Vale picked Dickless Jr. and held him in his arms. He spun DJ around like he did Larry all those weeks ago.
For the first time in its short life, DJ felt fear.
"baaaaaaduuuuu?!"
Thankfully, instead of flinging Dickless Jr., he gently set the imp down.
The dizzy imp spun around, then fell.
"Alright, buddy, one more time. Random, Mystery Box, Archer and/or Warrior?"
The imp, flat on its face, mumbled:
"Baaa."
Vale repeated:
"Baa…? Oh, box! The Mystery Box!"
[Would you like to purchase R-ranked Mystery Box for 25 Aether?]
"Yes!"
With Dickless Jr. still out of commission, Vale hummed and shifted his weight as he awaited the box to fall. Once it did, the three cards escaped and began revolving around him.
He studied them closely.
'The colors…'
Last time he'd bought a Common Mystery Box, it came with two greens and a blue.
He'd thought the colors didn't really mean anything.
'But there's a reason for this illusion of choice.'
