บท 165: Where did this greenhorn come from?

The next morning, Ryan and Alice were having breakfast together as usual.

Alice seemed to be in a good mood after a good night's sleep, while Ryan, usually the more talkative one, was silently nibbling on his toast, looking quite down.

He was still stewing over yesterday's skill draw, unable to shake off the rollercoaster of hope plummeting into despair.

The brighter the flash of gold had been during the draw, the deeper Ryan's current gloom.

Like all gacha games, the brilliance of the light directly indicated the quality of the draw. From low to high, it went: clear blue skies, a purple aura, and the best, a sudden burst of gold.

When Ryan saw that golden flash, he thought professional combat techniques were within his grasp. However, he'd forgotten about another S-tier skill in the pool.

[Specialized vehicle driving]

No doubt about it, he'd guessed wrong, and spectacularly so.