“I-It’s rigged!”

It could simply be bad luck. Coincidentally, it was kind of suspicious how the chances were bad when I spun the same wheel Kim Hyun-Sung had spun, but probability-wise, it wasn’t impossible. It could be that I was just unlucky, but I had to do something to stop the mythic-ranked monster from appearing.

‘No way.’

As it made a rattling sound, the Fragment of the Ancient God was trying to appear before us. I wasn’t sure if it was taking its time to break the seal or if Max was delaying it because of my complaint, but once that monster appeared, our party would get annihilated within ten minutes.

“The rates are rigged!” I shouted again.

I didn’t even know what I was saying, and the unknown fear I had never felt before made me tremble. However, Max seemed interested in what I had to say because if he really looked up to the Rift Guardians, then he would be bothered by anyone insulting this museum.

- I understand what you’re trying to say. The rates are not rigged. Everyone has a 1 to 500 chance.

“There’s no way for us to know if that’s actually true or not. Don’t you agree?” Ahn Ki-Mo asked.

‘Nice, Ahn Ki-Mo.’

I thought he could be useful in situations like this, but I had never imagined that we would be...