Chapter 96
Chapter 96
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 95
Chapter Title: Post-Shoot Vacation
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All the filming had wrapped up. Of course, there was still post-production work left, but that was for the director and editors to worry about.
Director Allen had rented out an entire island as a gift vacation for the whole crew.
“Wooow! The ocean!”
“Let’s grill some barbecue, barbecue!”
“I’m gonna sleep for a week straight, so don’t wake me up.”
Actors, crew, mages, and production-type Awakened numbering in the hundreds cheered and scattered in all directions.
I lounged on a sunbed in light clothes, drumming my fingers on Cheda’s belly.
The playful goddess’s face stiffened, and a golden card dropped.
-Listen to the sounds of nature. Isn’t it beautiful?
The form of a Hero-grade class, Elder Druid, made my face scrunch up involuntarily.
“Another dud. That 1-in-100 chance is tougher than it looks.”
I, who’d been basically free-to-play, had pulled a Mythic class that even major corporate execs wouldn’t dare chase: Sword God.
That was possible not because I beat odds of one in tens of millions or trillions...
It was simply because I hit the 100-million-won ceiling. After spending over 100 million without a single Hero card, the rates shifted to Hero (90%), Legendary (9%), Mythic (1%). The news articles made sure I knew about it.
“Ah, if only I’d get one dupe... but no such luck.”
Ever since learning the trigger for my Mythic pull, I’d been doing class summons every time my spending crossed 100 million.
But the results? All Heroes.
The sub-rate outcomes had curses flying from my lips.
“No way. Was I hoping for one-in-a-million, or one-in-ten-million? Not even one-in-a-hundred...”
If I pulled another Mythic class.
And if it happened to be Sword God again, what would happen?
‘I could take it to Ardenia.’
My combat power would skyrocket beyond comparison to now. The goal I’d chased even while force-feeding EXP would be achieved in one shot!
And that’s not all.
‘On top of that... I could submit a recovery request.’
“The odds are so decent, it’s driving me nuts.”
Just like I said, this wasn’t some astronomical probability. Mythic cards were just 1-in-100. And of existing Mythics, there were only 18 classes.
1-in-1,800.
0.056% in percentage terms!!
‘There’s... a real chance!’
A probability worth chasing, and the more attempts, the higher the cumulative odds.
A godsend setup with no reason to pass!
Except.
“One try costs 100 million...”
I couldn’t attempt more right now.
“What’s this 100 million talk? Investing?”
Seongjae sidled up, laughing with the ladies, and struck up a conversation.
He glanced at the screen floating over Cheda’s belly and said,
“Oh, not investing—pay-to-win spending. Talk of 100 million means you’ve got siege-war spec now!”
“Yeah. Nah~ I’m trash weak.”
“No, you’ve got a Mythic class! The rest just needs a little support, right?”
“I don’t have that ‘little’ bit.”
Every bit of cash I spent went straight into Ardenia, so my Revenge character barely grew. Even with 24/7 full-auto hunting, it was the same.
At least now, with stock market gains, I could open a shop in Ardenia—or else I’d have blown through gold and couldn’t even enhance gear.
“No, don’t you spend a ton? I see you cashing in every time.”
“I delete it all, I told you.”
Seongjae looked flabbergasted at my casual reply.
“No! Save some! You drop billions and don’t keep any? It makes no sense! Stronger character means more deletions possible!”
Not wrong. After getting Sword God, my gold and item farming leaped to incomparable levels. Especially the Ring of Frost Guardians—I shattered multiples but still hit +9 and had enough to share with knights. That profit in cash terms wasn’t pocket change.
“But can’t be helped. Growth acceleration is insane too.”
“Man. I heard chakra trainees have weirdos galore... Anyway, growth acceleration? How much? How old are you?”
Seongjae’s question hit my perpetual dilemma.
I don’t age in Ardenia, my personal microcosm or inner world. Proof: I grew normally on Earth, but over 20 years in Ardenia, my appearance hadn’t changed.
‘Say 24, or 45?’
The best answer I could give was this.
“Born in ’65.”
“...!!”
Seongjae straightened up in shock. I asked, flustered by the sudden formality.
“What’s up?”
“Oh, no—sorry for everything till now. Never thought you’d be senior to Her Highness the First Princess...”
I frowned at his over-polite tone.
“2065.”
“...?”
“Not 1965.”
“...!!”
Seongjae stared blankly, face screaming disbelief.
“Twenties...?”
“Exactly 24.”
“...What the hell. A 24-year-old beat an 8th-class high mage to death? No, wait! You little punk, you’ve been ‘you’ this whole time?! Call me hyung!”
I shrugged off the sudden elder-junior attack.
“At this age gap, it’s uncle or mister, not hyung. Pre-Apocalypse, we’d be grandpa-grandkid levels.”
“W-what old-tales crap! Marriage age now is 52!”
“No way. Still before 40, at least.”
“What?! High Awakened premise!!”
After fuming for a while, Seongjae calmed and continued.
“Wow. Wanna say don’t waste cash on crazy builds, but twenties with elder-level power? No words. Real side effect? Looks like an Authority. Ancestor a demigod or something?”
But my lineage hails from 98th Earth. Meaning, like Earths 1 through 100, same terrain, similar history, planetary roots.
Like most Earths: rocket-to-space science levels, and planet-wide maybe 10 completions—minimum Swordmasters or 5th-class mages—in psychokinesis.
Obviously, no gods there. Divine blood worthy of passing Authorities is rare even in greater cosmos.
“Dunno. Beyond me.”
“Damn. Mind-blowing. I’m infamous as a cheat char on forums... but twenties? Twenties Swordmaster? Unreal.”
Seongjae chuckled in disbelief and headed back to the ladies awaiting him.
“Hmm. That’s the reaction, huh.”
Even on advanced 34th Earth, a mid-20s guy slaying an 8th-class mage isn’t normal.
‘Gotta register my level at city hall soon.’
Ability type and traits are private, but hiding the level can bite you in incidents. Better handle it early, no regrets.
“Jaeyeon-ssi.”
*Knock knock.* I turned from Kilians auto-hunting to the table knock.
There stood Hye-young in a bikini.
My eyes flicked naturally.
‘Ah. Even with training, instincts pull.’
Felt it during filming, but her volume was beyond imagination. Sure, modest next to Hayes the watermelon-human, but that’s Hayes being excessive, not her lacking.
“Yes, Hye-young-ssi. Enjoying the break?”
“First group trip like this—kinda awkward. You not playing, Jaeyeon-ssi?”
“Nooo!! Water god!!”
Roooar!!!
Seawater surged from someone’s power. People shrieked and dashed around it.
“I like just chilling.”
Life in Ardenia was so hectic, ocean-gazing felt healing. Then Hye-young set something on the table.
*Thud.*
Silver ring. She bowed after placing it.
“...Thank you. Thanks to you, we finished shooting well. If it’d flopped, I’d never dream of acting again.”
“Just took the money.”
“You’re not the type to move for mere money.”
‘No, it was for the money?’
Ignoring my bewilderment, Hye-young smiled brightly and bowed.
“Meeting you was huge luck. So take this luck. Wear on right ring finger.”
“Luck, huh...”
“Bye.”
She slipped back into the crowd without more words.
I picked up the ring. Foresight didn’t trigger.
Slid it onto my right ring finger.
[Unknown reason: Luck increases!]
[17 → 230]
“...What?”
I shot up in shock.
“Luck went up?”
In Revenge, Luck is near-un-growable stat. No stat points, few collections.
Only certain pet buffs, ultra-expensive foods, special gear raise it.
If even in-game, what about reality?
‘Not ordinary.’
Even high mages avoid tampering with probability or Luck itself. A ring boosting it this much? Impossible. Zero burden on me too.
‘Not human-made.’
Only one suspect.
‘Game Master. Gwandaeha.’
Top-tier god. Production transcendent.
Maker of billions of Giggas, several transcendent divine arms—could craft this.
“This... can I accept it?”
Treasure so prime, anxiety hit about claims later. But couldn’t jump up yelling to return it.
How, for me who crams probability into every game element...?
Luck gear in hand!
“Whew...”
I steadied breath, lay back casually on the sunbed. Broke anyway—no testing now. No rushing.
I turned to the news on a nearby display.
[Ongoing monster incidents cause continued damage. Her Celestial Majesty Celestia orders construction of facilities to induce monster appearances and aid lower civilizations...]
“Ah, that issue’s still going.”
Unlike unscathed Earth, other planets suffer heavy losses. Makes sense—ogres popping from thin air? 34th Earth’s zero damage is the anomaly.
“Big trouble.”
Said it, but didn’t hit home. Even mass deaths from plagues abroad just feel like ‘lots died...’ Human emotion limits. Other planets, other civs’ dead? In this harsh world, genuine grief would break you.
Especially me, war nonstop in Ardenia.
“Whoa! It’s flying! Flying!”
“Surfing crew!”
I closed eyes amid the noisy frolickers.
Peaceful time.