Gacha Game Girls Are Obsessed With Me

“Hu….”

The revolutionary teacher G. D. Lagon left behind the saying, ‘Nothing is eternal.’

Was it because I indulged too sweetly in the nectar during the early part of the 12th floor?

Three days passed.

Until I broke through the 10th district of the 13th floor, the taste of the dungeon was bland.

The monster waves that used to come pouring out now crawled out weakly, barely keeping the excitement up.

And decisively.

“Treasure chest… still none…?”

“Ugh….”

It’s not like they were taken back after being given.

The rewards were pathetic!

At this rate, I wondered if it was even necessary to clear it a second time, as I kept encountering bust, bust, and more bust!

…Of course, it wasn’t to that extent; there were various hidden quests hidden away, and once in a while, treasure chests did appear.

A person has a threshold.

My brain had already been broken to the point where I couldn’t be satisfied with trivial rewards…!

To ease this unquenchable emptiness a bit.

“Let’s go to the arena.”

I head out today to do some tea-bagging.

* * *

The seer ‘Yo-hena’ spent another peaceful day.

Waking up early in the morning, I chatted briefly with the heroes.

I took a stroll around the city to people-watch.

Around lunchtime, following the whispers of the angel, I tackled the tower calmly with the heroes.

On days when the angel didn’t provide guidance, I made my own judgment and repeated floors that I had already cleared.

And in the remaining time, I either practiced swordsmanship with the hero I recently became close with, Ceres,

or enjoyed woodworking, one of my new hobbies.

If both of those got boring──

I interacted with the “Seer Community” through the seer’s awe-inspiring Plate of Purification, known by various names.

Talking with other seers from different dimensions was a refreshing and novel experience.

[Quickly! Tynia was cute again today heh (7)]

Hearing stories of heroes who have not yet signed a contract in my dimension.

[Isu is really going for it / Our angel bought another package ㄷㄷ (6)]

It seems that each angel has varying tendencies.

Reading stories about receiving ‘packages’, treasure chests containing massive wealth, filled me with jealousy.

[Whale and I / The 32nd floor of the tower is really tough (17)]

And marveling at the lively accounts from seers known as ‘vanguards’, climbing high levels.

There was also enjoyment in seeing the various names given by the angels.

My own name, ‘Yo-hena’, was personally gifted to me by the angel when I first opened my eyes as a seer.

And the common sentiment among the seers──

I could feel my personality resembling that of the angel more and more.

Seers of all types were freely showing off their unique colors.

Naturally, among them were those who were a bit twisted.

[1Q2W3E4R / Seriously, why can’t we clear the 29th floor? So frustrating (13)]

Some blamed their incompetence as a seer on the angels or the heroes they teamed up with.

[Author: Producer Sun]

[Title: Damn, is there really no way to cross dimensions?]

[In the Dimension Arena, this guy ‘aaa’ keeps acting up

I can bear it up to a point

But can’t he stop doing that damn dance???

I really want to just smack him]

– Hmm… is that so?

– I met him once, but Lumi had a different approach.

ㄴㅇㄱㄹㅇ

There were also seers expressing their negative emotions that arose in the Dimension Arena or Dimension Battle Royale.

“Haha…”

Each time it happened, ‘Yo-hena’ smirked bitterly.

Victory and defeat are part of the journey.

If you’re lacking power, take the time to train.

I don’t know if it’s thanks to the angel.

But since ‘Yo-hena’ was inherently calm and gentle.

I wondered why they were so angry.

Is that what they call ‘Seer Average’── the average personality of a seer?

I thought to myself.

[WARNING: An attack has been initiated in the Dimension Arena.]

[Prepare to defend.]

“……”

Before meeting ‘aaa’, that was definitely the case.

In the Dimension Arena, where a seer could do nothing.

I couldn’t tell if I should call it a dance or if it carried some meaning.

Bouncing around.

Clapping and exclaiming in admiration.

Raising a fist towards the sky.

Surprisingly shaking the hips with excitement.

Anyway, yes.

It was just inappropriate enough to be summed up as ‘an eyesore’.

Still, I could tolerate that much.

However.

As I awkwardly tried to tear my gaze away from the opposing seer’s antics and focused on where the heroes were battling,

“What the…?”

We were losing a fight we shouldn’t be losing.

Something unheard of was happening.

It was basic in the Dimension Arena to prioritize dealing with the enemy in front of you.

Yet, disregarding that rule──

The dealer heroes, Tynia and Ari.

Were aiming for my heroes positioned at the back.

As Yo-hena fell.

Serbian fell.

And even Shanpei went down.

The enemy’s tank hero, Bikini Saha, steadfastly held her position.

In the end, my defeat was confirmed and the rankings were reversed.

…Victory and defeat are part of the journey.

If you’re lacking power, take the time to train.

As I tried to think positively and escape the Dimension Arena,

“That was easy, right?”

Smack!

With that last line.

‘I just want to smack him once…’

‘Yo-hena’ couldn’t help but entertain negative thoughts in my head.

* * *

“Ugh, I can’t take this anymore.”

Melting through 5 daily attack limits at Direna was tough work.

Having climbed to a ranking too high compared to my specs.

When I woke up, my ranking would have slipped down a notch.

…If I saw myself on the list, I’d probably want to hit myself first.

Since I was climbing with a solo party of level 40 in an average level range of around 50-60.

While I couldn’t control the defensive environment.

I have firmly established the attacking environment.

When discussing the previous story of Yo-hena and Direna.

‘Did I show myself…?’

I felt bewildered by the reality that I was diligently creating my own dark history.

But a shift in perspective.

My voice may not reach them, but can they see me?

Then can’t we communicate through body language?

So I tested that hypothesis.

And it was a complete success.

Raise my left hand? Target the dealer.

Raise my right hand? Target the healer.

Clap? Let’s hold back the ultimate because a big one is coming.

If I shake my hips?

This is just bluffing to avoid looking too obvious while signaling and tea-bagging.

…It’s fun, right?

Then at times.

[Seer ‘Producer Sun (UID 93483)’ has sent a friend request.]

Sometimes, I’d receive handshake requests filled with high praise after tea-bagging.

Accept a friend request after tea-bagging?

That’s something a real nasty person can’t do.

I’m not nasty, so I coolly declined.

* * *

Today, I also had a peaceful day.

Although there were no special rewards in the tower.

I relieved some stress at Direna.

I started farming Potion of Growth again in the daily dungeon.

“Hmm…!”

My ambitiously developed new product, EXP Double Peace Cocktail, had gathered gold coins from the non-contracted heroes!

Even the customers who used to complain that the effects of the existing cocktails were dwindling all gave it a five-star rating.

…I’m starting to blur the line between selling alcohol and selling drugs.

But since there are no side effects, it’s not my fault if they get hooked because of the alcohol.

Thanks to this, the firepower of my Lyrical Magical-Revolver continues to rise.

If this keeps up, I might be able to burst a spider by myself.

Pausing for a moment to look at the stacks of lovely gold coins I had collected, I pat Tynia’s head once.

“Last order is up!”

I notified the customers that the kitchen was closing.

And entered the second floor, the secret workshop.

“Hehehe….”

It was finally time to fill the dopamine that I had lacked since yesterday.

Collecting 10,000 points, it was time to unlock the ‘Special Gacha Machine’!

The name alone was extraordinary.

What a Special-Gacha!

Although there was a risk of the tool tip not existing.

Just like the 3D printer proved its utility, the Special Gacha Machine would not betray my expectations.

[Y■ / N□]

With a hand full of dopamine and adrenaline, I boldly invested the 10,000 points.

Ding, ding!

“Oh.”

It resembled the capsule machine I saw when I was a kid in front of the stationery store, and when I visited Japan.

If you put in a coin and turn the lever, capsules pop out.

Next to it was a familiar machine labeled ‘Currency Exchange’.

“Intuitive.”

I figured I would exchange currency from the currency exchange machine to roll the capsule gacha machine.

Let’s see.

What’s the exchange rate…?

[100 Relics = 1,000 Shop Points = 10,000 Gold = 1 Coin]

“Are you crazy?”

Have they really lost it?

Is it really asking for 5 rounds of relics for a single roll?

What a disastrous exchange rate is this?

What on earth kind of rewards are they planning to give?

I just spent all the points I just collected.

The relics… I have a little bit of leeway.

But still, it feels a bit painful to use them.

So my remaining option is gold.

“Tsk.”

I absentmindedly fiddled with my Capitalism-Revolver and smacked my lips.

I’ve just started soaring as a national-level supreme dealer, but…

…It’s true that for a greater cause, one may have to sometimes sacrifice small things.

With my current wealth at around 60,000 gold.

Just half of it, then.

Let’s roll three times.

* * *

“Kyahh….”

Tynia stretched out her stiff shoulders.

Though born with the blessed body of a demonic race that didn’t need to sleep, fatigue was inevitable.

Stretching out like that, Tynia briefly practiced the ‘Secret Method Prescription’ from Elise to make her ‘bust and height’ grow.

“Kehe… heh…”

Perked ears picked up a strange voice from the second floor.

“Master?”

A suspicious feeling!

Something, something feels shady!

Tynia paused to observe the other heroes hurriedly tidying up.

I tiptoed up the stairs quietly, just in case Master was doing some ‘squeaky-squeaky’.

“Zzzz…! Zzzz…!”

In the ‘Secret Room’ I visited with Master before.

The strange voice became distinctly audible.

Tynia puffed her cheeks out, peering through the crack of the ‘Secret Room’.

“…?”

Inside, there was Master, looking as if enchanted.

With slightly bloodshot eyes, praying in front of a strange machine never seen before.

“It’s legit, it’s legit… I can do it… I am Viti…”

Beside Master, there were several large, round capsules—one, two, three… eight in total, rolling around.

“Eek.”

Instincts screamed that I shouldn’t disturb this.

And that this shouldn’t be left unattended.

Swallowing a hiccup, Tynia carefully tiptoed back down to the first floor.

Just behind Tynia’s back.

“Ghhhhh…! Zzzz…!”

Another strange sound escaped from Master.

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