Trapped in a gacha game, I will steal all the heroines.

The Sakura sword features a black handle with a smooth texture and brown details. The details are precisely carved, creating a pattern of lines that extend along the handle.

The blade of the sword is as impressive as its handle, with a mesmerizing silver shine and a notable dark pink hue. The smooth and sharp surface is the result of skillful and precise forging technique, making it a reliable weapon in combat.

' And this is just one failure  ' I thought, looking at the center of the place that would be in complete darkness, except for where the sword would be, which was now under a strong red light delicately spreading around it.

"What are you doing? Come down here with the weapon I told you, Freytan."

Smiling, I walked towards the sword, expecting a monster to appear as the final challenge. However, in this game, that doesn't exist because it's completely pay-to-win. That means only by having the character for whom the weapon was made, one can participate in this secret event that was added to the game to stand out from the others. That's what they said, but we all know the real reason.

"In this case, to avoid the hassle of searching for weapon fragments, all you need to do is have the original character and find the location of the weapon."

"What is he talking about? I can't see anything from here."

Freytan jumped into the room and started walking towards me, catching a glimpse of the sword.

"It truly is a beautiful sword, but what makes you think it... Huh?" She stopped talking, her gaze completely captivated by the color of the blade.

"What were you saying?"

I wish I could see this, as this scene is exclusive to the player who is using the required character for completion.

The scene in question is simple but impactful if it's your first time seeing it.

It's the illusion of a huge beast without a fixed form, with a body made of something resembling smoke, and a pair of eyes that allow you to see the emptiness of space, a distant and tireless place.

While Freytan touched the sword's handle, she saw a future version of it, completely bare, with her eyes containing a sea-green pentagon. But what caught her attention the most were the wings, three times larger than those of a dragon, divided into two colors: white and black.

While Freytan experienced the illusion of the future, she had already picked up the sword from the ground and now held it motionless with dull eyes.

I placed my hand on my neck, closed my eyes, and activated the Divine Hand. The golden energy covered my eyes.

"Now it's time to find the real failure ."

As I walked with my hand on my neck, I could see through the darkness the thousands of embedded and scattered swords all over the floor. But that was just a design detail to gradually teach the player the ways to use the Divine Hand, which, for some reason, was created with a focus on support. What a shitty idea they had.

Finally, as I walked, I found it. This was one of the things that had the most theories involving a certain character who will still appear: a completely deformed and embedded sword emerging from a small crack in the wall. This was failure  number 9178.

"The books, the failure, and finally that person," I murmured.

After storing the failure in my bag without removing my hand from my neck, after a few seconds, an immense pressure that should have been impossible to feel started coursing through my body. Freytan would soon come to her senses.

"Did I rush things too much?" I wondered, being just a few meters away from Freytan, looking at her hand with some slowly appearing purple scars.

If we thought it through, the two of us should have already separated if we followed the script exactly and went straight to the next town.

Before I could continue thinking about what to do, Freytan released the sword, which plunged into the ground, as she fell to her knees, sweating and panting. She looked at me and asked:

"Who the hell are you?"

Extending my hand to her with a genuine smile on my face, I replied:

"I've already told you once, I'm just a simple master of a small guild."

"Improve your lies, you need to," she said, and then she fell into a semi-conscious state, exhaustion overtaking her body.

"Sleep well."

Holding the Sakura sword, which resisted my touch.

"You grumpy sword, I'm helping you, so stop it now."

Despite activating the Divine Hand, her efforts to repel him intensified but to her deep connection to Freytan and the powerful boost of their tripled friendship. as time went on, her demeanor gradually transformed, and she ultimately shed her rude behavior.

"How can even a sword be so annoying?"

Taking Freytan's right hand, I placed the handle in her hand, which, even in her current state, closed her hand tightly enough to crush a stone. At that moment, a chill ran down my spine.

"What danger..."

Before picking up Freytan and leaving the cave, I put my hand on my neck and took a final look around to see if there was anything else hidden. Unfortunately, there was nothing else.

Letting out a long sigh, I picked up Freytan and walked to the entrance of the room, then leaped to the upper floor.

Thus, hours passed, and now we were back at the guild, the safest place to let her rest. Since it's an initial area, the likelihood of another major problem occurring is very low for now, as it's a devastated city with no significance to the world.

"From here on, there's only one path to follow to continue the story. The next place I'm heading to is where that tyrannical duchess reigns."

I looked at Freytan and immediately thought of the duchess's daughter.

"The first heroine who had a banner and also the person who monopolized Freytan, keeping her off-screen until Chapter 5."

I smiled, thinking about this interesting encounter and the direction the story would take now. Since I sped up Freytan's progress, there's no reason for her to bow down to the duchess and her daughter.

"While Freytan is still asleep, what should I do?"