The wheel hovered before me, its metallic frame gleaming with an eerie glow.

  The air around it pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat, steady and unwavering.

  I leaned forward slightly, my eyes scanning its surface.

  Each section of the wheel had text written on it, but there was a problem.

  They were blurred.

  No matter how much I tried to focus, the words remained unreadable, shifting like an illusion just beyond my grasp.

  It was as if the system had deliberately obscured them, ensuring I had no way of knowing what was hidden within each segment.

  Typical.

  The system always had a way of keeping things unpredictable.

  At the very center of the wheel, where the pointer rested, a single line of text flickered into existence:

  "You have one spin."

  One.

  I exhaled through my nose, my fingers instinctively curling into a fist.

  So, that was it.

  No retries.

  No second chances.

  Just a single attempt to determine whatever this so-called "reward" would be.

  I wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

  Caution told me to hesitate.

  The unknown was dangerous, and this wheel was an embodiment of uncertainty.

  For all I knew, one of those blurred sections could hold a penalty rather than a reward.

  But at the same time…

  The curiosity inside me burned.

  Would I regret this?

  Possibly.

  Would I do it anyway?

  Absolutely.

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  I placed my hand on the wheel, the surface cool and strangely smooth under my fingertips.

  The second I made contact, a small vibration ran through it, as if acknowledging my presence.

  No turning back now.

  I exhaled slowly, my fingers tightening around the edge of the glowing wheel.

  The cool surface thrummed beneath my touch, radiating an energy that sent a strange sensation crawling up my arm.

  It wasn’t just a spin, it was a gamble, one that I had no control over.

  Still, there was no use hesitating.

  With a firm push, I spun the wheel.

  It moved instantly, the golden sections blurring together in a dazzling display of motion.

  The glow brightened as it picked up speed, the hum growing into a low, vibrating buzz that only I could hear.

  As I watched the wheel turn, an inexplicable feeling settled deep within my chest.

  I didn’t know what the names on the wheel said.

  I couldn’t even read them.

  But somehow, somehow, I felt that whatever was written there was important.

  Vital.

  It was an odd, almost instinctual certainty.

  Each hidden word, every unreadable name, carried weight.

  They weren’t just random prizes.

  They were things I needed.

  Things that would shape what came next.

  The realization made my pulse quicken.

  Faster and faster the wheel spun, a streak of light in the otherwise dull interior of the train.

  The air felt heavier, charged, as if something unseen was waiting in anticipation.

  Then, gradually, the wheel began to slow.

  The hum softened.

  The glow dimmed.

  Tick.

  Tick.

  Tick.

  Each movement was deliberate, like the system itself was taking its time, making me wait.

  I leaned in slightly, watching intently as the pointer crawled toward one of the blurred sections.

  Then, finally.

  It stopped.

  The wheel had stopped.

  A quiet hum resonated in the air as the glow surrounding it pulsed gently, as if acknowledging the result.

  My eyes remained fixed on the section it had landed on, anticipation pooling in my chest.

  Then.

  The blur that had obscured the text began to fade, peeling away like mist under the morning sun.

  Slowly, the letters beneath were revealed, forming words I could finally read.

  Lightning Life.

  I blinked.

  “…Huh.”

  For a moment, I wasn’t sure what to think.

  The name itself sounded… cool.

  Definitely something that stood out.

  But what did it mean?

  I had never heard of anything called "Lightning Life" before.

  Was it related to my lightning affinity?

  Or was it something entirely different?

  Before I could dwell on it further, a system window materialized in front of me, its familiar translucent interface appearing without a sound.

  [Congratulations! You have been rewarded with the ability: Lightning Life.]

  I stiffened slightly.

  An ability?

  I re-read the message, making sure I wasn’t hallucinating.

  I had been expecting some kind of reward, maybe an item or a skill enhancement, but an actual ability?

  That was unexpected.

  More than that, this was the first ability I had ever obtained from entering a dungeon and even being an awakened.

  The realization sent a strange thrill through me.

  Abilities weren’t something that could just be picked up like weapons or armor.

  They were rare, often tied to a person’s innate traits or something granted through special circumstances.

  The fact that I had received one through this bizarre system reward was… unprecedented.

  A small smirk tugged at the corner of my lips.

  “I guess that dungeon trip wasn’t a complete disaster after all.”

  Even if everything inside that dungeon had been utterly insane, the Sixth Orc Lord, the Harbinger of Oblivion, the system’s complete failure to even register what we had faced, at least I had gained something valuable.

  I leaned back in my seat, my fingers tapping idly against my knee as I stared at the glowing text.

  "Lightning Life."

  Now the real question was, what does it do?