Chapter 207: The Last Spin

The spinning didn’t slow.

Seconds stretched.

Then more.

The motion became hypnotic, the constant rotation creating a strange pressure in the air. It felt like the machine wasn’t just spinning randomly, it was deciding something, filtering through countless possibilities.

Adam’s focus sharpened.

Time seemed to drag, the reels continuing far longer than expected. Just as it started to feel endless, the speed shifted. The rotation slowed slightly, then again, the symbols becoming clearer with each pass.

For a brief second, nothing happened. Then a sudden burst of golden light exploded from the machine, flooding the dark space and forcing Adam to narrow his eyes against the brightness.

Adam stared straight at the result.

****

The golden light stabilized, condensing into a clear result displayed across the machine.

[Supreme Grade Technique: Absolute Wind Control]

Adam froze.

His mind blanked for a split second as he processed what he was seeing. A Supreme-grade technique wasn’t something ordinary Martial Artists were even dreamed of obtaining, let alone this early in their path.

And yet, it was right in front of him.

His chest rose slightly as realization hit. Only those with Supreme-level talent and matching affinity could even use something like this. Without both, it would be useless.

He had both.

Adam turned slowly toward Julius, still trying to steady himself. The Saint met his gaze calmly, but there was a hint of surprise in his expression, as if this outcome had exceeded even his expectations.

“Color me surprised,” Julius said.

“When I first heard about you, I assumed your talent was far lower. But it seems you found a way to change that.”

Adam didn’t respond immediately.

Being seen through that easily should have bothered him, but Julius didn’t press further. Just giving a quiet acknowledgment, as if the result itself was enough.

That alone told Adam something important.

Julius didn’t care how he got stronger.

Only that he did.

“Time for the second spin.”

The words snapped Adam out of his thoughts.

He nodded once, quickly regaining focus as he stored the technique away. The value of what he had just obtained wasn’t lost on him, but this wasn’t the time to dwell on it.

There was more to gain.

Without hesitation, Adam stepped forward again, his hand gripping the lever for the second time. The excitement was still there, pushing him forward.

Then, he pulled.

****

The lever dropped again, and the machine roared to life for the second time.

The reels spun just as violently as before, symbols flashing past in a blur of power and color. Adam stayed focused this time, his eyes tracking every movement, his anticipation far sharper than before.

The spinning slowed faster than the first round, as if the machine had already made its decision. The symbols aligned one by one, each click echoing through the dark space until the final result locked into place.

A deep pulse followed.

[Type 9 Tier 10 Defensive Armament: Midnight Shroud]

The item appeared in front of Adam, suspended in the air as dark energy gathered around it. The robe unfolded slowly, revealing its full form as it hovered, heavy and imposing.

The fabric was pitch black, swallowing light rather than reflecting it. Its long, flowing structure carried a natural weight, designed to conceal and dominate at the same time. The hood cast deep shadows, hiding any trace of the wearer’s face.

Even standing still, it radiated presence.

Adam stepped closer instinctively, his eyes scanning every detail. Reinforced shoulders, layered protection, and dense material that clearly exceeded anything he had seen before. This wasn’t just defensive gear.

This was protection on another level.

A Type 9 armament.

That alone said everything.

Even the barriers used by Tristan barely reached Type 7, yet this robe surpassed that entirely. The gap wasn’t small, it was overwhelming. With this alone, Adam’s survivability had skyrocketed.

Julius watched from the side, silent.

Then he noticed it.

Adam’s expression.

“…You’re drooling.”

Adam didn’t deny it.

He wiped his mouth without looking away, his focus still locked onto the Midnight Shroud. The excitement wasn’t hidden this time, not even slightly.

This was worth it.

And there was still one spin left.

****

The machine didn’t drag things out this time.

The moment Adam pulled the lever, the reels spun briefly before snapping into place almost instantly. There was no prolonged tension, just a sharp, decisive stop.

Then the reward appeared.

It hovered in front of Adam, slowly descending as the light around it faded. Julius’s expression shifted immediately, his eyes narrowing slightly as genuine surprise crossed his face.

Adam, on the other hand, just stared.

At first, his expression was blank, trying to process what he was seeing. Then confusion set in. That confusion quickly twisted into something else, something closer to disappointment.

And then, disgust but he forced it down.

Floating in front of him was an egg.

A monster egg.

It was smooth, slightly dark in color, with faint patterns running across its surface. Adam’s eyes dropped to the description.

[????]

“….”

That made it worse.

He slowly turned toward Julius, his face completely serious.

“Can I get an extra spin?”

Julius blinked once, clearly caught off guard.

“Why?” he asked calmly. “What you received is an exceptional reward. That egg will hatch into a creature within the extinction class. A companion with absolute loyalty.”

Adam listened.

But his expression didn’t change.

A companion.

Sure.

That was useful. Strong even. But in Adam’s mind, the only appealing part wasn’t the creature itself, it was what it could give him.

An SSS-rank special talent.

That was the real value.

Nothing else mattered.

Julius continued watching him, but something shifted in his gaze. His eyes narrowed slightly, a faint sense of unease rising without a clear reason.

“…Why do I suddenly have a bad feeling about this?”

Adam met Julius’s narrowed gaze without hesitation, his expression completely steady despite the tension. Then, without missing a beat, he gave his answer in the most casual tone possible.

“It must have been the wind.”

“….”

Julius didn’t respond.

For the first time in a long while, the Saint genuinely didn’t know what to say. His mind paused for a second, trying to process the statement, before simply deciding it wasn’t worth questioning.

What is he talking about…?

Adam had already moved on.

His attention returned to the egg, his expression flattening slightly as he picked it up. The surface felt warm, faint energy pulsing within it, but that didn’t change his current opinion.

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