He forced himself to steady his breathing, though the air in the dungeon was thin and stale.
If this was a world of power, acting blindly was a death sentence. Information came first. He pushed aside the panic rising in his throat and focused his mind, willing the floating system to reveal more than just a wheel of chance.
Status, he thought hard. Show me what I am.
STATUS WINDOW OPENED
A translucent panel unfolded before his eyes, separate from the Gacha interface. He scanned it rapidly.
> Name: Unknown (Unregistered)
> Race: Human (Reconstructed Body)
> Age: 19
> Level: 1
> HP: 120 / 120
> MP: 80 / 80
> Stamina: 100 / 100
>
His eyes darted down to the attributes. They seemed average, perhaps slightly above for a civilian, but nothing godlike.
> Strength: 10 | Agility: 11 | Endurance: 10 | Intelligence: 12
> Luck: ??? (Locked)
>
His eyes narrowed. Luck… locked? The voice had said luck was a form of power, yet his own stat was hidden from him.
He scrolled further.
> Innate Traits
> * Otherworlder: Immune to mental domination and fate-binding magic.
> * Gacha Authority (Unique): Allows summoning beyond world limits.
> * Hidden Slot (Unidentified): Conditions unknown.
>
> Restrictions
> * World Balance Seal: Active (Prevents excessive power leakage in early phase).
> * Summon Suppression: Only 1 pull available.
>
Another low rumble echoed through the dungeon, vibrating through the soles of his boots. It was louder this time. Closer.
He didn't have the luxury to analyze the "Hidden Slot" or wonder why the world wanted to balance him. He looked back at the massive, glowing wheel.
UNLIMITED GACHA SYSTEM
He raised his hand, his finger hovering over the center of the interface.
"Activate Gacha," he commanded, his voice raspy but firm.
The wheel began to spin.
It started slowly, the segments clicking past the marker. Then it accelerated, faster and faster, until the symbols for Items, Skills, and Characters blurred into a single, dizzying ring of multicolored light.
The dungeon shook violently. Dust rained from the ceiling, and the air grew heavy, charged with static electricity and something far more ancient.
WARNING: Probability anomaly detected.
World laws destabilizing…
The red warning flashed across his vision, but it was too late to stop.
The wheel slammed to a halt.
A single segment burned brighter than the rest, searing his retinas with its intensity.
RESULT: CHARACTER SUMMON
The space in front of him didn't just open; it shattered like glass.
Golden light poured out of the fracture, flooding the damp cave. Within the radiance, a silhouette took shape—humanoid, elegant, and imposing.
Long hair flowed around the figure like liquid moonlight suspended in gravity. Armor manifested from the light—pristine white and gold, etched with celestial runes that hummed with power. A massive greatsword materialized, resting point-down, its tip cracking the stone floor with the weight of a mountain.
The light faded, revealing her.
A woman stood before him. She slowly opened her eyes, and he found himself staring into orbs that glowed like fallen stars.
SUMMONED ENTITY
> Name: Seraphina Aurelion
> Race: Celestial Valkyrie(corrupted)
> Class: Divine Sword Empress
> Level: 9999
> Status: Sealed (99% power locked)
> Loyalty: Absolute (Contracted)
> Alignment: Lawful Neutral
> Threat Rating: (World-Class)
>
Immediate realization struck him. He hadn't just pulled a helper; he had pulled a calamity.
Seraphina dropped to one knee instantly, the movement fluid and graceful. The dungeon seemed to fall silent in her presence, even the dripping water pausing in reverence.
"I answer the call of fate," she said, her voice calm and melodious, yet carrying an undertone of terrifying strength. "Speak, Master. Your enemy is already condemned." At that exact moment, the tunnel ahead ceased to be empty.
From the shadows, a massive shape crawled into the dim light. It had burning red eyes and thick, chitinous armor that scraped against the walls. Acidic drool hissed as it hit the floor, dissolving the stone.
A Dungeon Predator.
Seraphina rose slowly, her hand resting casually on the hilt of her divine blade. She didn't look at the monster. She looked only at him, her expression serene, awaiting his permission to unleash hell.