Chapter 032: Lottery Draw

The meaning of this sentence was simple: you helped me back then, and now I’ve helped you in return. We’re even. If you want my help in the future, you’ll have to pay a price.

Wang Bo wasn’t stupid; how could he not understand what the Tathāgata Buddha meant?

But that didn’t stop Wang Bo from apologizing.

If he ever truly needed to seek help from the Tathāgata Buddha, Wang Bo wouldn’t be stingy either—after all, he had plenty of good things on hand, and there would always be something the Tathāgata Buddha might fancy.

After all, if the Tathāgata Buddha were truly without desires, he wouldn’t have used the Journey to the West to expand Buddhism.

He seemed free of desires, but only because nothing caught his eye.

If Wang Bo slapped a Destroying Black Lotus down in front of the Tathāgata Buddha, even the composed Tathāgata Buddha would waver.

"Regardless, thank you for your help. But I have important matters to attend to, so I won’t stay as a guest. Farewell."

Wang Bo nodded to the Tathāgata Buddha, turned, and left Mount Meru.

The Spider-Verse still had a mountain of things waiting for Wang Bo to handle; how could he spare time to chat with the Buddha?

The Tathāgata Buddha did not detain him and let Wang Bo leave.

After leaving the world of Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons, Wang Bo returned to the Spider-Verse.

Hela saw Wang Bo looking energetic, her eyes flickering a few times. "You suppressed the curse?"

"I found someone to help."

"Who?" Hela asked curiously. She could be certain that person’s strength was no less than her father Odin’s; he must be a great deity.

"The Tathāgata Buddha."

Hela had been by Wang Bo’s side for quite some time and naturally knew who the Tathāgata Buddha was. "You managed to get his help? That’s surprising. It must have cost you a lot."

Wang Bo shook his head. "Not really. He owed me a favor."

Hela was even more astonished. Even an existence like the Tathāgata Buddha owed Wang Bo a favor? This guy’s network was broader than she had imagined.

"By the way, how many days was I gone?"

"Just one day."

Wang Bo let out an "oh." In his perception, only a little over an hour had passed, but Hela said it had been a day. It seemed the Tathāgata Buddha had spent considerable time helping him suppress the curse.

He asked, "After I left, did any new spatial fluctuations appear?"

"No." Hela shook her head.

Wang Bo breathed a sigh of relief. "If any new spatial fluctuations appear, tell me immediately."

"Alright." Hela nodded.

…

Two days passed in the blink of an eye. On the third day at noon, a new spatial fluctuation appeared in London. Wang Bo took Hela and rushed over immediately.

The last time a spatial fluctuation appeared in London, a group of superpowered WWII soldiers had charged out.

But this time, what appeared in London was a whole bunch of tanks.

Wang Bo left the matter to Hela while he went alone to repair the spatial rift.

The tanks that entered London hadn’t even had time to open fire before Hela smashed them to pieces with magic. Soldiers jumped out of the tanks one after another.

These soldiers stared at Hela, electric light flickering around them as if charging up to unleash a fierce attack on her.

Hela looked at them expressionlessly. With a wave of her hand, dozens of swords dozens of meters long shot from her palm, effortlessly piercing through the soldiers’ bodies.

She could see that these soldiers were all modified beings. They could crush ordinary people with overwhelming force and were invincible in battle, but trying to deal with a death goddess like her was a joke.

Hela annihilated the soldiers without changing her expression.

Just then, Wang Bo had already repaired the spatial rift and flew over, standing shoulder to shoulder with Hela.

"That was fast this time," Hela said.

She had just slain these soldiers who dared to offend her, and Wang Bo had already fixed the spatial rift, much faster than before.

Wang Bo said, "The fewer spatial rifts, the faster the repairs. Maybe soon I’ll be able to fix all the spatial rifts."

This was what Wang Bo’s cheat had told him.

At the same time, the cheat also told Wang Bo that he had repaired the vast majority of the rifts. There were still five rifts left at this stage. As long as he fixed these five, Wang Bo could successfully complete the mission.

Hearing this, Wang Bo had initially thought there would be a series of battles ahead.

But it turned out things were completely different from what he had imagined.

Three days later, Wang Bo repaired the fifth rift.

Seven days later, Wang Bo repaired the fourth rift.

Twelve days later, Wang Bo repaired the third rift.

Half a month later, Wang Bo repaired the second rift.

Twenty days later, Wang Bo repaired the last rift.

These five rifts were basically harmless. Wang Bo experienced no battles and fixed them easily, going smoothly without a hitch.

This surprised Wang Bo. He had thought the last five rifts would involve fierce battles, but it turned out there were none.

The fighting was left to Hela, while Wang Bo simply repaired the rifts.

Not a single mistake occurred in between.

Moreover, the repair speed increased. For example, the fifth rift took Wang Bo half a minute, but by the last rift, he fixed it in just five seconds.

[Congratulations, host. You have saved this world.]

"Cut the crap. Give me something practical. I fixed so many rifts—any rewards?"

[Of course. For fixing the rifts, I can give you five lottery draws. After all, I did most of the work, not you. But I can still give you five draws. Plus, considering Gwen and the others, I can give you a few more rewards.]

[Hmm, I’ll give you a total of seventy lottery draws. How about that?]

Wang Bo thought it over and found the offer acceptable.

"Alright, let’s do it."

[Great. By the way, do you want to draw now, host?]

Wang Bo thought for a moment and said, "I want to do a designated draw."

[Alright.]

"I designate the Fate/Zero world. Draw six times."

Designated world draws: one draw counts as five regular draws, so six draws equal thirty.

Even though Wang Bo had obtained seventy draws this time, using up thirty at once still stung a bit.

[Okay, host. Drawing begins. Drawing ends. Congratulations, host! You have drawn: Gae Dearg, Command Seal, Aroundight, Heart of the Red Dragon, The Prelati’s Spellbook, and Enkidu.]

Wang Bo couldn’t help but click his tongue. Although the above items were decent, the one he wanted most—Gate of Babylon—hadn’t been drawn.