Chapter 4

Seeing me disconnect the call, Chad also became highly agitated.

He had Tiffany bring in ten thousand packs, piling them into a small mountain.

“Folks! Today, let us witness a miracle together! Witness the birth of the Golden Ox!”

He roared into the camera.

Tiffany fanned the flames beside him.

“Card Breakers! Hit that follow button! Drop those badges! Send in those gifts! Let’s all wish EmpressGale good luck and cheer on Chad!”

The livestream's popularity peaked, with online viewers exceeding a million.

Everyone was captivated by this million-credit gamble, eagerly awaiting the outcome.

Chad took a deep breath and started unboxing.

“Nothing!”

“Nothing!”

“Still nothing!”

He unboxed faster and faster, sweat dripping from his face.

Tiffany stood by, offering water and wiping his brow.

“Almost there, almost there, it has to be soon!”

“Oh my god, this is so intense! My heart’s pounding out of my chest!”

Time ticked by.

Half an hour.

An hour.

Two hours.

The mountain of card packs rapidly dwindled.

The “Golden Ox” still hadn’t appeared.

The atmosphere in the livestream shifted from frenzied to eerie.

“The odds are ridiculously low, aren’t they? He’s opened thousands of packs already?”

“I’m starting to get a weird feeling. What if there really isn’t one?”

“If he really doesn’t pull it in these ten thousand packs, isn’t the streamer going to have to pay 200 million?”

“Dude, you’re overthinking it. It’ll definitely come out in the last few packs. It’s just a script.”

Chad’s face grew increasingly grim, his movements mechanical, his hands starting to tremble.

Tiffany couldn’t even manage a smile, biting her lip nervously.

She anxiously shot Chad meaningful glances.

But Chad ignored her, burying his head in the packs.

He couldn't stop, only hoping the company would save him soon.

When he reached the very last pack, Chad took it from Tiffany.

Then, he began his performance.

“Folks! Wish me luck! This is the last pack! If I don’t pull two Golden Ox cards from this pack, I’ll have to pay 200 million!”

After saying that, Chad clasped his hands together and began to pray.

Watching Chad’s expression, I couldn't help but marvel at their acting skills.

This last pack, I thought, must be one they re-sealed, and it definitely contains two Golden Ox cards.

Sure enough, just as I expected, after Chad finished praying, he picked up a pair of golden scissors.

He shouted.

“Folks! The miracle happens now!”

Then, with a swish, he cut open the pack and pulled out two limited edition cards.

Golden Ox!

“Hahahahaha! We got it! Finally! Folks! Did you see that! A miracle! Two golds in one pack!”

Chad laughed, tears streaming down his face—half acted, half genuine relief.

Tiffany clapped excitedly.

“Congratulations, EmpressGale! It’s your persistence that allowed us to witness this great moment!”

The livestream chat erupted.

Over a million viewers simultaneously spammed messages of congratulations.

Watching them perform with such gusto, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction.

So, I clicked on the livestream’s shopping cart and ordered another ten thousand packs.