Who Knew I'd Get Gacha'd!

The cheerful chime of the wind bell rang out as I pushed open the restaurant door, revealing a bustling crowd in the midst of lunch hour.

"Party reserved under Jeong Jae-kyung."

"Jeong Jae-kyung... Ah, room 8. This way, sir."

I nodded to the server who calmly checked the reservation list and led us in. As I opened the door to the private room, there was Jeong Jae-kyung, utterly engrossed in his phone game.

I snuck up behind him, killing my presence completely.

His smartphone screen showed what people commonly called a subculture game.

"Whatcha doin', you otaku fuck?"

I whispered right behind his head, and he jumped like a total pussy.

"Ah, shit. Make some noise when you walk, asshole."

"An awakener like you blaming others for this?"

At my jab, he scratched the back of his head sheepishly, probably embarrassed. If anything, it was my fault for getting too strong compared to him.

"Anyway, where's your girlfriend? Not here yet?"

I sat down across from him as he played his solo phone game, and suddenly his face turned deadly serious.

"We're already married."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

His words made no goddamn sense, sending a vague unease creeping in. He was the kind of guy who matched with a psycho like me—which meant he was no ordinary nutjob either.

Jeong Jae-kyung ignored my vibe completely and flipped his smartphone around to show me the screen.

The screen showed a typical beastkin character—a wolf-eared, tailed woman in skimpy black leather armor with heavy exposure.

I shot him a look like what the hell is this? with trembling eyes, and he put on a solemn face.

"My wi... guh!!!"

Thwack! I silently started smacking the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠back of his head. This crazy bastard had clearly lost his mind.

"W-wait. Guh!"

Daring to lie to me? Insulting me like this was unforgivable. The thwacks ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠continued until the restaurant auntie came in with the food.

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I stripped off my clothes, changed into something simple, and flopped onto the sofa.

"Whew... fuckin' stuffed."

My fingers drummed a steady rhythm on the sofa armrest, matching my even breaths. My beloved sofa...

After a moment's thought, I pulled out my smartphone. I launched the cute app on the home screen, and it booted up with a cheerful beep boop.

Ravinia Chronicles—the phone game I'd caved and downloaded thanks to Jeong Jae-kyung's nagging and advice.

'Thanks to that guy, I even paired up with Jisu.'

Not just that, but to screw over the asshole who'd screwed me, I had to at least pull some gacha...

With that petty revenge in mind, the game loaded, bringing up a popup.

The phone screen featured the wolf beastkin in her black hard-leather tank top that Jeong Jae-kyung had shown me, striking a battle pose alongside an elf in a flowing dress with pointed ears.

From what Jeong Jae-kyung said, this newly launched game was already topping the store charts in sales—a real hit.

Even with launch hype, it's rare for a subculture mobile game to stick in the top ranks.

'Guess it's that good, huh?'

Checking it out, the UI was clean, blending settings and designs that perfectly titillated men's fantasies with a ton of appealing characters.

'Those two new ones are especially hot.'

Flipping through ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the character compendium, the limited ones stood out. A wolf beastkin wielding dual blades with flair and an elf handling water spirits... They nailed the sales points.

I quietly watched the skill animations and illustrations of the limited characters, deep in thought—until a single idea slammed into my head.

'If I enter this world... won't that be NTRing Jeong Jae-kyung?'

That shithead had gotten one over on me today, hadn't he? I'd been scouting fantasy game worlds like this but hadn't found a good fit.

It matched my goals perfectly, and with hotties like these, it was worth considering. No—more than that, I had to do it.

'Beastkin for some pounding...'

I fired up my computer and dove into a newly opened community site. Prep work had to be thorough, no matter what.

After an hour scouring the forums, I got the gist.

'Story's your standard adventure tale with tower climbing as the main hook?'

Occasional events, but the core was the protagonist adventurer forming a party and climbing the tower. What story did a mobile game need anyway?

Digging deeper, each tower floor dropped gear like swords, gauntlets, axes, spears—flashy looks and stats galore.

Screenshots from players sealed it. I activated my ability to check connection conditions.

No point killing player NPCs and messing up the story, even if it was basic.

I tweaked the foundational settings. My goal here: adventure with those limited characters and snag gear useful in reality.

Mention their strengths subtly to slot in as a party member?

'Heh. You're fucked, Jeong Jae-kyung.'

I could already picture him bawling. A smirk crossed my face as the scenery around me began to shift.

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Snapping to, I saw rundown Western-style buildings—nothing like the wuxia world.

I instinctively scanned around. Standing blankly in a dingy city corner looked ridiculous, but 'Can't cause a scene without intel.'

I drew up mana to probe, using movement arts to slip out of the alley. Smooth stone streets led to vibrant medieval buildings lining the main road.

'No shit-flinging medieval vibes, good.'

Relief washed over me—no dung heaps like in subculture tropes. I stepped lively; my most fantasy-ish real-world clothes still drew glances from women.

'Need cash first.'

Sell some inventory metals, no problem... But priority one: Adventurer's Guild.

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Asking a freckled plain girl who eyed me warmly, I reached the Adventurer's Guild.

Creeeak.

The wooden door hinges groaned, revealing a quiet interior—everyone out on jobs, receptionists gossiping in a huddle.

I headed straight for them.

"Here for adventurer registration..."

"Ah! New registrant? Please follow me."

"Yes."

I nodded and followed the curvy receptionist up the stairs, ogling her ass. She showed me to a spacious lounge and handed over forms.

"Fill in personal details, specialties, position, etc., and bring them back. No issues with writing?"

"No. One sec."

Language patch auto-translated. Skimming the forms, medieval sloppiness shone through—name, specialty, position. That's it for an adventurer's card like an ID?

Perfect for tax skimming. I snickered and filled it out casually.

Tanker using Iron Man. Only role needed for those limited girls' party.

'Tanks and healers are rare as fuck anyway.'

Adventurers were dealer heaven; to stand out, differentiate here. A capable tanker? They'd lock you in unless personality sucked.

Handed it back; she skimmed and nodded.

"Berg, right? Newbies must form parties... Wait here a bit."

She flashed a soft smile and left. I sank into the lounge sofa, a weird familiarity nagging me.

The room's layout felt too familiar.

'Wait, isn't this...?'

Turning, a large, flashy door screamed importance.

"Fuck? This is gacha, isn't it?"

Experiencing the blatant gacha animation firsthand, I spaced out in the room. Giggling like an idiot, lost in imagination—until reality snapped back.

A Game Master getting gacha'd... Laughable, but bitching changed nothing. Think positive—that door gleamed like a guaranteed 5-star.

Calming down, I spotted a guidebook on the table.

'Beginner's Guide for New Adventurers...?'

She must've left it. Read while waiting? Guild-provided, no harm.

Community info had limits; locals' know-how was gold.

Flipping pages: basic tower info—tutorial stuff, skip.

Swish.

Lots of intriguing bits. Mobile-game holes sponged up into a realistic world via my power. Excitement thrummed in my chest.

This was fantasy, after all.

'Heh, man's romance.'

Grinning, I flipped faster through the guidebook.