My Gift Level 9999 Novels & Stories

Maximum use is three times. “They say that Beginner’s gifts are from their department heads so… what kind of thing are they wishing me with the scent assaulter?” Dina thought out loud with a chuckle. How naughty~. “Do not misunderstand host, all gifts are beneficial only for the mission,” Zero cautioned. “Yeah, yeah.” Dina answered while rolling her eyes, typical Zero, always so broody~. ‘However, they really were generous, a rare type item along with two noble type? Fucking amazing, as expected of my influence hahaha,’ Dina thought with a wicked smile.

To the perfection of a human reading this, Hi, It’s Narnia’s Fifth Resident. The author. Not Callisto*, the Narnian Resident, fifth one to be exact. If you are reading this, that means that you’ve reached the end of Callisto’s Gift! CONGRATULATIONS and thank you soooo much. Words honestly can’t explain how happy I become when I see even one new read on any of the chapters. It gives me the encouragement to keep going and keep writing. It may not mean much to you, but it means the world to me.

Reward: 50 soul points. The e-ghost groaned. What did the system take her for? A super e-ghost?! Then again, the reward was rather tempting. Each upgrade for purchased skills cost 5 soul points to level up and the one skill Laura wanted to level up quickly was the Internet Consultant skill. This shared xp sharing thing was too slow!

At noon, a Hundred-Year Ice Lotus from the Snowpeak Mountains arrived. "A holy relic for healing female wolves. The Alpha said you would like it." I refused it. In the afternoon, it was Elven Berries from the Old Continent. At night, a priceless bottle of Stardust Wine. Each gift was rarer and more expensive than the last. I rejected every single one. This went on for a week. Cade acted like a madman, sending a flood of treasures as if they could buy my forgiveness. On the seventh day, he came himself.

That skyrocketed her commercial value! Of course, there was the Saint Emperor level above Black Gold, but only about ten people held that title, one of whom was the platform’s behind-the-scenes boss. A newcomer like Amelia wouldn’t attract a Saint Emperor’s attention, but even pulling in a Black Gold user was an amazing achievement. And as soon as the Handsome CoolGuy entered, he gifted five “Carnival” items. Each Carnival was worth 300, and with all five being sent in a row, the gift effects filled the screen.

“Why do you think the prices of merchandise in the malls always end with a ‘9’? That means rare is precious. Which do you think sounds better: 2,900 or 2,899?” “Are you saying that you are a merchandise with a price tag?” Mark shot him a cold, warning glance. “Next time, if you get 2,899th again, you are finished.” “Since when have you been so concerned about my academic performance? Next time, I will not get 2,899th but 2,898th. It is not bad at all.” “Next time, if you cannot get into the top 1,000 spot, I will cut off all your finances,” Mark said coldly.

Raina explained, "This 'World News Broadcast' feature was introduced just over a month ago. Believe it or not, since then, there have been many more people competing to gift the anchors every day. I reckon my commission this month will double compared to last month." "Wow, that's awesome," Larissa said. But just as she finished speaking, two more notifications popped up on the system notification bar. "Big Spender @ILoveNana gifts the anchor @DarkKnight a cruise ship ×5!" "Big Spender @ILoveNana gifts the anchor @BestM a cruise ship ×5!" If Larissa remembered correctly, a cruise ship cost five thousand dollars. This user, @ILoveNana, had already gifted ten cruise ships within a short span of

“You’re a good woman, Evelyn.” “Any man would want you, but I’m not that man anymore.” I know eight years is a very long time, and I’ve wasted your time. I know this will be very hard for you, but you have to accept it. You deserve better." He slid the paper across the tablecloth. It moved with a terrifying finality, stopping just inches from my water glass. "Here," he said, his voice devoid of the warmth that had greeted me when I came in. "This is a cheque of ten thousand dollars. Use it to start a new life for yourself."

"Stop pretending. I know you're unsatisfied with it. You've always had high standards for everything. Since I made you unhappy by giving you something you don't like, let's just cancel it out with a free pass, okay?" That floored me. Did the free passes mean so little to him? I couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure you want to use one?" Bryan nodded without thinking much of it. "I've got plenty left anyway. Using one won't hurt." He wrapped his arms around me from behind, his tone becoming a lot more suggestive as he said, "After all, it's our wedding anniversary tonight. I don't want you to be unhappy." For a moment, I truly wanted to inform him that he only had three more free passes left.

They'd persistently urged me to scratch off the rest of the numbers, which I reluctantly did—and I ended up winning 20 dollars. Jessica, who'd been waiting to laugh at me, suddenly got excited and immediately offered to buy the ticket off me for 200 thousand dollars. I'd always been cautious. There were plenty of PSAs going around these days about scams. Jessica had always made it clear how much she hated me, so why was she suddenly making me the generous offer of 200 thousand dollars? It was fishy, so I immediately declined her offer. To my shock, Jessica flew off the handle and lashed out at me, hurling all kinds of cruel insults at me. She called me a bastard, a piece of trash, and other