Universe Infinite Canteen-Chapter 734 - Drawing Blind Box

734: Chapter 734: Drawing Blind Box

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Ma Lu took a deep breath and shifted his gaze to the moderately sized cardboard box in the middle.

That was also the last blind box.

The first impression upon handling it was rather substantial; Ma Lu weighed it and felt something rolling inside, resembling a metallic cylinder.

Could it be a Light Sword?

Ma Lu’s spirit electrified, he couldn’t wait to open the cardboard box, only to find an Energy Drink lying quietly inside.

……

Ma Lu looked at the Energy Drink in his hand, somewhat speechless.

Although he had anticipated that gambling on blind boxes was a losing game in most cases, and such an outcome was possible, human nature always harbored a sliver of hope.

Besides, Ma Lu had a method to cheat: though he only possessed one blue marble, he could use suicide to rewind, theoretically allowing him to keep retrying his luck with the blind boxes.

It was just uncertain whether the outcome was random, or like the blind box for graphics cards Little Yellow Fish sells, where you buy blindly but the seller doesn’t.

Regardless, he had to give it a try.

Ma Lu had already decided to commit suicide once, but each time he lifted the Chef’s Knife, he eventually put it down again, mainly because he…

feared the pain.

Boss Ma was never that ruthless, especially not cruel enough to harshly deal with himself.

Even though his last visit had already resulted in over twenty deaths, gaining some insights, the thought of dying still made his hand holding the knife uncontrollably tremble.

Finally, he decided to drink the Energy Drink first.

Since it was drawn out already, better not waste it.

Surprisingly, the taste was quite good, refreshing mint mixed with the sweetness of mango; Ma Lu even noted the brand, planning to see if he could buy it after returning.

After finishing the Energy Drink, Ma Lu felt his energy somewhat restored, his nervous heart calmed slightly, finally gathering the courage to pick up the Chef’s Knife again.

Directing it toward his own chest, he closed his eyes, steeled his heart, and thrust it hard.

As intense pain surged, Ma Lu gradually lost consciousness.

Unsure how much time had passed, he opened his eyes again and found himself back in the original prison cell.

As before, he first removed the vent grille, took out the blue marble, then went to the communications room again and bought three blind boxes with the marble.

The cardboard boxes on the conveyor this time were evidently different from before, one large and two small, lacking the medium size he saw previously.

Ma Lu wasn’t sure if it was because he entered the communications room at a different time, changing the outcome, or if the random event would simply alter after rewinding.

Anyway, this could be considered good news for now.

Ma Lu continued unpacking the blind boxes, starting with the smaller ones.

The first one he picked up gave him a bad feeling; it felt light and airy, and when opened, there was indeed nothing inside.

Ma Lu then unpacked the second small box, which was still light but made some noise when shaken; it contained a thong worn by someone unknown.

By this time, Ma Lu felt his blood pressure rising; he quickly opened the last box, the largest one, which felt very heavy.

Inside was a bag of kitchen waste.

Looking at the bag with flies swirling around, although Ma Lu had never met Yuwen, he could already sense the thick malice from this Prison Chief.

Thinking of those prisoners who were not well-off, hoping to gamble with the blind boxes in the upcoming fishing event, only to open the box and find a pile of trash, even Ma Lu couldn’t help shivering from the chill.

Even not putting anything would have been better than stuffing it directly with a bag of trash.

It can only be said that the Prison Chief probably had a certain fetish, enjoying the sensation of toying with prisoners at his whim.

Ma Lu even suspected whether there was anything valuable in the blind box.

Ah Yi’s warning made some sense.

But he had already died once for opening a blind box, wouldn’t it be a waste if he stopped now?

Ma Lu’s expression fluctuated, and gritting his teeth, he chose to start over by killing himself again.

Standing in front of the conveyor belt for the third time, he was no longer in the mood to differentiate the sizes of the boxes.

He just started tearing open the first box, which contained a screwdriver.

How should I put it?

It seemed useful at first glance but was pretty useless upon further thought.

But this was a good sign.

Ma Lu picked up the second box, feeling a familiar heft, and found it was another Energy Drink.

Alright then.

While drinking the energy drink, he picked up the third box.

This box was very light, feeling almost empty.

Another void shipment?

Ma Lu opened the box, only to find a piece of paper inside, scribbled with a phrase.

— The passphrase for King’s Castle is steak and champagne.

What does that mean?

Ma Lu read the nonsensical sentence over and over, still clueless about its meaning.

However, this ambiguous note should belong to a type of value-added message service, presumably the most valuable thing he had gotten from the blind boxes so far.

Ma Lu stroked his chin.

He had initially planned to stop once he got something useful.

But he ended up with a message.

How about, one more try?

Killing oneself was always hardest the first time; after the first comes the second, and then the third…

After multiple repetitions, it almost became habitual.

Ma Lu then killed himself seven more times.

He hadn’t even started fishing yet, but his death count had already reached double digits.

However, on the seventh time, fortune finally favored him again.

And this time, it was a double yellow.

Three boxes provided Ma Lu with a bottle of anti-wolf spray, a pair of jet boots, and a pack of cream-filled cookies.

Among them, the cream-filled cookies were just an add-on, not worth mentioning, but the anti-wolf spray and jet boots were quite useful.

The former was a makeshift melee weapon, and the latter, more valuable.

They seemed like an upgraded version of the Gravity Boots Ma Lu had gotten before, which could help the wearer change their trajectory by adjusting the direction and the amount of the jet nozzles.

And they didn’t need to rely on walls or floors, making them more flexible.

Ma Lu immediately put on the jet boots, but he couldn’t use them yet, apparently due to a restriction on their functionality.

The same went for the bottle of anti-wolf spray; it simply wouldn’t press down.

Ma Lu figured they would unlock once he was in the fish cage, probably to prevent prisoners from overpowering the guards with strong equipment and escaping.

Ma Lu pocketed the anti-wolf spray and then headed straight to the last save point.

It was rare for him to be so lucky; it would be a great loss if he died accidentally now.

However, whether it was because he had used up all his luck on the blind boxes, not long after leaving the communication room, Ma Lu encountered people.

And there were three of them, each looking more ferocious than the last.