Chapter 11
Chapter 11
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: 003_2nd Round Start (3)
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1.
《Relic Random Box》
- 1 draw: ‘Achievement Ticket’ 1
- Display in the Relic Exhibition Hall to gain permanent abilities.
- Tickets in possession: 2
I first checked out the Relic Random Box.
I’d wondered what achievements were even for, but it looks like they turn into relic gacha tickets.
Nice, nice.
This makes the points I spent getting Hero feel a bit less wasted.
“Twice, draw.”
No questions asked, going double or nothing.
-Dududuk! Duduk! Tuk!
The Relic Random Box had effects that were on another level from the start.
A rune box engraved with ancient script, dazzling lights and rainbow illumination to boot.
Paired with fitting sound effects and BGM, it really gets the heart racing.
Staring without skipping makes your brain feel all soft and mushy.
“SSS grade, come on! Please!”
I squinted at the status window.
Red. A brilliant ruby red.
White was C Common, green UC Uncommon, blue R Rare, so at minimum SR Super Rare!
“…….”
I opened my eyes, anticipation building for whatever awesome relic was welcoming me.
And it was.
A squiggly model of a stomach.
「Sturdy Stomach」
- Grade: SR
- Trait: Grants steel-like digestive power. No food will ever upset your stomach.
- Sub-trait: Goats will see you as one of their own.
- Note: Cannot be enhanced.
“…Shit.”
No, it wasn’t a model.
It felt sticky and squishy in my hand, gross as hell.
And worst of all, the effects were blatantly lame.
On the level of eating cockroach cat food without getting sick.
“Super Rare… It’s a relic… You could’ve given better effects…”
Why you gotta do me like this? What’s so great about befriending goats…?
Chew some cud together?
It’s common in gacha games.
High nominal rarity but zero practical use, high-grade trash designed to scam players.
That devious trap had even infected this otherworld status window.
And the next relic box? Green light, UC trash.
“This ain’t it… Come on, let’s not do this, yeah?”
I sighed and opened it without much hope.
Green light spread, revealing an eyeball embedded with a gear-shaped pupil.
I hadn’t expected much, and it looked seriously lame.
Probably something boring…
「Laplace’s Eye」
- Grade: UC
- Trait: Consume mental power to observe and predict the flow of physical laws.
“……?”
What?
▶ Relic Exhibition Hall: [Laplace’s Eye] [Sturdy Stomach] [ ]
I hurriedly slotted the relics into the Exhibition Hall.
“Gaaah!”
Pain like a spike stabbing my frontal lobe shredded my brain.
After writhing in agony for a while, I opened my eyes again.
The world had changed.
A bit dizzy, sure…
But I got what observing physical laws meant.
My vision flipped like I was seeing the world through a high-performance filter.
Even my peripheral vision, usually out of focus, was crystal clear.
Air currents in the room from temperature differences, dust particles floating along those flows—every single one visible.
What was amazing wasn’t just observation; I could even predict the irregular trajectories of the dust.
Ramping up the resolution that much made my blood vessels feel like they’d puff up like soufflé, so I released it quick.
Just to test, I aimed the revolver forward, and as expected, red lines appeared, marking the bullet’s trajectory and impact point.
“I know this!”
It’s the Sharingan!
Laplace’s Eye?
True to its name.
I could dominate billiards, golf, sports tournaments right now.
No clue how useful it’d be in combat, though.
“Thahaha, this is it.”
Coming to this otherworld, dying once like a dog, and finally getting my cheat item.
Midway through shedding tears of emotion, a sudden doubt hit me.
Why’s this badass Sharingan UC while the stomach’s SR?
The stomach even has a sub-trait, but Laplace’s Eye? Just one trait.
Are otherworld goats that pretty, mass-producing furries or something?
‘Master, Master. Let’s do that thing!’
My stomach suddenly churned.
No time for overthinking. I had remaining gacha duties.
《Joker Random Box》
- 1 draw: 30pt
- Consumable items that can become powerful variables.
- Get your hands on the one card that can shake fate.
“166pt left, so five draws possible.”
I’d see what items came out and decide.
[Points used. 166pt => 136pt]
Amid exploding confetti effects, the item was…
A small, rusted coin.
「Truth Coin Toss」
- Grade: UC
- Description: Looks like a rusted coin but imbued with mysterious power.
- Effect: Determine if an opponent’s statement is true or false.
- Note: 3 uses remaining.
“Hmm, meh…”
Tried once more.
[Points used. 136pt => 106pt]
「Polite Speech Coupon」
- Grade: C
- Description: One of the Common Sense Alteration Coupon series.
- Effect: Designate one person to always use polite speech. The target won’t question this change.
- Note: One-time use.
“Ugh.”
I tossed the paper labeled “Polite Speech Coupon.”
“If you’re gonna give crap like this, give me a ‘Show Panties’ Coupon instead.”
Got excited reading up to ‘Common Sense Alteration Coupon…’, but Joker’s pulling nothing good.
It hyped “powerful variable” and “card to shake fate” in the description.
And it costs 30pt per draw.
Maybe low grades are the issue?
Everything so far looks useless.
If I hadn’t pulled the revolver and Laplace’s Eye, I’d be pissed.
Well, Truth Coin Toss might be usable depending.
“For now… That’s enough for today?”
I wanna go ham, but better save about 100pt.
No idea how much ammo to refill, and might need it right away for ‘Enhancement’ or ‘Playground’ unlocks.
Or end up scraping for that last 1pt in some hopeless mess again.
No more deaths, thanks.
Who knows how many regressions I get, penalties are a concern, and honestly, that space… kinda scary.
Anyway.
“Got the gist.”
Old World Mall is straight-up modern item pulls + refills.
Relics via achievement coupon pulls, slot into Exhibition Hall for permanent buffs.
Joker’s just the wildcard variable, yeah?
Got some solid combat power now, time to move.
No more wasting time.
To airlift half-dead Arbel to a doctor in a week, need to hustle cash.
Fastest way: Become a fixer.
For city hall registration, need 5,000 Bio.
“Let’s head out.”
Slipped on the longcoat.
Definitely modern gear; the fit and material are top-tier.
“Hmm…”
Right before leaving, caught my reflection.
Sculpted good looks, the kind that draws eyes.
Maybe Sergeant Ron clocked me as Aden-born from this pretty face.
“Any good ideas…”
Then my eyes hit the trash gacha loot.
Clown Makeup Set (C)
Yeah, this’ll do.
2.
Longcoat flapping, I strode through the slum alleys.
Steps leading to the deep, deserted parts.
Slums are especially shit in Necropolis.
365 days a year, sticky mud clings to your soles.
Friendly neighborhood footsteps cling too.
“Wheeoo, cutie. Nice coat?”
“Looks like you’re loaded. Share with the neighbors.”
“We gotta stick together.”
Nothing unusual.
Locals moonlight as robbers, killers, pickpockets—hardworking folk.
“Me?”
I turned.
Three punks armed with rebar or spiked clubs.
“Yeah, you, asshole.”
“We saw you coming from the slums. Playing fixer?”
“Ehehe, fresh meat after so long.”
They threatened boldly, then flinched seeing my face.
Fair enough.
Face caked white with powder.
Red lip paint like torn-to-the-ears grin.
Exaggerated eye makeup, fresh-drawn brows.
Perfect clown getup.
“W-What the hell? Who’s this psycho?”
Old Sedric might’ve been in trouble.
Even with boxing skills and hand axe, three armed guys.
Could’ve ended beaten to pulp, sold to the ossuary.
I’m not Sedric Montraven anymore.
That weakling drowned in the city’s filthy mud, nose and mouth clogged.
Ceres gave me her hot flesh, Universal Currency, and a tip-off.
Plus a lesson.
‘Find the ugliest arrogance within you.’
‘Go even madder. More, more, more than now. Let your madness consume you. Stick to your guns even if the world points fingers.’
My ugliest arrogance, madness, stubbornness.
I’d known the answer long ago.
Mountain-sea delicacies and bunny girls.
Booze, smokes, supercars, card games, roulette, gacha.
Luxury goods, bottomless wealth fountain, gold, money, dollars.
Hedonism and desire.
No, the great avarice encompassing all.
I want my life dyed in fiercer thrills and denser pleasures.
While sages and prophets lament a gold-worshipping world,
I’ll don a golden crown, look down, and sneer.
Yeah, you were right.
“Aw, fuck, he looks unappetizing! Pile on!”
“Uwaaa!!!”
The starving jackals charged.
Vision sharpened; their every move crawled in slow-mo.
They’d resolved to devour others for tomorrow.
Me too.
-Bang!
Hero’s gunshot rang in my ears, acrid powder stinging my nose.
My body solidly absorbed the Magnum recoil.
The frontmost brute crumpled like a broken wind-up doll.
Red blood and flesh splattered across the slushy frozen mud.
The remaining two froze like pocket mice before the smoking barrel.
“Drop everything and scram. Oh, leave the body.”
Now this city will fear me.
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“Grade 9 Fixer registration?”
“Yes.”
“Name.”
“John Wick.”
“Five thousand Bio.”
“Here.”
“What’s that crap on your face? …Never mind, don’t say it.”
Necropolis 2nd Round.
Start.