Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

In one of the hotels of the Serene Palace Merchant guild, Simon sat cross-legged on his bed, his hand sweeping through the thin film of window in front of him. Items such as boots, canes, wrist guards and rotten sandwiches littered the space around him.

What was he doing? Currently, he was using his steadily increasing DP to get something out of the [Ga??????] (Previously [Gacha]). Everything that was littering the room presently, was something that came out of the option.

After his dungeon started getting a steady income of DP, Simon had made a habit of using [Ga??????] every day. However, getting a good item from the option was so astronomically low that the [B] rank Bloodthorn Demonic Warhorse was still the best he got out of it till now.

It would be a lie if he said that he was not frustrated but he had no one to blame for this other than himself; after all, he was the one who had put the probability so low. Though, at that time he had no way of knowing that he would reincarnate with the system that he had created.

By now, he had used the [100,000 DP] option more than ten times and the highest rank items he got were still the [C] ranks. So why was he still using [Ga?????] and drawing items from the option?

The reason was simple, Simon who had survived the extremely dangerous lands of Ghastly winding forest, knew how important it was to have lifesaving items and trump cards. If he could draw something useful from the [Ga??????], he would have another card in his arsenal that he could use during dire times.

Especially now when he was in a foreign land where his strength and the things he had was the only thing he could rely on. He couldn't be blamed for wanting to have a few additional cards up his sleeves.

Simon had a belly full of anger at the things he was drawing out. And after using the [100,000 DP] another ten times, he was just about to give up when the option lit up with a brilliant golden light.

The light coming out of the window was so piercing that it brightened the entire room and forced Simon to cover his eyes. His heart nonetheless, was pounding furiously in anticipation of the thing that was about to come out.

The phenomenon was different than when he had summoned the Bloodthorn Demonic Warhorse, a [B] rank subordinate. The light this time was not any weaker which naturally rose his expectation of the thing that was about to come up.

The golden light only settled after a few seconds passed thus allowing Simon to remove his hands covering his eyes. Suspended in the air, in front of his wide-open eyes and wildly pounding heart, was a row of golden stones the size of a fist.

Each of these stones, were engraved with a rune that looked extremely striking with the way it was carved. When using [Analysis], this was the result he got.

Golden Guardian Stone, [B] tier. A protective stone that was crafted by a divine craftsman as a way to pass his time. Though the name of the craftsman is lost in the annals of history, his creations still remained.

The Golden Guardian stones are forged after condensing every advance tier attribute of mana making it an incredible defensive artefact. Creates a golden shield around the person when shattered and protects them from every skill and magic under a certain level. Duration:- 1 second.

The stones were an incredible artefact with their protective ability to create a shield around the user. Although the description did not say how powerful of an attack the shield can take, seeing that the stones were analysed as [B] tier, they were definitely not an ordinary item.

With ten of these stones in his hands, Simon had an additional lifesaving card. The value of the Golden Guardian Stones, were well worth the 2,000,000 DP investment he had put into the option.

The gag and frustration of drawing boots and rotten sandwiches was long gone from his mind. If he had something to complain about, it would be that the stones were a single-use item and their duration was only 1 second.

However, he who was only drawing these garbage items before did not have the leeway to have such thoughts.

Knock..Knock…Knock… suddenly, his door was knocked and the excited figure of Adalinda rushed in slamming the door open even before he could open it. 'What is the point of even knocking if you were just going to break in?' he thought internally.

"Simon.. she is nearby, I used a special technique which showed me that she is in this city…" Adalinda elatedly said; however, her sentence was stopped short when she saw the messy room and the rotten smell drifting around his room.

"Geez, this room stinks… you better clean up before I come back again" she pinched her nose, threw her selfish words and darted off the room.

It was only now after Adalinda had made him aware that he became conscious of the smell that was currently occupying his room. He was so engrossed with the item that he had got from the [Ga??????] that he totally forgot about the heaps of stinking boots and rotten sandwiches.

Simon opened the windows to clear out the air and tidied his room. He gathered all of the boots and sandwiches in his space ring and decided to throw them when he went out. it would be too weird if he asked the staff to do it since h did not want to be subjected to their dubious and questioning eyes when they find all of this.

There was once a time when drawing this rotten sandwiches, he thought that they might have some special abilities hidden and used analysis on each and every one of them only to come out disappointed.

These were the gag items that his colleagues from his department had added onto the option to annoy the players a bit and make it so that one does not get a good item easily. But with a stroke of fate, he was the one who had ended up drawing the short end of the stick was him because of this system.

After stretching his body and looking at the bustling streets of the royal capital, Simon had an inexplicable feeling to roam the roads of the busy city.

In corner of the city, one could see multiple old compartments neatly lining up together. The building were not very tall and only three stories, their architecture was old and moss could be seen growing on the walls.

Clearly, this place was the residential area of the middle-class people. At this moment, a man wearing a grey robe that covered his figure from head to toe and a mask concealing his face, appeared on the empty street like a ghost.

The person looked around himself as if trying to see if they were being tracked before walking towards a dark alleyway. TAk… TAK… the sounds of footsteps rang out before the person stopped in front of a sewer hole, carefully opened the cover and jumped in.

Contrary to one's expectation, the sewer hole, was for reason kept quite clean and had not been in use for a while. The light inside was dim and as the person walked for a while, a wide space soon opened up.

"Eight… what took you so long?" A voice came from the other side of the place. The person in grey robes who was referred to as Eight, glanced at one of the many pillars of this place and spoke.

"Eleven… nothing specifically, I just finished my work and arrived. How about you, did you finish what you were told?" Eight asked. The pillar Eight was looking at, distorted a little before a person in an off white robe and wearing a mask, walked out.

Eleven took silent steps towards eight before laughing casually "Haha, who do you think I am, of course, I am done with the task on my end".

From his loud and husky voice, It could be ascertained that the other party was a man.

Eight nodded his head and inquired "Has that person arrived yet?".

Hearing Eight mention that person, the atmosphere around Eleven turned serious. He didn't speak anymore and simply beckoned Eight with his gesture to follow him. After crisscrossing through a long and complex route, the two stood in front of a large concrete door in the shape of a circle.

If one wanted to pass through, they had to push open the door themselves with their own strength. The concrete door or more exactly the cover was more than 3 meters in diameter and looked extremely heavy to move.

Nonetheless, Eight grabbed it with a single hand and slide it open as it was made of thermocol. Behind the door lay a large space big enough to be called a small stadium. The numerous pillar supporting the place, was each a meter thick and had fire torches on them to light the area.

The two of them immediately used their fire magic to light up those torches and illuminate this wide and dark area. After a few seconds when the entire space was finally lighted up a black figure that was currently leaning against a pillar came into view.

The distance and the light were not adequate enough to see the full figure of the person on the other side. However, it was not a problem for the two of them.

The being; yes, the being in front of them was not a human, it had two jagged horns, a pale white skin and glaring crimson eyes that were terrifying enough to even give them a sense of dread.