Apocalypse Gachapon

After five rounds, the Fortune Card could be purchased—the last of the ten card types in the wheel space, and the most anticipated yet perplexing.

The Minor King and Major King cards also didn’t reveal their specific effects, but that left everyone completely in the dark, so they stopped guessing. After all, once you purchased and used enough cards, you could obtain these two—what they did would become clear then. Before the final ten-round trial began, the answers would already be revealed.

What you gained and how to use it was something each faction could ponder during their journey.

In reality, aside from factions that couldn’t afford them or saw no need, most had already used their Minor and Major King cards in earlier rounds.

The effects? Everyone had seen them—some were eliminated, some disqualified. The battlefield had already become strikingly clear.

The Fortune Card was different. It was mysterious, only purchasable after five rounds. Judging by its name, it likely had something to do with luck, but the specifics were unclear.

Put simply, this was a gambling card.

It gambled on luck—and perhaps, on life itself.

At the very least, the wheel space didn’t specify whether the outcome would be good or bad.

Everyone waited in stunned silence for the space’s next announcement, their opinions on the Mechanical Genius’s actions varying but generally leaning toward the assumption that he was trying to overtake Cloud Peak.

Only the Mechanical Genius himself knew the truth: this was a last resort.

If he could still scream like before, he would have shredded his vocal cords, hurling the vilest curses at the roulette space.

Why? Because the Fortune Card was absurdly expensive, so much so that it felt like all his internal organs had been ripped out.

Fifteen of his mechanical war puppets—all high-tier ones—were gone in an instant. Though he still had some puppets left, his overall combat strength had been halved from its peak.

Against Cloud Peak’s max-level Guardian Beasts, he no longer had any guarantee of victory.

With trembling hands, he flipped open the Fortune Card, knowing it might determine the final outcome of his Mountain King Wheel bid.

When he saw its contents, he fell silent for a long moment—then burst into maniacal laughter.

This card, though ludicrously priced, was worth it.

“The Mechanical Genius’s Fortune Card effect: State Transfer. This round, he may transfer any existing or impending state to any participating faction. This effect cannot be exempted.”

Hearing the wheel space’s announcement, the other factions first froze, then displayed a range of expressions.

The Women Guard were numb.

Their only concern now was survival. Who won no longer mattered to them.

Gyanendra felt a flicker of hope. For a moment, he wondered if he still had a chance—but then he smiled bitterly, realizing he was deluding himself.

With his remaining strength and star count, unless both the Mechanical Genius and Cloud Peak were eliminated, victory would never fall to him.

The one truly stirred was the Cannibal Chain.

With this inexemptible State Transfer Card in play, everyone knew what Cloud Peak would face next: the most terrifying moment of the Mountain King Wheel trial. Whether they could survive was far from certain.

And if Cloud Peak unexpectedly stumbled and was eliminated… could they compete for victory?

Wu Xiu’s heart raced. She interlaced her fingers and pressed down hard, listening to her knuckles crack as she slipped into a state of exhilaration.

As for Cloud Peak and Ye Zhongming, after a brief moment of resignation, their expressions hardened.

They’d faced too many disasters, too many challenges. It had forged in them an unyielding spirit: the greater the pressure, the more they refused to break.

In fact, they thrived on defying the odds, smashing apart dangers and enemies that seemed capable of swallowing them whole.

Some called them insane. So what? Those words weren’t spoken with scorn or disgust, but envy.

Others wished they could be like them, but lacked the qualifications.

Once the Fortune Card’s effect was revealed, Cloud Peak knew what was coming.

The Mechanical Genius would undoubtedly dump every negative state onto them, combining with the impending Annihilation Thunderstrike to create a doubly devastating attack. That was the true horror. Other states were negligible in comparison.

But this enhanced thunder was genuinely terrifying.

This wasn’t about duration or frequency doubling—it was raw power doubling.

In other words, if it struck twice or lasted twice as long, everyone believed Cloud Peak could endure. With two level-nine beings on their side, they could tough it out.

But this was amplified power, and the thunder was nearly instantaneous. If they couldn’t withstand it in that brief window, they’d be annihilated.

They’d already witnessed the thunder’s base power. Even Cloud Peak’s max-level Guardian Beasts—comparable to level nine—were left severely injured.

And that was normal thunder. This was Overclocked thunder—doubled, or rather, tripled in power.

Not even level nine could withstand that.

Would this mighty Eastern faction be reduced to ashes under the thunder?

“Overclocked Annihilation Thunderstrike. Difficulty doubled. Countdown: 5… 4…”

The wheel showed some mercy, giving a brief warning.

On the light screen, everyone watched intently, waiting to see how Cloud Peak would respond—or perish.

First, a glowing dome rose above the entire team, shaped like a massive palace.

Those familiar with Cloud Peak recognized it—Dai Zhi’s core defensive equipment, the Zhuangxiang Eight Trigram Palace, wielded by the Female Guard.

Next, Xia Bai stood atop the palace’s phantom form, head held high.

Clearly, she would serve as the Female Guard’s spearhead, using their collective power to clash head-on with the thunder.

On the ground, the rest of Cloud Peak’s members and war beasts raised their weapons or bodies, ready to fight if the first two defenses failed.

“Need my help?”

The Talking Lady, cradling her black cat, turned to Ye Zhongming.

She’d promised unconditional aid once. In her eyes, Cloud Peak needed her level-nine strength now.

If Ye Zhongming asked, she’d act—even against tripled thunder, despite having no confidence in survival.

Oddly, Ye Zhongming shook his head.

“Not this time.”