65. Overpowered Gacha!
65. Overpowered Gacha!
The Transmigrator title suddenly activated.
Not a bad thing at all, but not knowing the reason left me feeling all unsettled.
Wondering if there was something wrong with the Mimic I just put in, I opened my Inventory.
"Hmm..."
I scrolled down through the spacious Inventory slots.
"No issues at all... Huh?"
Suddenly, I spotted a black object.
For starters, my Inventory doesn't have an Appraisal function.
Which meant this was an item of unknown identity.
It looked just like one of my Inventory slots painted pitch black.
"Is this the reason the Transmigrator activated?"
I reached out to take it out once, then hesitated for a moment.
"It looks way too ominous...?"
Even a stone bridge needs tapping before crossing, so I tossed in a Magic Crystal from the Orc's body into the black slot.
-Sswuk
"...No dice."
I tried just in case, but as expected.
The Magic Crystal just got neatly stored next to the black slot, with no upgrades or disappearances.
Four hours left until the Labyrinth opens. Plenty of time.
With all this spare time, I could check it out inside.
If something weird happened while checking it outside the Labyrinth...
Before taking it out, I stocked up a bit more on 11th-floor portals and Return Portals.
Inventory's got space to spare, so better prepare leisurely.
I grabbed the Magic Crystals too, and the necklace the Great Warrior had been wearing as a reward.
"Hmm. Got everything squared away. Alright then..."
With thoughts of summoning a 9.5th-floor portal in hand, the moment I pulled out the black object...
-Chwalleok!
"Ugh... What the hell is that?"
A sticky lump splatted onto the ground.
Something like a black sea cucumber? Black flesh blob? Mimic corpse?
I kept a little distance and stared at the lump.
The lump that hit the ground started stretching, tearing, clumping, and moving on its own.
Just like that alien monster from some movie.
My rotten imagination drew a picture in my head of me getting assimilated by some grotesque lifeform.
-Chaeng!
Run if it comes, slice if I can't?
Thankfully, nothing like that happened.
After wriggling around for a bit, the lump started taking shape.
-Kkumeul kkumeul...
It turned into a round shape, and then...
-Bbanjjjak!
Like hatching from an egg, something emerged from between the lump.
It was...
"???? Essence?!?!!?"
An Essence had popped out.
I cautiously approached and poked the Essence with the tip of my sword.
-Ttik! Ttik!
"...What is this? Why'd an Essence suddenly come out?"
No reaction even when poked, so I picked up the Essence rolling on the floor.
Yellow, with a shimmering glow.
Essence. Definitely an Essence.
Maybe a Mimic's Essence? How was it made?
-Dugeun! Dugeun!
My heart pounded with excitement.
I clamped my mouth shut to stifle the exclamation trying to burst out.
If this was a Mimic's Essence, it'd be as good as getting the copy bug.
Even if it wasn't a Mimic's, who cares! An Essence is an Essence!
I tossed in one more Mimic corpse.
-Ung
Just as expected, another black slot appeared.
My Inventory didn't expand any further, but this was way better.
"One! What if I put in one more?"
Three Mimic corpses left.
I tossed in one more Mimic.
-Ung
"Hmm, too bad... Nah, this is still awesome!"
No upgrades or anything.
Just another black slot next to the first one.
I grinned like an idiot and dumped all the lumps onto the floor.
The lumps shifted shapes and...
-Kkulleong kkulleong
"What? Why's this one taking so long... Spear?"
They each turned into a spear and a bow.
"......?"
I picked up the spear and bow and stared blankly.
"They look shiny and high-quality... Tch?"
What if this wasn't an Essence-dropping bug, but just a Gacha ticket?
That first light when I got the Essence hadn't happened before.
"...Was that a 1st prize?"
Looks like Essences were pretty damn good rewards.
I put in the weapons that looked more expensive than the Mimic corpses.
Fool me thrice, shame on me—no, fool me once, shame on you? Whatever.
If I'd gotten weapons first and Essence second, I'd have been thrilled.
But humans are such greedy bastards—why does it feel disappointing now?
'Yeah, it triggered Transmigrator, so... don't get too greedy.'
Once I steeled myself, my hands started itching.
Gacha? No reason not to do it.
High-quality weapons, and if luck's good, even Essences—low-risk, high-reward Gacha!
A Gacha only I can do!
No wonder people can't quit gambling. That thrill from just now kept replaying in my mind.
I tossed in the remaining two Mimic corpses.
I dumped the black objects on the ground, and they turned into Magic Stones and a crappy-looking sword.
"...?"
Money's no object now anyway...
"Why am I pissed?"
Not getting what I want from Gacha, thinking I suck—it made my chest tight.
This... is gambling?
Three hours and thirty minutes left.
I'll climb as far as I can go.
Even after coming out, I'll register officially and head back in.
While others are stuck on low floors, I can zip straight to the 11th.
"Ugh, yeah, gambling's something you really shouldn't do."
I stuck my hand into the portal heading to the 10.5th floor.
From the 11th floor, it's the forest zone.
The entrance to the 'Snake Temple' that starts on the 14th floor.
A graveyard for newbie adventurers just shedding their greenhorn skin, packed with all sorts of poisons and bugs.
One moment of carelessness, and you're paralyzed or asleep, losing your life left and right.
But that's fine. I've got Return Portals and Poison Resistance, so if shit hits the fan, I bail.
I kept a healthy tension while slamming my head into the ground.
-Puuk!
'That box I spotted earlier... over there.'
A box visible in the distance. Easy to remember since it's next to a tree split in two.
I checked the tree for bugs, then rammed my body in.
Warrior's Charge here, shining bright.
Tested on the 8th floor. The deeper you embed, the farther it launches.
Conversely, shallow embed means short launch.
Problem is, it drains a ton of stamina.
Seems like walls drain the most stamina, especially sturdy ones.
-Sswuk!
Body wedged into the tree and...
'Warrior's Charge.'
-Tong~
I flew straight off.
That refreshing floating sensation, chilly eyes.
To clear monsters around the box, I used Warrior's Charge again.
-Shyiiik!
"Ssahk???"
The Lizardman looked up at the sudden wind noise, but too late.
My accelerated sword ripped from its head down to its crotch.
-Jjaaaak!
"Kyaaaak!"
Seeing their buddy split in half, the monsters' eyes rolled back as they charged.
Slippery bodies, rusted tridents raised high.
I jammed my sword between the thrusting tridents and activated Bug Sword.
-Kkang! Shyuririk! Pu-hwaaak!
Dodging the left-side attack with Ki Sense, I smashed its side with a Heavenly Demon energy-infused fist.
-Ppakagak!
Ribs crushed, instant death Lizardman.
Then, a fast attack pinged on my Ki Sense.
-Shiik! Chwararak!
I blocked with my sword, and a pink lump wrapped around the blade.
"Kkeuk!!"
Frog's tongue.
Seeing the frog-like monster's mouth made me queasy.
I yanked hard with strength, pulling it in by the tongue, then infused sword energy and sliced it off.
-Pusit!
"Kkeeeek~"
I shoved my sword into the mouth of the incoming tongue-less bastard and twisted my wrist.
-Kkujik!
Done!
"No Essence, huh..."
Lizardmen's signature Essence is 'Temperature Regulation.' Ability to change body temperature.
Tempting, but can't fill up on the first drink.
I neatly gutted the Mimic and headed to the next target.
'Two normal boxes on the way, then a Mimic a bit further...'
Gacha fever's hitting. Used to be too pricey to even dream...
Now it's basically a money-duplicating Gacha.
Life-risking job, but damn, it's fun.
Coming to the Labyrinth is genuinely a blast.
I pulled myself together and headed to the next spot.
But I couldn't hide the grin on my lips.
When does a woman's sexual desire peak?
Why bother saying it—puberty hits, and it's lifelong.
Individuals vary, but most women have insane libidos.
Now, what if it's an elf who's suppressed that lust for ages with work?
The result is this.
-Pukjjeok♥ Pukjjeok♥ Pukjjeok♥ Pukjjeok♥ Pukjjeok♥
"Huaaang♥ Ryu-o-nim♥ Ryu-o-nim♥"
One elf who'd stockpiled lust like explosives for years here was now blazing up after meeting the catalyst named Ryu-o.
The trigger? A while back, doing naughty things with Ryu-o's clothes cleared her head and eased some fatigue, right?
But that was like a thirsty man slitting his belly to drink his own blood.
Immediate relief for the lust, but the aching heart wouldn't settle.
That vicious cycle repeated, and Silvia gained one more trait.
Following 'Half-Elf', 'Workaholic', 'Smoker', 'Old Maid' came 'Masturbation Addict'.
Now she was a pitiful elf clutching Ryu-o's clothes—saturated with her own scent—and soothing her desperate parts.
Today of all days, she really tried not to, but while prepping to pick up Ryu-o...
-Chuuk chuuk! Jjibop jjibop jjibop♥
This happened.
Silvia mashing her squishy bits like mad.
Foamy white lube spread wide.
"Ryu-o-nim♥ Right there feels so gooood♥ Huuung♥!!♥♥!! Uml uml..."
Silvia soaking Ryu-o's clothes in her mouth.
Sucking the damp fabric made it feel like Ryu-o's taste filled her mouth.
By the way, she bought the same size, sent the new ones to the Duchy.
Anyway, while going at it hard, Silvia soon...
-Umjil! Kkwaaaak! Pusit!
"Haa-eua...♥"
Felt deep satisfaction and slumped limp.
... Total perv, no two ways about it.
Post-nut clarity hit, and Silvia blankly stared at the ceiling.
"I'm... seriously crazy..."
She thought about quitting every day, but the itch was unbearable now.
Still, this emergency measure was better than nothing.
Silvia eyed the two Banshee's Cloaks with slightly calmer eyes.
'............. Just take one.'
As the naughty thought crossed her mind, a signal blared from her Adventurer's Badge.
-Bbibi bbibi bbibi
"Hik! S-sorry! Ah, phew..."
Seeing Ryu-o's signal, Silvia wiped her puffy hands roughly and threw on the cloak.
This time grabbing an extra cloak, Silvia headed out.