Gacha Game Female Characters Become Obsessed with Me

Exterminating the lizards on the second floor wasn’t particularly difficult.

Actually, security was extremely lax, almost like an empty house, except for the one monster lurking on the third floor.

Of course, those troops had probably occupied the area near our actual target, the Office of the Censor-General, so it was like robbing Peter to pay Paul.

“Mmmmm…”

In front of the stairs leading to the third floor.

Lumi, who had been energetically swinging her tail and fists to fold enemies, suddenly shuddered.

“Something, something scary can be felt, woof…”

An intangible killing intent, or something like that?

As an ordinary mortal, I couldn’t detect such things.

“It definitely feels creepy, nyaaaaah…”

“Hooooo. Your concubine also feels goosebumps rising.”

Tinya and Elise provided cross-verification.

Neb even took out a pillow and was hugging it tightly against her chest.

It was a bad omen, but on the other hand, it was understandable.

In this game where male characters rarely appear, or appear in the form of beasts or monsters.

One of those few male characters.

Moreover, he’s an old man with white hair and a flowing white beard.

In reality, the elderly are the vulnerable.

But in subculture, old man characters are symbols of power.

Why?

The worldview of typical subculture games is close to a dystopian hellscape.

The very fact that someone survived to that age in such chaos means they’re strong.

And.

“Myeng…!”

While we were hesitating a bit.

“I don’t recall permitting outsiders into the Office of the Inspector General.”

A chillingly subdued voice resonated from the top of the stairs, enough to send shivers down my spine.

Eventually.

The owner of the voice walked down majestically.

And.

“Huk…”

I couldn’t help but swallow hard.

Because he was still an “enemy.”

I could clearly see the characters above his head.

[LV. 120]

Our heroes are level 70.

If our heroes fought him 1:1, they might be cut down in 3 seconds.

Since there’s no more honest indicator than level in a game.

He had a presence like a grasshopper in a tube.

From the start, with the surname Cheok, he couldn’t be weak.

In the West, there’s Chuck Norris.

In the East, there’s Cheok Jun-kyung.

It’s common sense.

However.

“I have no business with weaklings. Get out of my Office of the Inspector General before I kill you.”

Masters are typically weak against newbies.

He spoke indifferently, seemingly uninterested in our heroes who clearly looked like newbies.

Currently neutral.

But as the story progresses a bit more, he takes their side.

Before that happens, either persuade him.

Or eliminate him.

Among my limited game big data, Cheok Jun-kyung’s data was very clearly stored.

Though it’s a fragment of my shameful past.

When the gallery bait was rolling around terribly, I made the decision to save the nation by deploying the old man card.

Perhaps no one knows the old man Cheok’s every move as well as I do?

Maybe, maybe not.

“Old man Cheok. Would you like to make a bet?”

“…Hmm?”

Official from the developer.

Cheok Jun-kyung likes bets and gambling.

A strange light flickered in his eyes as he was about to turn away.

“Hey, young friend. Gambling, you know. It has a strong poison. Are you confident in those words?”

“I wouldn’t have brought it up if I wasn’t confident.”

In gambling, more than anything else, you need a poker face and guts.

At least in that regard, I was confident.

The Office of the Inspector General had a separate open area for interrogating criminals.

The ominously named Interrogation Ground.

Though I wasn’t familiar with archaic vocabulary, I’d seen historical dramas where they’d say “Subject the criminal to interrogation!!!” and tie them up and twist their limbs.

That’s this interrogation.

Fortunately, there weren’t things like chairs for bondage play.

Just me and old man Cheok standing face to face in the open area.

“Master…”

“Master…!”

“Huuuuh…”

I had explained my plan sufficiently to the heroes.

But they were all trembling anxiously at the fact that I could be in danger.

I was somewhat grateful.

But.

I couldn’t hide behind the heroes forever.

Moreover, even if all the heroes’ powers were combined now, it would be an inevitable defeat.

In this situation, I was the only one who could create a variable.

“Are you mentally prepared, young friend?”

“I’m a bit nervous.”

When I revealed my sincere feelings without adding or subtracting anything.

The old man smiled for the first time.

“You seem weak, but if you want to end your life so quickly, well, it’s the path you’ve chosen, so there’s no helping it.”

With those final words.

He pointed his sword at me.

Something like heat haze rising from the tip of the sword.

That must be what they call sword aura or sword aurora or whatever.

“Huuuuu…”

I took a deep breath.

“Here I come.”

In that moment.

I felt time flowing very slowly, gradually.

Without a change in expression, the old man swings his sword at me.

An inescapable death was slowly approaching.

I could lessen this fear by tightly closing my eyes.

But I stared at that sword with wide-open eyes until the end.

The sword moved at a speed as if a second had been divided by half, no, by half of half, heading towards me, precisely towards my neck, far away I could see Lumi closing her eyes tightly, Tinya seeming to scream “Nyaaak,” Elise tightly embracing Neb…

Whooooosh—!

“Huuuuk—.”

As my held breath burst out.

The flow of time returned to normal.

The sword Cheok Jun-kyung had swung was just barely touching the tip of my neck.

…Why?

“They say respect your elders. Still, it doesn’t seem right for this old man to harm a young person first. You go first.”

My legs gave way the moment I heard those words.

…With a little less self-control, I might have wet myself.

He has quite an admirable spirit.

Cheok Jun-kyung mentally adjusted his evaluation of the young man before him slightly upward.

An impudent proposal.

Do you know about chicken race? Ah, to be precise, it’s a bit different.

The rules were simple.

Take turns sincerely attacking each other.

If you get scared and dodge the attack, you lose at that moment.

If you survive the attack, the offense and defense switch, and the process repeats.

When he heard this proposal that didn’t even sound like a joke.

Cheok Jun-kyung wondered if the young man had gone crazy with a death wish, or why someone with so many women would come up with such a crazy idea.

…Perhaps that’s why he accepted the bet.

Whether it was a childish idea.

Or if he really had the courage or capability, he was honestly curious.

No matter how much he sensed the young man’s energy, he was just an ordinary man.

Originally, he had planned to cut off his head right there to punish that arrogance.

But those eyes.

Eyes full of certainty that he absolutely wouldn’t die.

They stimulated Cheok Jun-kyung’s curiosity.

“They say respect your elders. Still, it doesn’t seem right for this old man to harm a young person first. You go first.”

If he had just cut off his neck, it would have ended right there.

What could he possibly want that he would risk death for it?

Did he have an ultimate move that could endanger me, Cheok Jun-kyung?

Did he have something that would make all those women worry about his well-being with one heart and mind?

Cheok Jun-kyung couldn’t suppress his desire to see with his own eyes.

“Now it’s your turn.”

Perhaps because glimpsing death was quite impressive.

The man hesitated for a while, fiddling with the tablet in his hand.

Perhaps he’s preparing himself mentally.

I’ll only give him one chance.

There won’t be a next time.

Thinking this, Cheok Jun-kyung waited calmly.

Eventually.

The man put the tablet in his pocket and instead drew out a pistol.

“…With just that?”

Honestly, it was disappointing.

Unless the Emperor came with his exclusive weapon and bet everything on strength.

He couldn’t handle me with such a toy.

Of course, even that Emperor, perhaps growing senile, had recently lost his firearms.

But still, he was his lord.

…That’s why, though he didn’t like it, he was following the lizards’ will.

“It might hurt a bit.”

“Hmph.”

To inflict a wound on him, one would need to bring a tank, not a revolver.

Based on such confidence, Cheok Jun-kyung puffed out his chest.

The man fiddled with the side of the revolver and then exhaled a deep sigh.

“I warned you.”

And then.

He put his finger on the trigger.

At that moment.

“…?”

Cheok Jun-kyung felt it.

The energy of the surrounding nature abnormally converging in one place.

At first, it was at a level he could laugh off, thinking, “So he had some hidden move after all.”

1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds.

“Hmm…”

The momentum continued to intensify violently to the point where an involuntary sound escaped his lips.

A destructive power that already exceeded the maximum output of the strongest ring he could create.

But.

Gooooo…

Kugugugu…!

As an unimaginably powerful force, impossible to conceive as something a single person could create with a small tool, continued to build without end.

Only then did Cheok Jun-kyung.

Feel that something had gone wrong.

His instincts rang out a strong warning.

Before that energy engulfed him, he should throw his sword and cut off that man’s neck even now.

Or.

At least.

He should dodge.

As pride and survival instinct intensely played tug-of-war.

Cheok Jun-kyung felt time flowing infinitely slowly.

It wasn’t simply entering a combat immersion state where he could split and split time by falling into a trance.

Instead.

What unfolded before his eyes—

When he was a bit younger and more valiant.

When he was a great general leading soldiers to consecutive victories on the battlefield, not in a pre-retirement dead-end position like the Office of the Inspector General.

His wife, who had passed away before him, waving to him with a very young and vivid appearance.

His son, who is now missing, running towards him exactly as he was at the dislikable age of seven—

“Huh, shit.”

This is the panorama of one’s life flashing before their eyes.

Sensing imminent death, Cheok Jun-kyung’s actions were nimble.

With his body wrapped in maximum protective aura, he rolled to the side!

The secret escape technique forbidden to soldiers, rolling away!

Kwaaaaaaang—!!!!

As the bullet that barely grazed him created a crater as if a star had fallen, not far away.

“Huuuu…”

Cheok Jun-kyung unknowingly had cold sweat running down his spine from the death that had come closer to him than ever before.

Flat on the ground, lifting only his head slightly to look ahead.

“So, I won the bet?”

With a dislocated shoulder causing one arm to dangle, but with the corners of his mouth holding a smile of victory, the young man appeared.