MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat

The system suddenly DING!! Damon's eyes snapped towards the sound, and he opened the system interface.

[QUEST COMPLETED]

[REWARD: 10 COINS]

He smiled, chuckling to himself. It felt good to complete a quest and get rewarded.

But then, another DING! sounded. Damon sat up, confusion etched on his face. He didn't have any quest completed, was it a new one?

He looked at the system interface again.

[63/50 MATCHES COMPLETED]

[ACHIEVEMENT ACQUIRED]

[REWARD: LOTTERY GACHA WHEEL]

[YOU HAVE 3 FREE SPINS]

Damon's eyes widened. What was this? He didn't know what a gacha wheel was, but it sounded interesting.

He read on.

[FUNCTION: THE LOTTERY GACHA WHEEL, IS A WHEEL YOU SPIN, IT CAN LAND IN DIFFERENT SECTIONS, FROM [ELIXIR] [GEAR] [TECH] [SKILLSET] [RANDOM] [NONE]]

Damon's eyes scanned the text. He still didn't understand what a gacha wheel was, but he liked the sound of it.

He stood up, a smile spreading across his face. This was amazing, but how does he get spins?

As if listening to his thoughts, the system interface changed.

[SPINS ARE GAINED IN EVERY FIGHT , 1 WIN MEANS 1 SPIN, 10 ACCUMULATED SPINS CAN BE USED FOR A MEGA SPIN]

Damon's eyes lit up. Oh, so he gets spins for winning fights? And he can use them to spin the wheel? He felt a surge of excitement. This was going to be fun.

He stood there, staring at the system interface, thinking of every possibility possible.

He couldn't wait to start spinning the wheel and seeing what rewards he would get.

Damon's hand trembled with anticipation as he reached out to touch the interface.

His finger hovered over the screen, hesitating for a moment before tapping on the golden wheel.

The wheel filled the entire screen, its sections gleaming with a soft, golden light.

The None section took up a large chunk of the wheel, its blank space seeming to stare at Damon like an empty void.

The Random section was equally spacious, its mysterious nature making Damon's heart race with excitement.

In contrast, the other sections were tiny, cramped into small slivers of space.

TECH and SKILLSET were the smallest, their narrow wedges making them seem like impossible targets.

Damon's eyes darted back and forth, studying the wheel's layout.

He noticed that the Elixir section was slightly larger than the two, its gentle glow seeming to pulse with an otherworldly energy.

The Gear section was nestled between Elixir and TECH, its small space filled with swirling patterns.

Damon's finger twitched, eager to touch the screen and set the wheel in motion.

As he gazed at the wheel, Damon felt his excitement build. He couldn't wait to see where the wheel would land, what reward he would receive.

Damon's finger tapped the screen, and the golden wheel sprang to life.

It spun rapidly, a blur of color and light that made Damon's eyes water. He squinted, his gaze fixed on the wheel as it began to slow down.

For a moment, it seemed to land on the SKILLSET section, and Damon's heart skipped a beat. But then, the wheel jerked forward, moving again.

Damon's eyes widened as it passed over the TECH section, his fist clenching involuntarily as if trying to stop the wheel physically.

The wheel slowed down even further, its rotation becoming sluggish and labored. Damon's eyes were glued to the screen, his breath caught in his throat. And then, it finally came to a stop, the pointer trembling on the NONE section.

[CONGRATULATIONS FOR WINNING NOTHING]

[TRY AGAIN NEXT TIME]

Damon's face contorted in a mixture of shock, anger, and disbelief. His eyes bulged, and his mouth dropped open. "This is a damn scam!" he shouted, throwing his hands up in the air.

His arms flailed wildly, as if trying to physically express his frustration. His fingers splayed, and his palms faced the ceiling. Damon's face reddened, and his voice echoed through the room.

He took a step back, his eyes still fixed on the screen. The words "CONGRATULATIONS FOR WINNING NOTHING" seemed to mock him, their bright, cheerful tone a stark contrast to Damon's intense emotions.

Damon's chest heaved, his breathing rapid and shallow. He felt like he'd been punched in the gut, his excitement and anticipation replaced by anger and disappointment.

Damon's laughter echoed through the room, a deep, throaty sound. Hehehehehe! He remembered he still had two more spins, and his anger dissipated. He removed the message, and the wheel reappeared.

He spun again, and the wheel sprang to life. This time, Damon closed his eyes, his face relaxed. He heard the wheel spinning, a soft whirring sound. Then, he heard a click.

Damon opened his eyes, and a bright message greeted him.

[CONGRATULATIONS FOR WINNING GEAR]

[YOU HAVE WON A PUNCHING BAG]

At first, Damon's face fell. "That's so damn use-" he started to say, but then he paused. He looked at the reward again, and a slow smile spread across his face.

"Not useless," he said, his voice filled with excitement. "This is good. Ohh, I love you, system!" He professed his love, his eyes shining with gratitude.

Damon had been complaining about not having a partner to train with, but now he had something to hit. A punching bag! He could practice his punches, work on his technique.

He felt a surge of joy, his heart filled with excitement. He couldn't wait to start using the punching bag, to feel the leather beneath his fists.

Damon's face glowed with happiness, his smile stretching from ear to ear. He felt like he'd won the jackpot, like the system had finally given him something he truly needed.

Damon's finger hovered over the screen, ready to spin the wheel again. But then, he caught himself. "I should stop," he thought, his hand hesitating in mid-air.

He looked at the wheel, its golden light gleaming enticingly. He was enjoying this, maybe a bit too much... Hehehe. The thrill of the unknown, the rush of excitement, it was all so captivating.

But Damon knew he shouldn't get too carried away. He took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing slightly as he made a decision. "Okay, okay, I'll wait," he thought.

He would wait maybe a day, then spin again, and capitalize on his 'daily' luck. Damon smiled to himself, feeling a sense of control wash over him. He could do this, he could pace himself.

Gambling was fun, yepppie

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