"Those are terrible odds."
"Those are gacha odds, my boy. Besides." He waved his hand and the banner shifted, revealing silhouettes of items I couldn't quite see. "This banner was curated specifically for your build. Close-range fighter. High burst damage. Needs mobility solutions and defensive options against ranged opponents."
"So it's rigged."
"It's optimized. There's a difference."
Don't do it, Nel warned. He wants you desperate. Wants you gambling. That's when you make mistakes.
"Or," I said slowly. "That's when I pull something that makes Reyna regret challenging me."
Apollo's laugh filled the room like thunder wrapped in silk.
"Now you're speaking my language."
I thought about it.
Really thought about it.
The safe play meant grinding my way to marginal improvements.
The gacha meant chaos.
Potential.
The chance to pull something that turned Reyna's advantage into my weapon.
