The Soul of Red Hare... in a Kickboard
Not easy…
"Achooooo───────!"
A sudden sneeze snapped my head back.
Was someone talking shit about me somewhere?
I sniffled and rubbed the bridge of my nose clean.
"Hah… Time to say goodbye to Gracia Wonderworld, then."
Anger management disorder — Ruby Scarlet.
Like a prophetic dream of the ending credits, she would one day become a fine noble who commanded the empire.
As the price of saving another heroine, a new skill had been engraved onto my status window.
1. Rest of the Embers (Passive):
The patience forged while training Ruby Scarlet now manifests. Upon physical contact with a target in a state of emotional overload (excitement, terror, frenzy), forcibly restores the target's reason and calms them.
2. Red Thread's Rapport (Passive):
The target feels an instinctive, unconditional trust toward you. Even first meetings or closed-off strangers perceive you as someone they have known for a long time, drastically bypassing their wariness and suspicion.
My take after scanning the abilities was crystal clear.
This was a thoroughly… tailor-made skill set for conquering the next heroine.
What kind of mental illness is the next target going to have?
My head throbbed, but at the same time I felt reassured.
Especially since my existing skill, Psychological Insight, had also evolved to Lv.3.
Description: The target's surface-level thoughts are visualized in the form of an aura.
Keyword Extraction: If the target thinks, "I need to watch out for that sword," words like [Sword] and [Caution] appear above their head.
The Other Side of Lies: When noise (falsehood) occurs, you can momentarily catch fragments of truth through the gaps.
Upgraded eyes and a silver tongue that could charm anyone.
The preparations were perfect.
Just as I was wondering who I should save with this power next, a system notification sliced through the air as if it had been waiting for the cue.
Target: Mocca Mellow
"…Doesn't even give me room to breathe, huh."
Save the genius magic engineer, Mocca Mellow.
Magic engineer?
Someone who handles machines with magic?
The name itself had a sweet ring to it, but true to this unfriendly game's nature, detailed information was completely nonexistent.
Unlike with Ruby Scarlet, though, a concrete directive dropped this time.
For the consultation, seek an audience with the Magic Tower Lord of the city of Arche, Beatrice.
I spread out the map. Arche.
From my current location, it was a distant place that required crossing half the continent.
I couldn't exactly walk there barefoot. Out of habit, I opened the system window and logged into the gallery.
Information gathering was essential, after all.
This trash-ass game system is telling me to get lost to 'Arche' now. What even is that place?
Heroine's name is 'Mocca Mellow.' Sounds delicious as hell — anyone know who this chick is? Drop a profile.
Looking at the comment section made my blood pressure spike.
Here we go with the hate train again. With a bitter feeling, I hammered the keyboard.
Putting the pieces together, I had a clear picture.
Social anxiety. Or a social misfit.
A hikikomori magic engineer, huh…
I let out a deep sigh.
An advanced city, huh.
Perfect environment for a hikikomori to thrive, I supposed.
Listening to the gallery's advice, I realized I desperately needed a means of transportation.
A mount, huh.
I opened the PT shop, and a dazzling banner stabbed my eyes. Naturally, the acquisition method was a gacha.
Ignoring the ominous warning, I placed a trembling finger over the [10+1 Multi-Pull] button.
From F-rank junk heaps to S-rank supercars.
A gambling table with my life on the line had opened.
A reliable companion to take charge of your journey!
10-Pull Multi-Draw: 9,000 PT(SR Guaranteed?!)
"Nine thousand points per click…! Here we go!"
A fortune from my 35,000 PT evaporated in an instant.
Rrrrrumble──!
The sky split open and a golden pillar of light poured down.
Judging by the effects alone, it looked like a dragon was about to descend.
Please. I don't even need a Lamborghini. Just give me one decent horse!
1. (F-Rank) Creaky Unicycle
2. (F-Rank) Handcart Missing a Wheel
3. (E-Rank) Country Mayor's Cultivator (Fuel Sold Separately)
…This fucking bitch?
My expression rotted in real time as I scrolled down the list.
Grandpa Kim Panchun's handcart wasn't a joke?
Then, in the eighth slot, hope appeared.
8. (B-Rank) Sturdy Warhorse
"Oh! Okay, that's a solid average pull!"
9. (B-Rank) Magic Engineering Motorcycle 'Storm Chaser'
"Holy shit! A motorcycle?!"
My heart hammered.
A bike in a fantasy world — this was a revolution.
And then the long-awaited tenth. The guaranteed reward slot stopped spinning.
10. (SR-Rank) The legendary steed, the soul of 'Red Hare' dwells within…
Red Hare! The legendary horse Guan Yu rode that could cover a thousand li in a day!
I let out a cheer.
A handsome guy like me deserves at least this much! Let's goooo!!!
But the sentence didn't end there.
…kickboard.
"…Huh?"
I hadn't misread it.
Description: A kickboard possessed by the lingering will of Red Hare.
Special Ability: Capable of traveling at 80 km/h. However, the rider's 'aura/cool factor' plummets vertically.
Warning: Has a foul temper. May occasionally kick its owner's shins.
"You fucking son of a biiiiitch────!!!"
With a pop!, what appeared before my eyes was a cute little electric kickboard painted in glossy bright red.
A tacky horse-head ornament dangled from the handlebars, snorting and glaring at me.
[ Prbrbrbr! Neighhhh! ]
The kickboard rolled its wheels on its own and roared.
Just try riding me. I'll take you on a one-way drive to the underworld, it seemed to say.
With trembling hands, I took a verification photo and uploaded it to the gallery.
I stared blankly down at the red monstrosity.
Ride this? Into that magic engineering city? With a character whose cool factor was his entire life?
"…Refund. Give me a refund."
Fortunately, even this godforsaken game had a bare minimum of conscience.
The [Payback System].
If you didn't like your 10-pull results, you could return everything and receive a one-time refund of 3,500 PT.
Compared to the 9,000 PT already spent, it was highway robbery — but I had no choice.
I'd rather die than ride that humiliating kickboard.
Combined with the refunded points, my remaining balance was 29,500 PT.
I burned another 9,000 PT.
Please…! I've lived a good life! I even cured those psychopaths!
Rrrrrumble──!
Once again the air split open.
But this time, the color was different.
It wasn't the common gold from before.
Fwaaaaaaash!
A brilliant rainbow light that threatened to burn my vision white.
"…C-Could it be?!"
S-rank? No — something above that… an SSR with server-wide odds?
My heart pounded like it was about to explode.
1. (F-Rank) Holey Socks
2. (E-Rank) Dried-Up Hardtack
……
9. (B-Rank) One Can of Premium Gasoline
The junk items before it didn't even register.
My eyes were locked solely on the final slot.
The rainbow light cleared, and a massive landing impact that shook the entire forest slammed into my eardrums.
BOOOOM─────!
The earth screamed.
Where the dust settled, something far beyond comparison to a mere automobile — an overwhelming monster — crouched low.
Matte black armor dark as pitch. A sleek, streamlined steel spine.
In place of headlights, eyes that menacingly radiated blue mana-light.
It was a colossal mechanical wolf.
"Holy… shit."
I couldn't close my mouth.
Every time the creature breathed, white steam hissed out from the exhaust vents along its flanks — shuuuuk.
The cold texture of metal coexisting with the wild ferocity of a predator — the pure romance of a man's dream.
Name: Mechanical Beast 「Fenrir」
Rank:SSR
Description: A steel predator revived through ancient magic engineering technology. It reads the rider's will and moves like an extension of their own limbs without any separate controls. It will become your perfect alter ego and strongest supporter.
Special Abilities:
1. [Terrain Ignore]: Charges across all terrain — rugged mountains, water surfaces, vertical walls, and more.
2. [Predator]: Absorbs ambient mana from the surrounding air to use as infinite power.
Grrrrrrrrr.
As I approached, Fenrir lowered its head with a low engine growl.
Like a loyal hound submitting to its master.
Steadying my trembling hands, I opened the gallery again.
Ah pulled this on my 20th multi lmao is this any good? Total trash? (photo attached)