Chapter 2: Can Spending Money Change Your Fate?
After finishing the bowl of rice topped with meat and vegetables, Chen Mo reluctantly flipped through his laptop while sipping his milk tea, his chest still heaving as he panted heavily.
There was no helping it—he was furious.
Just now, Chen Mo had gotten so angry that he almost choked to death on a pearl from his milk tea.
Why was he angry?
Earlier, Chen Mo had opened his laptop and confirmed the state of games in this world. The more he looked, the happier he got.
VR games dominated the market.
But then he checked the resource limit for the game design competition: 6MB.
What kind of game could he make with 6MB of resources? Minesweeper?
He could make it, sure, but even if he turned those 6MB into a masterpiece, there was no way it would win an award in a game design competition!
Painful! Extremely painful!
Being stuck because of something like this, Chen Mo felt as if he had swallowed a huge chunk of ice—not only was it uncomfortable, but his heart felt cold and desolate.
He reached out and snapped the laptop screen shut.
Despair!
Just then, Chen Mo noticed that the wristband on his left hand seemed a bit off.
The wristband had been bought by the original owner, and its functions were similar to those of wristbands from his previous life—monitoring things like heart rate and sleep quality. Chen Mo hadn’t paid much attention to it before, but now he realized something was wrong.
Chen Mo tried touching the wristband, and a virtual screen popped up directly.
“Whoa, what’s this?”
Chen Mo was startled. He initially thought it was some kind of black technology from this world, but after searching through his memories of this world, he found that the wristband shouldn’t have had this function.
Chen Mo looked at the virtual screen. It was very simple, showing only two pieces of information: a string of numbers and a virtual wheel.
The string of numbers: 597340.
Nearly six hundred thousand points.
The virtual wheel was divided into three sections. The green section was labeled [Designer Skill Book], the blue section was labeled [Rare Skill Book], and the purple section was labeled [Special Item].
The green section was the largest, and the purple section was the smallest.
In the center of the wheel was a big button: [Draw].
Below [Draw] was a line of small text: 100,000/time.
Looking at this string of numbers, Chen Mo fell into deep thought.
After some simple reasoning, Chen Mo understood that as a time traveler, this was probably his cheat ability, no doubt about it.
It seemed to be a cheat ability that allowed him to obtain items through a lottery.
But... what did 597340 mean? And why was it such an odd number?
Racking his brains, Chen Mo recalled every number he could remember from his life, from childhood to adulthood, and finally slapped his forehead as it came to him.
This number, divided by ten, was the amount of money he had spent on games in his previous life—about sixty thousand yuan in total.
This included subscription fees for RPGs, the cost of legitimate discs for AAA titles, and money spent on in-game items for crappy domestic games. Looking back now, Chen Mo realized he had indeed charged many 6480 top-ups in various games.
"...Damn it, I should have spent more!"
Chen Mo felt a bit regretful. If he had known that the money he spent on games in his previous life would come in handy, he really should have blown through all his savings of over a hundred thousand yuan.
But seeing the 100,000/time below, Chen Mo felt a pang of reluctance.
So expensive! Converted to cash, that was ten thousand yuan per draw!
Still, considering that this thing could only be used for draws and couldn’t be cashed out, Chen Mo decided to give it a try first.
"According to the usual plot, shouldn’t I now draw some special item, get an extra resource allowance, and develop a new game?"
Muttering to himself, Chen Mo pressed the [Draw] button.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
The wheel spun rapidly.
"Special item! Special item! Special item!" Chen Mo shouted in his mind.
Although he didn’t yet know which reward was better, it was obvious that the special item was purple and occupied the smallest area, so it was definitely the rarest reward.
With a "click," the wheel stopped, and the pointer landed on the green section: [Designer Skill Book].
"Well, of course, the first draw wouldn’t give a purple reward. This is clearly a setup. Stay calm, stay calm..."
Chen Mo noticed that a book had appeared on the virtual screen, along with a prompt: "Designer Skill Book: Stat +1."
Chen Mo gently tapped it with his finger, and the book dissolved into tiny specks of starlight that flowed into his fingertip.