Ats tossed 10 Standard Tickets into the air, and the results appeared before him:

  [You have obtained 6 Rank-B items and 4 Rank-A items!]

  The troops erupted into cheers. But none were louder than Baldric, whose booming voice carried above the rest.

  “FIRE!!!” he roared, his voice shaking the very structure around them.

  “HAHA! Sorry, I got too excited!” Baldric added.

  Ats chuckled, feeling the energy of the moment.

  What a great pull to start the night! Four Rank-A items in a sich.

  “Let’s make these items incredible and powerful,” Ats said.

  [You have received Rank-A Item: Rally Horn]

  The first ticket revealed a glowing rally horn, crafted from polished ivory and gold. Inid with small gemstohat sparkled faintly uhe light.

  [Temporarily increases allies’ movement speed and critical ce.]

  “What is that, My Lord?!” the troops shouted in curiosity

  Ats lifted the Rally Horn to his lips and gave it a try. The sound was both melodious and powerful, resonating in a way that seemed to shake their very cores. Hearts raced, pulses quied, and everyo an immediate surge of energy.

  The troops were stunned. Some instinctively jumped in pce, while others dashed around the area, marveling at the sensation.

  “Yuhu! This is so cool!” one shouted.

  “Yeah, I feel lighter all of a sudden!”

  Ats grinned, l the horn. “This item temporarily increases movement speed and critical ce. It’s the perfect boost for bat. One of the best tools we could have gotten.”

  The troops erupted into cheers once more.

  “FIRE!” they shouted in unison.

  [You have received 10 Rank-A Items: Battle Fog Grenades]

  A series of small drical items materialized in the air before them.

  [Creates a smokes that increases ally evasion.]

  “Grenades?” Ats muttered, exhaling deeply.

  It wasn’t that he disliked the item—far from it. He khese grenades could be incredibly impactful in battle. But part of him had been hoping for something more extraordinary and perma. Another character to bolster his roster, or maybe a high-grade on, would have felt more thrilling.

  Still, he quickly expihe greo the troops, and then stored them in his iory.

  , two more.

  Another small item appeared, floating mid-air before Ats grabbed it.

  [You have received Rank-A Item: Iron Will Amulet]

  [Prevents mental attacks for 5 minutes.]

  Ats examihe amulet— fed from dark iron, shaped into a shield-like design with glowing red and gold ats. At its ter, a gemstone pulses faintly,

  Oh, really...

  He sighed, though irely disappointed. Prevential attacks for five minutes was undeniably useful, especially against enemies who relied on mind trol or fear tactics.

  “This one’s solid,” he muttered to himself. “Not fshy, but it could be a lifesaver if we run into a strong enemy with mental attacks.”

  Ats stored the amulet in his iory.

  “, give me something amazing this time.”

  Ats opehe icket, and a few scrolls materialized, floating in front of him.

  Skill scrolls? he thought for a moment. But no—there were ten of them. Could it be?

  [You have received 10 Rank-A Items: Experience Scrolls]

  [Effect: Double experience gain for 1 hour.]

  Ats blinked, holding back a mix of amusement and disappoi.

  Double experience for 10 hours total… Not bad? Really? No, this isn’t that great!

  Sure, it could save 10 hours of leveling time, and efficy was valuable. But was 10 hours of saved grinding truly worth a Rank-A pull?

  Well, no use pining.

  After all, he’d gotten these items for free. Still, a part of him couldn’t help but wonder if the earlier jackpot of four Rank-A items had somehow caused the quality of this pull to drop.

  At least give me a neoime. If not for me, then something useful for the troops.

  With that, he tucked the scrolls into his iory, trying to shake off his frustration and gear up for the pull.

  Ats tossed another 10 tickets into the air, his hopes high.

  , Rank-S!

  The light from the tickets faded, revealing the results:

  Brown. Brown. Brown. Brown. Brown.

  Man… seriously?

  Surely there had to be somethiraordinary in this pull, right?

  Brown. Brown. Brown.

  No? Seriously, no?

  Brown. Brown. Purple.

  “Only one Rank-A item,” Ats muttered, f a grin as he looked at his troops.

  Their expressions were a mix of empathy and disappoi, clearly sharing his pain.

  Wasting no time, Ats immediately opehe Rank-A ticket. A metallic shimmer appeared, f into two small, sleek blocks that floated in front of him.

  He grabbed them ahe description:

  [You have received 2 Rank-A Items: Ethereal Tent]

  [A magical shelter immuo weather and elemental hazards.]

  Tents? Really?

  Well, they were iing, a two of them. These would certainly e in handy someday—perhaps for dungeon exploration or survival in harsh enviros.

  But…

  Still! This wasn’t what he was hoping for!

  Ats shoved the tents into his iory with a sigh, trying to vince himself that they might be invaluable in the right situation.

  Ats g his troops. He had promised to do 30 pulls tonight, and there was no way he was bag down.

  He was so close to the guaranteed Rank-S pull—surely within the 10 or 20 pulls if luck favored him.

  Taking a deep breath, Ats tossed another 10 tickets into the air, silently praying for something worthwhile.

  The light flickered, and then the results appeared:

  [You have obtained 9 Rank-B items and 1 Rank-A item!]

  Fuc—!

  Ats swiftly opehe brown tickets without hesitation, leaving only the final, precious Rank-A ticket.

  He turo his troops with a resigned but determined grin.

  “Surely, this one’s going to be something incredible!” he said with a teasing tone.

  “What do you think it’ll be?” he asked pyfully.

  “A new cute elite subordinate!” someone shouted.

  “An unlimited food mae!” another chimed in, drawing ughter.

  “Spa facility!”

  Ats smirked, letting their enthusiasm fuel him as he reached for the ticket. He touched it, and it began to vibrate under his fiips.

  Then—

  A strange sound broke the moment. Croak, croak.

  The ticket seemed to... tear, as though bitten by something, ao the ground. From the spot where it nded, a green aura burst forth, f a radiant magic circle on the ground.

  Damn, this is it! This is it! A new summon!

  The air shimmered, and a translut figure began to materialize above the circle. It was undeniably the form of a new character, though still shaped entirely of energy.

  But as Ats watched, a sense of familiarity struck him. The shape, the aura—there was something about it that he reized.

  The troops noticed it too, their murmurs filling the space.

  “That!”

  “What’s the meaning of this?”

  “Could it be?”

  The figure solidified slightly, and unmistakable features began to emerge—a pair of rabbit ears.

  “Mira?!” someone shouted, breaking the silence.

  Everyone froze, staring in shock at the figure before them. Even Mira herself, standing among the troops, looked utterly bewildered.

  [You have received Rank-A Character: Mira Springfoot - Blossom Reaper]

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