Gacha Addict in a Matriarchal World-Chapter 186: Intention (2)

Upon opening my eyes, I saw a familiar ceiling. Of course, it was my room at Fairy and Silver Coin.

Lydia and Benny probably moved me while I was unconscious.

“Ugh.”

When I tried to get up, I felt quite tired, but not to the point where I couldn’t move. There were no particular injuries either.

When I opened the door and stepped out, it was already deep into the night, quiet and dark.

It might be because Fairy and Silver Coin was preparing to close down and shut its doors early.

“Ellie…you.”

As I glanced toward Ellie’s room, it was dark without a single light seeping through the crack in the door.

Tiptoeing and quietly stepping outside, I felt the cool night breeze on my skin.

“Whew.”

Taking a deep breath, I could sense a faint adventurer’s scent in the refreshing air.

The acrid smell of monster blood clinging to the air, the stench of alcohol and vomit, the musty odor of homeless people and orphans wafting from somewhere in the back alleys.

Mix all that together, then dilute it with a lot of water, and that’s the kind of smell it is.

“Hmm. No matter when you see it, this place is really a shitty neighborhood.”

And that’s why it’s good. By modern standards, it’s a place you’d never want to live in, but that’s what makes it feel so distinctly like a fantasy.

I chuckled to myself and quietly looked up at the sky. The moon is hidden by clouds. What a mood breaker.

I was grumbling for no reason, but in truth, I hadn’t come out to suddenly get lost in sentiment by gazing at the moon.

The ground.

Doesn’t the power of the Seed of the Mountain Range enhance my recovery just by standing on the ground? It’s perfect for erasing the lingering aftereffects of the Dormant Explosion that even the Sanctuary couldn’t fully resolve.

Standing still, I repeatedly gazed at the cloud-covered dark night sky, the distant uproar of adventurers, and the contrasting quiet of my surroundings.

Perhaps because I just woke up, or maybe it’s the dawn, or possibly because we concluded the exploration of the 3rd Floor, but today I feel more sentimental than usual.

With my softened mind, a sudden thought occurred.

“Is it really okay to receive so many Powers?”

If I can complete the strategy up to the 12th Floor with how things are going now, by the time I face the Goddess of Love at the bottom of the Labyrinth, I would possess the Powers of the 12 Gods buried in the Labyrinth.

And what about the Powers obtained from the gacha?

I’ve already received plenty of the Goddess of Love’s Powers, and by the time the Labyrinth strategy is over, it will have increased even more.

The Powers of the Gods who died during the War of the Fallen Gods, which could not be buried in the Labyrinth, are flowing to me through gacha.

I have no idea where such Powers are obtained or how they are given to me… Honestly, at this point, I feel as if I’m following some kind of flow or intention.

Until now, I’ve been busy, with urgent tasks at hand, making it hard to find out anything, and even if I did, there was nothing I could do.

I have been avoiding deep thoughts by giving such reasons.

However, can thoughts be blocked just because you want to stop them?

Perhaps because my reason is blurred by drowsiness, or because the memories of Earth come to mind as strongly as I feel the reality of Pangrave…or perhaps because the words left to me by the God of Machinery come to mind.

The flow of thoughts that I had blocked so far begins to rush towards a certain point. Towards a conclusion I don’t even know.

“The time has come. I failed, what about you…was it.”

The words that followed were explanations about the Power and blessings for my future, so if you exclude those, the words the God of Machinery conveyed to me were just that.

In fact, I can roughly guess. It’s because unexpected things often happen in areas I haven’t set, but the things I have set are definitely adhered to.

And all my settings strictly followed the grammar of novelbuddys.

From the writer’s perspective, the meaning of that phrase is simple.

“It was already predetermined.”

My transmigration was predetermined. At least the Gods knew. If we stretch our imagination a bit, it might even have been a plan they all concocted together.

I had been harboring a suspicion, almost a certainty, that the Goddess of Love was behind my transmigration…

Perhaps it’s not just the Goddess of Love alone, but a collaboration of the other 12 Gods as well.

Well, since the 12 Gods are all buried peacefully in the Labyrinth, there’s no need to worry too much.

It’s truly surprising, but…I don’t miss the life on Earth in my previous life as much as I thought I would.

In possession or transmigration stories, don’t they always whine about missing Earth all the time?

In reality, if you’re forcibly dragged to a foreign place and suffering, that’s understandable. If you don’t miss it, you might as well be a natural-born slave.

However, my situation is a bit complicated. I fell into a world that I was creating but hadn’t finished, yet I had poured all my affection into it.

Moreover, while life on Earth wasn’t difficult, if you ask if I’m full of regrets, that’s not the case either.

The serialized story had already been neatly concluded, and I was preparing for the next work. As for family relations… Well, I think of them occasionally, but it’s not to the point where I desperately miss them.

Moreover, being a writer is fundamentally a profession where social skills are bound to be shattered.

Along with that, human relationships are also shattered, so there aren’t many people I miss, except for a few.

Perhaps it’s because my attachment to Pan Continent is greater than the lingering feelings I have left for Earth.

I don’t particularly insist on maintaining Earth’s values in my words and actions, nor do I have a strong desire to return.

I aim to adapt appropriately, live with a bit of charm, and honestly, I’d be fine not going back if it means enjoying wealth and glory in Pangrave.

So, the fact that my transmigration was intentional and that something is about to start according to the Gods’ plan doesn’t really matter.

“After all, the things I must do and want to do are already decided.”

No matter how terrifying the event that occurs, in the end, didn’t I decide to resolve it?

Therefore, there’s no reason to be scared by clichéd expressions hinting at past secrets and the beginning of something. There isn’t, but…

“The real issue is what comes next.”

I failed. What about you?

What is the failure of the God of Machinery? The answer is simple.

Isn’t it the failure to end the War of the Fallen Gods, despite treating not only himself but also his followers like parts and driving them hard?

Probably, this is the only failure he would admit to.

Then, why would he ask me what about you?

“From now on, such things will happen…”

Roughly speaking, it’s a prophecy that I’m going to be screwed.

In the midst of this, the Powers accumulating within me suddenly came to mind.

I set them myself, and I know from hearing about them here and there since I transmigrated.

The Powers of this era are extremely rare.

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In an era where all gods except one have met their demise, Powers cannot be common.

The Goddess of Love uses most of her strength to control the Labyrinth, so bestowing Powers is exceedingly rare.

Even with a lower probability, one may be lucky enough to explore the Labyrinth and have a Power bestowed upon them.

Among the countless people of Pangrave, there are barely a thousand who possess even the smallest of Powers.

But what about me?

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I’m already wielding 10 Powers alone. And there will be many more in the future.

Power is the strength of the Gods. And the original purpose of the Goddess of Love is to create a new god to replace herself.

When you think of it that way, doesn’t the final destination vaguely come into view?

It seems like the plan is to fill the status built up through exploring the Labyrinth with Powers gathered from here and there, to achieve something akin to divinity.

In that way, she would pass her burden on to someone qualified like me.

“…Well.”

So far, my settings have never been wrong. But anyway, since this place is reality, I do consider that it wouldn’t be strange for things to get twisted at any moment.

The appearance of the Goddess of Love that I see is too bright to be considered as someone who’s wishes to commit suicide, or should I say gloomy… Anyway, isn’t she full of desire?

And then there’s the future hardships hinted at by the God of Machinery.

I feel as if a huge intention, not my own, is pushing my back.

Why does that feel unpleasant, yet at the same time, a little thrilling?

Perhaps I consider myself the protagonist in this situation.

As soon as that thought reaches me, all my groaning stamina is restored.

I began to ascend to my room with much lighter footsteps.

Since there’s quite some time before sunrise, I should practice getting used to the newly acquired Argetlam this time.

Something is about to explode soon. I don’t know when or what event it will be, but there’s no harm in practicing in advance.

Even without using it, I can roughly gauge the enhancement range of Argetlam just by holding it, so there’s no need to blow up a wall like I did in the Labyrinth.

“Ugh, what should I test first?”

I went up to my room, making a mental list of various things.

…And then the next morning.

“Ly, Lydia has been dragged back to her homeland!”

“What?”

“Treason, they say! It’s probably a false charge!”

“…What?”

Lydia has disappeared.