Parker sat cross-legged on the massive bed, the mansion dead silent around him. Midnight hung heavy outside, the kind of quiet where even the city felt paused.
"How many spins do I have system...?"
[Ding!]
The system's translucent roulette hovered in front of him, its sleek obsidian ring pulsing with a soft neon glow.
[300 Spins Available.]
Parker exhaled slowly, flexing his fingers.
"Alright. Let's do this! Fifty," he muttered, flicking the mental interface.
[50 Spins]
The roulette wheel flared to life—black and gold sections blurring together, symbols Parker could barely make out flashing between the spins.
Click. Click. Click.
Slowing.
A final stop.
[Midnight Ring — Conceals presence and soul signature. High resistance to detection magic.]
For a second, he just stared.
The black band materialized in his hand, cool against his skin, the onyx stone reflecting dim purple hues. It looked... expensive. Not flashy—simple, but deadly.
Finally, something useful.
