Red_Skin_Duck

“I thought we were brothers, and this is how you treat me?”
Clutching his bloodied abdomen, John stared fiercely at the two figures before him.
And the dragger embedded in his stomach was none other than the symbol of their former friendship: the legendary gear [Apate’s Whisper].
“Just got a little lucky, and you think you’re so great?”
“Claiming to be blessed by the Goddess of Luck? I’d like to see where your Goddess is.”
“Hahahaha…”
Amidst the taunting laughter, John’s world gradually darkened.
…
[Ding, congratulations to the Host for becoming player number 001 in Apocalypse]
“Didn’t I die? What time is it now?”
[Ding, congratulations to the Host for acquiring the SSS talent Kiss of LUCK, randomly gaining a hundredfold Bonus!]
“A hundredfold Bonus?”
[Ding, the Host executes a normal attack, physical damage 5; based on talent evaluation, deals a total of 2000 points magic damage!]
[Ding, the Host obtains an iron dagger, quality common; based on talent evaluation, it upgrades to a Legendary dagger!]
[Ding, the Host obtains a magic scroll, quality rare; based on talent evaluation, it upgrades to a Divine scroll!]
“Good, this time, you all will pay for what you’ve done!”

I, the Weakest Human, Start with a Hundredfold Bonus Talent！

"The monster's level can be at fifty, the number of branded sets can be just twenty, and I can even provide you with the materials for free, as long as you agree to one request of mine.

If one day I find myself in need, I ask that John lend me a hand to overcome any difficulties."

Facing Barry's sincere gaze, John suddenly smiled.

"How about this, Barry? We'll make a contract. For the next thirty years, whenever you come to me, as long as your request doesn't involve my interests or those of anyone related to me, I will help you to the best of my ability. Does that work?"

"Then let's wish for a pleasant cooperation."

Barry extended his hand, looking sincerely at John. John also extended his hand, grasping Barry's in a firm handshake.

But in fact, John was making a small calculation.

After all, he had less than two years left, so a thirty-year promise was nonsense.

Chapter115-Ten Treasures