If there was one thing Azel hated to the deepest pit of his heart — something that transcended frustration and veered straight into a kind of primal rage…
it was a Gacha wheel.
Years of gaming had taught him this one universal truth: nothing good ever came from trusting your luck.
He'd been through this dance before.
Hours of grinding for currency, the anticipation of finally earning that one big pull… only to get trash items over and over until his willpower cracked.
He still remembered the time he'd nearly smashed his old console into the floor out of sheer fury.
No matter what he did — different console, different account, it didn't matter.
It was always the same outcome: despair.
Azel scowled at the glowing wheel in front of him, the faint hum of its magic reminding him all too much of those cursed games.
He could handle literally anything the game world could throw at him, anything except for Gachas.
"Why do I even bother?" he muttered.
