"Oh my God..."
Before I realized it, Agnes, who had approached after putting away her aura blade, was just as shocked as I was.
It was understandable.
In front of , piles of gold coins were stacked up to the point that they looked like a small hill.
I picked up one of the rolling gold coins. It had a strange pattern embossed on it. [ ‘Demon Coin’
Currency used in the Demon Realm. It must be purified using purification skills before it can be used, or it will curse the user.]
Where did all this Demon Realm money co from?
The answer was found in a ssage left by Tesilid in his notebook. - The place I escaped from seems to be the ‘Pleasure Auction House.’
I was hiding at the ti, but I found a glowing map in my inventory. I followed the destination marked on it and found a room with a huge vault. I took as much gold as I could carry from there, but let know if it’s not enough.
By the way, the item I received as a reward for clearing the fifth trial was the ‘Secret Vault Map of the Auction House Owner.’
It seed that Tesilid had used the vault map after entering that dungeon by an incredible coincidence.
‘Good job, Terry! How did you know we needed money?’ [‘The Scales of Judging Souls’ congratulates Terry for making ends et through a side job.]
At this absurd situation, I was about to cheer out loud when a problem arose.
The next ssage from Tesilid, written as if after a ti delay, stopped my brain cold.
I’ve been put on the wanted list... What?
A wanted criminal?
The exit gate is completely sealed. Right now, I can’t handle Duke Gibrilte. This might be my last ssage to you...
The ssage cut off here. It was his final ssage.
"Yikes!"
I gasped with Agnes, both of us turning pale, making horrified sounds.
"Ahh! No, this can't be happening!"
Clearly, we were facing a life-threatening situation due to genre deviation penalties.
In this situation, the thod to save Tesilid was already decided.
I poured purification skills endlessly into the huge pile of Demon Realm gold coins and shouted.
"We need to donate quickly!"
Because we had to buy the genre-change ticket!
At that mont, Agnes sighed and spoke up.
"...Hmm."
"I’ll check. The purification is all done now."
I didn’t hesitate. I poured everything into the cash paynt page. The system handled all the calculations automatically. [ 26.7 billion cash paynt completed. Refunds are available within a week...]
"Whoa..."
It was a bigger amount than I had expected.
"267 million gold in continent currency."
It turned out that Duke Gibrilte was truly the embodint of greed, holding an enormous amount of liquid assets.
At this point, it was only right to offer a prayer of gratitude.
‘Thank you, Lord, for the vault map.’ [‘The Spirit That Builds Worlds’ smiles proudly, pleased with the gift.]
The cash I had accumulated was slightly over 5 billion. Together with the 267 million, that made over 30 billion in total.
I imdiately opened the cash shop.
It was finally ti to break the rule that had tornted for so long. [ ‘Genre Change Ticket’
The ultimate item that allows you to change the genre of the work you’re possessed in.
Note: The genre will be randomly selected from Fantasy, Romance, 19 Romance, GL/BL, etc.
Price: 10,000,000,000 cash]
Still, the price was outrageous for a random item. I stared at it as though it were my nesis.
[‘The Spirit That Builds Worlds’ encourages you not to worry and just avoid the BL genre.]
[‘The Scales of Judging Souls’ agrees that it’s necessary to avoid unwanted male characters clinging to the protagonist.]
[‘The Eyes That Observe All Chaos’ gleams with the idea of picking GL after removing the protagonist.]
[‘The Sharpened Critic’ calculates the odds of BL only showing up after your 3rd consecutive pull.]
[‘The Creator of Economic Systems’ is planning to release a gender-change ticket just in case.]
[‘The Architect of the Tower of Trials’ is intrigued by the minor genres.]
[‘The Seer Who Reveals Secrets’ watches closely, waiting for your 3rd consecutive draw results.]
As I was about to buy the genre-change ticket, the gods were so excited that their ssage window exploded.
Normally, I would’ve refrained from participating in such frivolous debates about BL or GL, wanting to focus on the task at hand.
But when it ca to the "three consecutive pulls," I couldn’t ignore it.
‘I don’t plan on pulling three tis. 10 billion cash. One shot, I’m done.’
With so confidence, I boldly declared my intentions. [‘The Eyes That Observe All Chaos’ lights up in curiosity.]
[‘The Scales of Judging Souls’ breathes heavily with anticipation.]
[‘The Creator of Economic Systems’ is deeply disappointed.]
[‘The Sharpened Critic’ is visibly saddened.]
[‘The Seer Who Reveals Secrets’ narrows their eyes.]
Today, I had an item I’d been saving up for.
It was the rainbow-colored potion I received as a sponsor at the church’s founding anniversary. I pulled it out of my inventory.
If you are reading this translation anywhere other than Novelight or SilkRoadTL, it has been stolen.
"It’s a luck potion."
"Yes."
To explain it more clearly, I shared the system’s emotional response with Agnes. [ ‘Life is a Gamble! The Gambler’s Luck Potion’
Major life decisions can sotis depend not only on skill but also on luck. Drinking this potion will temporarily raise your luck stat to its maximum value.
It can only be used once in a lifeti. Use with caution!
Note: The ‘Architect of the Tower of Trials’ rely lent their na; the true sponsor is a different god.]
The true sponsor of the potion was obvious.
Right after my bold declaration about the one-shot, besides the architect, there was only one god who remained calm.
‘Praise the Lord, Hallelujah. I believe in you, An.’ [‘The Spirit That Builds Worlds’ gives a thumbs-up.]
Now, the ti had co!
I took a deep breath, filling my chest and then releasing it in a strong exhale.
Then, I chugged down the luck potion in one go.
The mysterious taste swept from the tip of my tongue to the root and flowed down my throat.
"...Huh."
I didn’t feel any imdiate changes, but it must have looked different to those around .
"Perfect. We can take action now."
Right after I finished speaking, I suddenly felt my heart race and my breathing beco shallow.
I wondered if it was a side effect of the potion, but soon realized it was just my body’s natural reaction.
[‘The Scales of Judging Souls’ opens their eyes wide in excitent and anticipation.]
And finally.
Zzzzaaaaaarrrggg!
The sound of cash being deducted rang through my ears and my skull.
‘I... I bought it!’
The new system ssage window popped up before my eyes, and I couldn’t even blink. [ You are using the ‘Genre Change Ticket’. Do you wish to confirm the result?]
"Yes."
The extre tension made dizzy, but my response ca out calmly.
In that brief mont, I clasped my hands together and closed my eyes, praying earnestly.
Please. Please. Please.
Give romance.
Not just any romance, but a healthy and safe one.
I don’t want anything dark—no blood, kidnapping, imprisonnt, or hardcore cris.
‘How could I do that to Terry? Right?’ [‘The Scales of Judging Souls’ wonders why such roles are predetermined.]
[‘The Architect of the Tower of Trials’ suggests it’s because the protagonist usually ends up in that situation.]
[‘The Sharpened Critic’ agrees, nodding their head.]
While the gods casually chatted without any tension, I opened my eyes.
The result I got, using the once-in-a-lifeti luck potion, was...
[ Your genre is now ‘Fantasy Raid’]
"..."
My brain short-circuited for a mont.
It took a while, but I finally stuttered the result.
"Fantasy... raid?"
Only then did I realize the harsh reality that had befallen .
"What? Why...?"
Why this result? Where’s the romance? Why isn’t romance in the genre na?
"No! My romance! Give my romance!"
After spending 10 billion cash and the Gambler’s potion, this is what I get?
The shock was overwhelming, like the world was collapsing. My heart stopped, my breath caught, and my mind seed to shatter.
"...It’s no use, Agnes. I’m passing out now."
But just then...
Ding!
Unexpected and shocking ssages flooded the screen.
The ‘result announcent’ wasn’t the end. This was just the beginning.
The privilege for the transmigrator.
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