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I furrowed, at his reply. " In half an hour you're done? " I heard him laugh, " I just drew an outline, you know what's the best part of it? " I shook my head no. " You can touch it when it's complete. " I sighed, with a pout. I really wanna feel how he draws me but as he said, he'll let me touch.

A bathtub was not the most ideal of places to sleep but I didn't have the luxury now. As the last traces of soap rinsed off, the mirror became misty. Absentmindedly I began drawing patterns on the glass. It started off with simple shapes and smiley faces, nothing serious, just completely random. I wasn't sure when it morphed into something more. The doodles started to make sense and I found myself staring at something akin to a strategy plan.

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I would wait till the end. It has been weeks since I have drawn someone's cartoon. Perhaps I only do it when I am sad and happy at the same time. This time, I want to draw a cartoon for Remo. The name alone brings calmness to me. I start from his head and then his round eyes.

The system voice suddenly appeared in Lucas' mind, "Beep! Congratulations, master, for obtaining a chance for a random lucky draw." ... Lucas was stunned. It has been a long time since he had the chance to win the lucky draw. Without thinking too much, Lucas used the lucky draw this time. Suddenly, the virtual pointer needle in his mind kept spinning in the roulette. A few seconds later, the pointer stopped. "Congratulations, master, for winning the super Berserk x1." "Super Berserk: It increases battle strength by a thousandfold after usage." Lucas secretly smiled, thinking that whatever he wanted, he would get it.

Yet, today, a strange feeling stirred within me—a flicker of hope, perhaps, or a whisper of luck. With a hesitant hand, I activated the system draws, unsure of what awaited me. The interface shimmered to life, displaying an array of glowing envelopes, each representing a potential reward. My heart raced as I hovered over them, debating which to select. “System, draw the system box.” [...] Unexpectedly, the system draw interface had transformed. Rather than immediately revealing the prize won, it now presented me with a selection of envelopes. Intrigued, I chose one, and as I did, a letter materialized in my hand.

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“This was from a free-draw session last week. The prompt was ‘My Family at Home.’” I looked down. Katie had drawn our mansion with meticulous detail. There she was, a stick figure with a yellow dress in the center. To her left, a tall stick figure labeled ‘Daddy’ stood at a big box labeled ‘Office.’ Lines came out of the box, like rays. To her right, a smaller stick figure labeled ‘Mommy’ stood at a box labeled ‘Bakery.’ Similar rays. The three figures were connected by dotted lines, not solid ones. In the corner, she’d drawn a small, smiling sun. But between the ‘Office’ and the ‘Bakery,’ she’d drawn a thick, black, scribbled wall.

The voice paused to let that sink in with everyone before continuing: “Picking a small number doesn't equate safety, so don't jubilate just yet.” My pulse thrummed against my neck. “Successfully drawing a small number means you let the system pick a random player as a distraction” “What?” “Shouldn’t it be our luck if we draw a small number?” A low protest erupted. “The system’s just being…fair” the voice replied, firmly. “That's not fair!” someone yelled. The girl in the pod next to me had already begun sobbing with hands clasped tight as she chanted prayers in some foreign tongue I could barely grasp.