Spin the Rank-Up Roulette! I've Burned Through All My Luck

Spin the rank-up roulette! I'd exhausted every bit of my luck. Because some really good skills had come out. I examined the skills that appeared.

Disaster. That was the conclusion I'd reached.

The gods are dead. Dead in every sense of the word. The moment the roulette started, the forest came rushing over, asking if I'd missed it.

I hadn't. Not even a little. It was exhausting. Was it cheating? Was this thing manipulating the roulette with the World Tree's will...? Nah, no way...

I squeezed my eyes shut. This was reality...! My reality...!

When I'd seen the Evil God, caught a glimpse of the Maou's overwhelming power, witnessed the world's vastness and its terrifying monsters—none of those moments compared to this despair.

Dangerous. Without Clear ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Mind, my spirit would've shattered. Stay calm, stay calm... There had to be something good here.

This one had gotten ridiculously grandiose. Me, an incarnation of nature and all that... In the end, it was just a walking Amazon rainforest. An ambulatory air purifier, right?

If I could actually use this, it'd be great. But didn't it say before that it was arbitrarily fixed...? The change to "caster" probably meant the constellations had set it. Just imagining it sent chills down my spine.

Even better now—I could probably carry someone on my back. The sheer size alone was intimidating, plus stats boosted 10x. I should think about coordinating with allies in combat, like having Larirure toss me around or something.

Today, I became the god of chicken. I could make any fried chicken in this world. I was chicken itself, the absolute sovereign of the food industry. Creating something from nothing infinitely... Were the constellations not giving me a cola-making skill...?

"Hahahahahahaha lololololololol!!"

I was so dumbfounded that laughter burst out first. Who was the idiot who tore the Constellation Tickets first? That'd be me. I couldn't even blame myself, and who knew if another chance like this would come? Yet I'd blown it like this—I wanted to collapse right there and sob.

I could've gotten two abilities!!

Today, as always, I closed my eyes looking at the two skills that beautifully decorated my skill list. I really... really wanted them... Wanted to use them... I had them, so why couldn't I use them as I wished? They were so beautiful, practically seducing me with how amazing they were.

I stroked my skill window endlessly, on the verge of tears. Who gives something to the world and then can't use it...? Please let me use them... I want them... Ownership's mine, but this mismatch is killing me.

"..."

Women coming onto me? ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Better life than my previous one. Did it work on those who thought they were women even if not...? And female monsters courting me too? Was that it?

What's the difference from "become a naked woman wandering the streets"? If relationships weren't possible, the opposite sex would give up, but the goddess confirmed humans could pair with any race.

After some thought, I realized I was screwed.

Digimon doesn't evolve like this. The racial skill skipped two stages in an instant. I was a superior superior Levitfoot!! But no bonuses. It was like "treat this card as that card"—no real difference.

Levitfeet were rare to begin with, right? Though there was the witch Riko here...

With everything sorted, I opened the door and stepped out. Riko, waiting for me, handed over some cool water.

"What should I say... You're overflowing with allure. You're emanating a scent that seduces women."

She said that the moment she saw me. Complete with a wink and a blown kiss.

After that, I went to Circe and handed her the fruit. Preparations for departure were complete.

"Yes, an elixir."

Riko carefully handed the golden-glowing fruit to Circe. As she bit into it with effort, a radiant light burst from her mouth.

Something felt off—Hyacinth and I panicked and backed away. The immense life force and mana pouring from the fruit resembled the World Tree's aura.

...Come to think of it, didn't I have a World Tree seed in my body? Even before Forest ranked up, it was this potent?

Circe sprang up, exclaiming in awe. Her arms didn't regrow, but her stamina recovered. This was an elixir! Whatever that meant, I had no clue.

She approached gratefully, rubbing her eyes in thanks. With no hands, I just bowed silently.

"I'll keep my promise, whichever path it takes."

"?"

Circe's failure to fully recover wasn't just the lost arms—it was a fatal flaw in her immortality magic. She'd improved it for her witches, avoiding harm to them... but defeating that Evil God might unlock arm regeneration.

The worst case? The magic vanishing with the Evil God. But the goddess assured me that wouldn't happen.

Either way, both issues needed solving.

We gathered at the entrance, cheered by the witches, and headed to the shore. Riko dragged a massive bag her family had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠packed—struggling despite being a stronger sorcerer. It hit me anew: magic didn't build physical strength.

Hyacinth rolled up his sleeves. "Miss, let me carry that."

As he reached, she stored it in sub-space.

"Phew, all set. Let's go, everyone!"

She could use sub-space... Magic was enviable.

"Hold on tight?"

Her short skirt could've flashed underwear, but she hopped on her broom unconcerned. We climbed into the basket below—which looked exactly like one.

With the witches' cheers and warnings to stay safe behind us, Witch Riko slowly lifted off. Then the storm wall parted, and we soared across the vast ocean on the wind.

A soft voice rode the sea breeze—the goddess's. I didn't reply, just gazed at the horizon. Glancing back at the island, my eyes met Circe's atop the rooftop building. Her lips moved, but I couldn't hear.

"This is my first time leaving the island in ages. The witch sisters taught me a ton, saying I need experience."

Riko buzzed with excitement; Hyacinth wondered where we were headed. No reason to go to the Pantheon anymore—it'd changed.

I couldn't say we were hunting the Evil God, so I exchanged glances with Riko and fibbed about taking a quest. Not entirely a lie—we did need to catch the Hands Collector.

We drifted into a coastal city. Riko stowed her broom and drew her staff. Witches and mages looked identical visually; inland folk only knew sea witch rumors, so no issues.

I stopped by the guild, leaving letters for Larirure, Po'runga, and Noksu as backup. Explained contracting with Sea Witch Circe to hunt the Hands Collector.

I worried about them, but Riko said they'd swum ashore safely despite the wreck. Right... They looked delicate but were absurdly strong adventurers. Unnecessary concern.

"Bro, this hotel has private baths per room."

"Nice..."

We booked, planned to rest a day, gather guild info, then move. Seaside resort vibe—flashy architecture. The kingdom's fall and babbling mouths were being handled by adventurers; Evil God subjugation felt like a "veteran-only Godslayer title! Limited event!" gimmick.

Unpacked in the spacious hotel, soaked in the bath with Hyacinth. Plenty of money for hearty meals... and gear up.

"Ahh... This is great~ Never thought I'd hit a luxury hotel like this."

Riko leaned on my shoulder, delighted. Hyacinth grinned about the big bath—until our smiles vanished.

Hyacinth freaked: "A woman's here!" and retreated. I wanted out, but her arm link was ironclad.

"To Radamu, you're wafting Levitfoot seduction scent."

...Top-tier race perk? But jumping in the same tub was rude, no?

"Oh, didn't ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you know? I'm a boy despite appearances. Heart's all girl, though."

Escape. Decision made. Hyacinth had ditched me already.

"Sorry, bro!"

"Why's a witch a guy?!"

"Heehee~ It happens. Dehet?"

Not "dehet"!!! Total scam! But Clear Mind calmed me quick—we washed up. Hyacinth returned tearfully, resigned.

"He's really a guy, bro..."

"Couldn't tell with that nose?"

"Hips are womanly!"

Wrong—all of us... Three guys in the party, yet so exhausting.

"...Um, do male witches drain essence too?"

"Want me to~?"

Riko's flirty hand wave and smirk oozed confidence. That night, terrified Hyacinth crawled into my bed and clung tight.