Gacha Addict in a Matriarchal World

One must be cautious when triggering an unfamiliar event.

This is common knowledge for anyone who has played games, and advice pertinent to writers embarking on a new episode.

In games, you can simply save, and in novels, you can adjust the plot before writing, but…

What should one do in reality? I still don’t have the answer.

I came to take down the main body of the Lord of the Clock Castle, only to encounter six agile golems that resemble mechas from Earth. How do I process this…?

No matter how you look at it, they appear humanoid, and considering the characteristics of the 3rd Floor’s monsters, it’s easy to assume they’re mechanized lords.

But those are clearly unmanned. Which means, by the standards of the Pan Continent, they are indeed golems.

The problem was that everyone considered that golem as a Floor Guardian, and even the Labyrinth deemed it worthy of such a battle, granting rewards akin to a Floor Guardian subjugation request.

But now. Six of those Floor Guardians emerged.

A 6× boss battle event is just too much!!

If it were consecutive, maybe, but releasing them all at once? What is it thinking?

I shouted while brandishing my greatsword in panic.

“Miss Lydia! Benny!”

“Yeah. As promised, We’ll just watch from the back.”

“Pfft! What? If it seems really dangerous? If you shout, ‘Save me, Benny sis~’, I might be able to help?”

“No, is this the time for that?! I’m just asking for some help here?!”

Even as I let out a scream that wasn’t quite a scream, the golems of the Lord of the Clock Castle slowly took their stances.

Having been stuck for so long, they harshly released steam as if to shake off their stiffness.

Screeech-!

The thick smell of oil, noticeable even from a fair distance.

My vision was blurry, and the creaking sound of gears turning was heard rhythmically, but my senses, heightened from exploring the Labyrinth, demanded that I leave this place immediately.

Well, it’s only natural. Normally, even one Floor Guardian would require a group raid, but now six of them have appeared at once.

No matter how strong I’ve become with gacha and the Goddess’s favor, danger is still danger.

However, Lydia and Benny remained calm. I know why. For them, this sudden situation is a controllable variable.

No matter how many Floor Guardians there are on the 3rd Floor, for those who were active on the front lines, it’s not a significant variable.

In the end, I had only two choices.

Acknowledging my limitations quietly and accepting help from Lydia and Benny.

Or risking my life and trying something on my own.

It’s an obvious choice without room for hesitation. Gripping the greatsword with both hands, I had used up a bit of aura on the way here, but there’s still plenty left.

I shouted, igniting it intensely as if I were going to burn it all at once.

“COME AT ME!”

If it gets truly dangerous, Lydia and Benny will step in anyway.

With that trust in mind, I pushed off the ground in a low stance.

Tadat!

Charging straight with the greatsword held parallel to the ground.

With the Minotauros Greatsword so large, and my body small, it gives the impression of a lancer charging. It’s actually derived from that concept.

The golem closest to me, my target, slowly raises its hands.

As if it’s trying to catch and stop me with its hands.

“Try it if you can!”

Shouting that, I pour all the doping I can use.

The Boots of Haste, the Dormant Explosion that ignites my aura, the Sanctuary unfolding around the Goddess Statue in my arms.

In an instant, the world slows down, and my perception expands wildly. No, to be precise, my senses have expanded, and my speed has increased.

Soon, aura bursts forth with a fierce momentum as if it will set the world on fire.

My aura, still without conviction, is like a colorless haze, but naturally, divine power mixes in, and the power of the Sanctuary is added, transforming it into a white flame.

Thus, the moment the white flame engulfs my entire body.

Acceleration is added to a degree that’s hard to follow even with my expanded senses.

Fwoosh!

For a moment, I was amazed by the propulsion that exceeded the creator’s expectations. Upon acquiring Yuren’s Swordsmanship, I realized that my basic physical stats had changed, and so had the efficiency of buffs.

And before I could fully process these thoughts, the greatsword reached the golem it was aimed at even faster.

Kwachik!

With sharp blade-like fingers and thick palms. It seemed like it was trying to block and snatch my greatsword with both hands…but in the end, its arm was pierced by the greatsword.

From behind the golem, something like wings made of gears unfolded, emitting thick steam.

Thus, unable to withstand the impact, the body that was pushed back barely managed to stop, and its head stared blankly in this direction.

Although it was a smooth iron plate without a single pupil, somehow, the feelings of disbelief and shock seemed to be conveyed.

With a sly grin, I raised one hand, aiming at the creature’s face.

“What are you looking at.”

And then, the following consecutive crossbow shots.

Shoo. Shoo shook.

Three arrows fired simultaneously, precisely flying towards the creature’s eyes…or what I presumed to be its eyes.

There’s no person inside, but since it fights by synchronizing with direct sensations, there should be a reaction.

Indeed, taking advantage of the momentary flinch of the golem, I roughly yanked out the greatsword that pierced its arm sideways.

Crunch!

The solid alloy crumpled like paper, unable to withstand the divine power and aura.

To think there’s such a difference just because the basic specs have changed.

I’ve gotten a lot stronger lately, but perhaps it’s because it’s the first time I’ve had this level of power. An involuntarily trembling voice of excitement slipped out.

“Tear, and kill…!”

I may not have a ridiculously large gun, but don’t I have a ridiculously large greatsword.

With a strong footing on the ground, I twisted my waist. At the same time, I unleashed the aura gathered in the greatsword.

Boom!

The greatsword swung again with a loud bang, smashing the golem diagonally from its shoulder.

It wasn’t completely destroyed yet, so I struck its head once more.

Crash!

This time, the golem fell without mercy.

Just like with Minotauros. I attacked before it could fully regain its senses, relying on the momentary doping strength…the power to tear a Floor Guardian apart in an instant.

Shivering at my own strength, I pointed the greatsword towards where the remaining golems were.

“Who’s next…?”

There, the variety of armed golems were already fully prepared for battle.

Some individuals have clad themselves in armor three times thicker by combining with external gears.

An individual holding a sword and shield with rapidly rotating gears, adopting a low stance.

An individual who seems to have given their armor to the burly one, exposing its internal mechanisms, but has poured all remaining parts into a massive mechanical wing and an absurdly long spear.

An individual creating a gun-like weapon by tearing off its wings and combining them with their weapon, aiming it.

And even an individual who has transformed into a quadrupedal beast.

Just at a glance, I realized I was up against a team composed of a tank, a damage tank, a damage dealer, a ranged damage dealer, and a madman.

No matter how much I’ve been enhanced beyond previous limits, it’s absolutely impossible to take on all of them.

The aura and divine power that had seemed so reliable until just now began to look powerless.

No, I’m supposed to raid the boss, not the boss raiding me.

I stretched out my empty hands awkwardly.

“Wait, time out!”

The five golems, pausing, tilted their heads in unison as if saying, ‘Let’s see what you have to say’.

I gulped and looked toward the tank on the platform.

The Lord of the Clock Castle floating inside still had its eyes closed, completely motionless. But judging by the slightly protruding chest from the round body, it was definitely a woman.

After taking a deep breath, I summoned all the beauty power I had.

Right. In a reverse world, don’t male adventurers have two lives?

Fragrant Scent, Moist Skin, Shining Eyes, Alluring Wink. And finally, the Avatar of Love.

Combining all of that, I concoct a once-in-a-lifetime temptation based on my memories from Earth and experiences on the Continent.

“Hey…how about we call it a draw and do something good instead…?”

Bang!

A small cogwheel was shot from the guy holding something resembling a gun. From the blow that brushed past my ear, I could feel the unspoken resolve of those who couldn’t speak.

As if telling me to stop fooling around and come in.

“Your mother.”

With a deep sigh, I gripped the Minotauros Greatsword in one hand and the Unicorn Dagger in the other and shouted.

“Alright, you fucking bitches! Let’s see what you’ve got!!”

Was it because of all the buffs? Or just the thrill of battle? Maybe it was the anger at this unreasonable situation.

I flinched for a moment even after spitting out words that came out rougher than I imagined.

“Hmph…”

A little distance away, Benny, blushing, was twisting her body.

“Hey, Lydia. Wasn’t Jonah super charismatic just now?”

“……”

“Wh-what’s with that look as if you’re staring at a bug?!”

For some reason, Benny was captivated, while Lydia looked at her with disdain, leaving me exhausted in a different sense.

Stop with the interruption.