At least half of the fish in the illusionary pool of the projected environment consisted of duds. That was his conclusion after brushing through most of the fish in the pool with his intuition.
Of course, his intuition might be mistaken, but he had a good feeling that his odds of drawing a consolation prize was truly fifty percent.
\"If I didn’t rely on any judgement and just caught a random fish, then my chances of catching a better fish is small!\"
A considerable amount of fish that fell outside the dud category didn’t appear much better. They looked fairly plain and gave Ves the impression of basic and serviceable mechs.
They did the job, but that was it. They didn’t excel too strongly in their categories and they didn’t bring anything remarkable to the table.
Removing them from consideration narrowed the pool of eligible further even further.
Of the fish that remained, Ves did not spot any major quality differences between them. All of the fish exhibited something remarkable. This suggested that he either failed to spot the grand prize or it didn’t exist in this prize draw in the first place.
\"Maybe it’s invisible or buried underneath the soil or something.\"
He didn’t spot anything that suggested that he missed a fish. Ves experimentally dipped his hand into the pool, but couldn’t reach further past a certain depth. He couldn’t inspect the underlying soil.
\"Whatever.\"
If he couldn’t find a fish that slipped through his detection, then so be it. Ves just wanted to move on and obtain his prize quickly.
\"Let’s see. Which fish is the best?\"
If his suspicion was right, then no fish among those that remained in his consideration possessed a clear advantage over the other. It was just like how different mechs of radically different mech types and configurations were all for sale at the same price level.
Their valuation may be the same, but their actual value differed according to the needs of the customer.
For example, if Ves wanted to form a scouting unit, then he would rather procure a bunch of light mechs instead of a clunky heavy mech!
No matter how expensive the latter one sold for, it was virtually worthless for scouting purposes!
If Ves applied this perspective to his current situation, then he may be able to determine the nature of his own prize.
For example, the brown, thick-scaled fish might offer him an object with defensive capabilities. The slimmer fish with the most fins perhaps represented an object that enhanced his mobility.
The question that followed was which fish suited his purposes better than the other fishes?
He frowned. \"What do I need?\"
He needed a lot of things. Too much, in fact.
He wanted to strengthen his design capabilities. He wanted to grow his spiritual strength. He wanted to increase his ability to hide himself from his enemies. He wanted to find some way to screw over the Five Scrolls Compact. He wanted to progress faster than Gloriana.
He found it difficult to decide what he wanted the most!
\"Even if I pick a priority, there’s no guarantee that the fish that I’ve picked will truly address my need.\"
An element of uncertainty still remained. His intuition towards mechs might be strong, but it was not invincible! Trying to shoehorn his intuition towards mechs towards fish of all things doubtlessly resulted in many interpretation problems!
All in all, Ves had to manage his expectations.
\"Lotteries are inherently fraught with uncertainty.\" He muttered. \"Even if my intuition gives me the illusion of choice, absolute certainty doesn’t exist! I’d only be deluding myself if I believe too much in my own judgement!\"
He began to pull back from his obsessive need to overanalyze his selection of fish. Though it sounded like a bad idea, why not just narrow his selection to a bunch of fish that appeared useful to him and rely on his gut feeling to make the final choice?
\"Whatever prize I’ll draw through this method, I will not have any regrets!\"
He calmly began to consider his needs and selected the most acute ones he wanted to address. Once he drew up a list of priorities, he began to study the eligible fish and noted ten that conformed to his demands.
Once he finished his selection of fish, he began to shift his gaze back and forth. All of them looked great for his situation. No matter which of the ten fish he caught, he shouldn’t have much to complain about. A radiant lottery ticket was not for show!
\"I’ve wasted enough time. I should just grab a fish.\"
He did not think any further on his choice and just stretched out his hand towards the pool of water. He randomly hovered his hand across the surface until it came close to one of the fishes in his selection.
Splash!
His hand instantly darted beneath the surface and grabbed hold of his targeted fish. As soon as he squeezed the slippery fellow in his fingers, he quickly pulled back his arm and put some distance between him and the pool in case he dropped the fish!
Soon after, he found out that his precaution wasn’t needed as the fish instantly turned docile in his grasp. When he unfolded his fingers, he studied the fish he caught.
The fish resembled a small and slim herring. It glistened with a grayish reflective exterior but generally did not possess any large fins.
Ves licked his lips. \"I wonder how it tastes. Can it be eaten raw?\"
The fish abruptly exploded in a whoosh of confetti and festive smoke! In place of the herring-like fish, he instead held a vial containing a glowing liquid.
As he studied the object, he did not even notice his illusionary surroundings fading away. Now that he completed his prize draw, the System automatically deposited hm back to the bathroom.
Lucky, who treated the washbowl like his bed, perked up a bit and glanced at Ves.
\"Meow?\"
Ves did not hear what his cat had meowed. His full attention was transfixed on the reward he received after the fish he caught had disappeared.
\"...radiant lottery tickets are completely worth pursuing!\"
If radiant lottery tickets continued to provide him with the opportunity to win prizes like these, then Ves eagerly wished to obtain more!
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