B8017913 had already guessed Rita was after the Dull Ga, but it still didn’t know where she was headed.
"Where are you going?"
Rita gave the mismatched-colored, incomplete revolver in her hand a little spin and sighed.
"10th Month The Park."
She was going to scout things out. If she could recover the three missing Dull Ga fragnts from TingoAutumn Deer, she’d willingly empty her entire wallet to buy the last one.
But if she couldn’t—then she’d change course, and sell the five fragnts she already owned as a bundle. That way, even if the buyer found out later that Universal Fragnts couldn’t complete it, it would be too late.
She’d already co up with the perfect sales pitch:
"A divine relic lost by the god Dull, preserved in Divine Ga. One of a kind. Possibly allows communication with Dull."
As for whether such a claim might anger the god himself?
Rita didn’t care.
There weren’t many beings capable of interfering with her attempt to collect the Dull Ga, and the one most likely to do so was, naturally, the one most connected to it—Dull.
With all she now understood about gods and demons, she couldn’t think of another explanation.
Since the other party already disliked her, she had no reason to care about his preferences either.
Thinking of that outrageous price tag on the fragnt, not only did she not care—she wanted to send Dull a cease-and-desist.
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1:03 PM
Through the indignant shouting of a gingerbread-shaped ticket agent, Rita successfully refunded her admission and stood at the gates of the 10th Month The Park.
She never thought she’d return here of her own volition.
First, she took out a few regular attribute Blocks and stuck them to herself—pre-paying her park fee just in case. She’d already paid to enter via 1st March The Park, but she had no idea how long she’d be here. Best to prep for any automatic tolls inside that might kick her out if left unpaid.
She pulled Nivalis’s capsule machine around to her front.
It was light—far too light. Not even half full.
Rita opened her own capsule machine, removed a tray of Blocks, cracked them apart one by one, and started feeding them into the second machine.
She didn’t stop until she’d tossed in 200 Blocks.
Then ca a couple dozen event gift packs, so ga rewards she didn’t need, and a few dozen duck feathers for flair.
By the ti she was done, the machine held 978 capsules, jam-packed so tightly that they barely moved when she shook it.
Satisfied, Rita shrank her primary capsule machine—filled with two Divine Relics and a pile of elite gear—to its smallest size.
Then she popped open her head—crafted from small Blocks—and carefully embedded the tiny machine inside her brain cavity.
Wearing the second machine on her back, Rita piloted her spaceship into the 10th Month The Park.
Snow swirled through the air the mont she entered, and she shivered in the cold.
The spaceship’s movent kicked up enough wind to scatter the snowfall, the flakes vanishing the mont they touched the Block-paved roads.
Rita’s right hand spun the ship’s wheel while her left held the Dull Ga—still glowing with the Blocks Tracker indicator—guiding her toward her target: TingoAutumn Deer.
At under 30 centiters tall, and made entirely of tiny, pitiful Blocks, Rita’s arrival in the 10th Month The Park turned heads.
High-tier players—18th and 19th stage—pets, casuals, even event packs glanced curiously in her direction.
The capsule machine and fire-feathered wings gave her away instantly.
Those who paid attention knew who she was right away.
But Rita didn’t stop. In under five minutes, her ship had docked outside a ga attraction.
The arrow on her Dull Ga stopped blinking and pointed directly at the entrance.
Rita peered inside and easily spotted her mark—a small, deer-shaped player.
The ga admitted players in batches. Whatever the rules were, Rita didn’t care—she had no intention of getting the Dull Ga through gaplay. She wasn’t that reckless.
She also wasn’t going to wait for TingoAutumn Deer to co out—that would draw too much suspicion.
Standing atop her spaceship, Rita took a deep breath and started shouting like a street vendor:
"Divine Relics, limited-ti event!"
"Capsules! Co try your luck at the capsule machine! BS-Rita’s exclusive! Divine Relics, god tokens, nine-piece ga sets, Universal Fragnts, event boxes—you na it!"
"A capsule machine where you can pull a Divine Relic! That’s right! A full Divine Relic—not just fragnts!"
"Are you the fated one? Yes! Don’t doubt it—it’s you!"
She didn’t need to prove any of it was true.
All gas in Divine Ga followed rules, and the capsule machine was no exception.
She’d tested it back with Nivalis—when inviting others to play the capsule ga, you physically couldn’t lie.
Rita was counting on that. The top-tier players here, if they’d ever played capsule gas through event packs or gathered info on them, would know the rule.
And even if they didn’t? It’d only take a little word-of-mouth among players to clue everyone in.
This whole sche—scamming Blocks through the shady second capsule machine—wasn’t airtight. The biggest vulnerability?
If soone went to buy a capsule machine from an event pack and noticed the "Do not sell to BS-Rita or her pets" clause.
Any sharp-minded player could deduce from that restriction that she’d sohow acquired a second machine through less-than-legal ans.
But that was fine.
Even if they figured it out, most players wouldn’t care enough to blow the whistle.
Especially since it had been quite a while since she’d stirred chaos in the July The Park with her original capsule sches.
The top dogs and overlords might not care what low-tier players did—but they absolutely paid attention to what happened at the 17th stage. Especially if it involved high-level capsule tokens.
And that ant they’d probably already asked around about machine pricing.
But the new "Do not sell" rule in Nivalis’s machine? That had only been patched in a few hours ago.
Which ant there was still a timing gap.
In short, the plan wasn’t perfect. But as long as TingoAutumn Deer hadn’t caught wind of the update, Rita had a 90% chance of pulling this off.
If she could, she’d love to use duck feathers to disguise herself as an event pack—but public zones banned skill use. Roaming the ga zone dressed like that was suicide. One unlucky pull and a pissed-off player could smash her to bits.
So she let that idea go—for now.
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