From Resident Evil to becoming a gacha god

Something from a long time ago...

Xiao Miao recalled his card collection. He actually had a few very old cards that he thought would just sit there and go to waste. But unexpectedly, they came in handy one day.

I wonder what that short guy wants those things for.

"No problem, I do have a few items. How about this, I'll write down the item details first, and after we agree on the price, I'll go back to pick them up. That will be more convenient."

Amalia thought about it and felt that what the other party said made sense, so she gently waved her wand, and an A4 sheet of paper flew up from the desk and flew steadily toward Xiao Miao.

Xiao Miao took the A4 paper and looked at the dwarf again.

Amalia frowned slightly: "What's wrong? Aren't you going to write it?"

"I don't have the habit of carrying a pen with me."

"Oh, sorry," Amalia apologized instinctively, then immediately realized, "Wait, that's so unprofessional! As a merchant, not preparing an invoice is one thing, but asking the customer for a pen is another?"

"Please understand, I'm actually a complete newbie." Xiao Miao chuckled.

Amalia was speechless: "I can definitely see the 'new' aspect, but where's the 'cuteness'? Never mind, here's the pen, take it."

After taking the pen and writing down the list, Xiao Miao tossed out an A4 sheet of paper, which flew back into the dwarf's hand under the influence of some unknown force.

"Let me see... They are indeed all old things, but what's with the Blood Queen's thousand-year-old bellyband?"

Amalia instinctively took two steps back. She hadn't thought much of it at first, but after seeing the list of items, she suddenly felt that it was still too dangerous for a man and a woman to be alone in a room together.

"Which pervert did you get this from?" Amalia's pointed ears twitched under her hood. "By the way, you've never used this thing before, have you? I don't want it with all that weird stuff on it."

Xiao Miao: "...Girl, it's a shame you're not writing novels on Qidian with that kind of imagination. In short, do you want to?"

"If the item is genuine, I'll definitely want it. Let's talk about the price first; you make the offer."

Xiao Miao, unaware of the dwarf's true intentions in wanting the old man, tentatively offered, "How about ten thousand Destiny Points?"

Amalia: "..."

Amalia pointed out the window: "Go away, you better get out of here!"

Xiao Miao quickly said, "No, you can bargain if you're not satisfied. Isn't that what business is all about?"

Amalia thought it made sense, and considering the other party was a newcomer, she tentatively bargained: "How about 100 Destiny Points?"

Xiao Miao: "..."

"9000 Destiny Points, no questions asked. I'm leaving if you don't want it."

"My honest price is 500 Destiny Points; any more and I'll be losing money."

"8000 Destiny Points, no questions asked. I'm leaving if you don't want it."

"My honest price is 1000 Destiny Points; any more and I'll be losing money."

"A fixed price of 7500..."

"A sincere price of 1200..."

After several rounds of back and forth, the price finally stopped at 2000 Destiny Points. Xiao Miao was not satisfied with this price, and neither was Amalia.

Xiao Miao didn't know the other party's true purpose for buying it and thought there was room for the price to be increased. Amalia was unwilling to let go of such a rare good thing, but she really had no money on her.

"I should have prepared more Destiny Points."

Amalia was annoyed. Seeing the other person approach the window as if to leave, she gritted her teeth, reached her fair arm into her cloak, and pulled out an envelope.

"1000 Destiny Points plus this, that's the highest price I can offer. If you don't like it, you can leave."

[Hogwarts Acceptance Letter (Use immediately grants one Interdimensional Travel, initial identity fixed as: Hogwarts first-year student)]

A first-year student at Hogwarts? Me?

Xiao Miao could almost picture herself sitting among a bunch of little kids, and the thought made her feel quite embarrassed.

However, I must get this invitation; it's a chance to learn magic systematically, and there's not much danger in the Harry Potter world.

As for Voldemort?

Don't be ridiculous, what kind of threat is a monster without a nose?

"1500 Destiny Points plus this." Xiao Miao wanted to greedily accumulate even more Destiny Points.

Amalia simply put away the admission notice: "There's no room for discussion, you can leave."

"Okay, a thousand it is. You wait here, I'll go get the things."

Seeing that the other party had made up their mind, Xiao Miao stopped trying to bargain and left the room through the window.

To avoid revealing the card mechanics of the Fate Dice, he actually returned to the hotel, used the item card to manifest the Blood Queen's Millennium Undergarment, stuffed the item into his backpack, and returned to the trading location.

The money was exchanged for the goods, and both parties were fairly satisfied with the transaction.

Goodbye, you imposter merchant.

Before parting, Amalia said playfully.

Xiao Miao, sitting by the window, turned around and said, "Goodbye, Miss 1.5 meters tall."

After saying that, he leaped into the air and his figure quickly disappeared into the dark night.

"One, one and a half meters?"

Amalia was stunned for a moment before she reacted, her cheeks quickly turning red, and even her pointed ears turned a pale pink.

She stormed to the window, ready to yell back, only to find that Xiao Miao had already disappeared.

"You despicable bastard! How dare you, how dare you speak ill of my height! You'd better pray you don't fall into my hands!"

.....................

A day later, Xiao Miao returned to his loyal New York.

I have to say again that capitalism does a much better job of serving the wealthy than anywhere else.

Unfortunately, the weather turned against us, with continuous drizzle casting a gray veil over New York's skyline.

Even before the plane landed, a special car drove into the airport to wait, ensuring that the distinguished guest wouldn't get a single drop of rain.

Xiao Miao got off the plane and into the car, casually throwing a hypnotic spell at the driver.

"Go to a hotel in mainland China."

"Yes, boss."

On the way, Saeko Busujima appeared beside Xiao Miao in a red glow. Seeing that he was just looking down at a book, Saeko Busujima bit her red lips and moved closer to Xiao Miao.

The warm, soft flesh pressed against his thigh, and Xiao Miao chuckled inwardly, thinking that this girl had finally lost her temper. He remained outwardly calm: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just want to be close to Master." Although Saeko Busujima's cheeks were red, she openly admitted her thoughts, hitting Xiao Miao directly.

Xiao Miao was taken aback for a moment, put away his teasing thoughts, raised his hand to hug Saeko Busujima's slender waist, and closed his eyes to rest.

Saeko Busujima leaned on Xiao Miao's shoulder, her breathing gradually becoming long and deep.

Amalia's appearance made her feel threatened. Although nothing had happened between the other party and Xiao Miao, her woman's intuition told her that she should take the initiative.

Otherwise, when there are more competitors, you might not even be able to get a hot meal!

The hypnotized driver stared straight ahead, seemingly oblivious to everything happening inside the car.

While Xiao Miao closed his eyes to rest, he was also silently taking stock of his card collection and planning his subsequent card-drawing strategy, his palm unconsciously stroking and sliding.

Saeko Busujima's cheeks flushed slightly as she let Xiao Miao's large hands roam around her waist, her toes constantly stretching and curling inside her Mary Jane shoes.

Suddenly, a series of discordant braking sounds shattered the ambiguous atmosphere in the carriage, as more than a dozen unlicensed taxis forced the airport shuttle bus to a stop.

A woman with short, neat hair got out of the black car directly in front of them. A group of men in suits surrounded her, their muscular bodies bigger than her head, yet they were all very attentive, holding umbrellas to shield her from the rain.

The woman walked up to the airport shuttle in high heels, her head held high, looking down on people.

Xiao Miao rolled down the car window, a questioning look on her face: "Who are you?"

The woman didn't answer. She took out a black and gold coin from her pocket and waved it in front of Xiao Miao, as if the coin could explain everything.

The design of the black gold coin is slightly different from that of the mainland hotel gold coin, with more complex patterns and an ouroboros design printed on the reverse.

This is the identification of the High Table arbitrator, an "executioner" jointly elected by the 12 High Table members. He is mainly responsible for dealing with disobedient subordinate organizations, including killers who violate the rules.

Xiao Miao squinted and looked at it carefully again and again, then revealed a look of sudden realization.

The adjudicator's lips curled slightly, he took a deep breath, puffed out his chest and pricked up his ears, intending to listen carefully to how this newly crowned legendary assassin would flatter him.

No one can ignore the High Table's arbiters; even a legendary assassin would have to stand up and offer a toast, a fact the woman firmly believed.

Then she heard Xiao Miao say in a strange tone:

"Oh, so you're posting a specific commission, right? Sorry, I don't accept counterfeit money."