I Became the Tyrant of a Defense Game Chapter 25: [Side Story] Opening boxes

The stage reward boxes were arrayed before .

Two R-grade boxes, and three N-grade boxes.

Last ti, all I got was a peculiar necklace from the EX-grade box.

I touched my neck. The necklace Id acquired then was dangling there.

What was it again? They ntioned it would be useful as the story unfolded.

I wonder what kind of remarkable function it conceals...

But for now, I craved sothing that could lend imdiate help. Itd be ideal if it could be utilized effectively in the upcoming stage.

Firstly, I placed the three N-grade boxes on the bed.

The stage reward boxes typically contained consumable items and crafting materials, and occasionally a complete set of equipnt.

However, even when complete gear was included, it was usually of a lower tier. In the case of N-grade boxes, 99 percent of the ti, they held N-grade equipnt.

But theres still a non-zero chance, right?

Could it possibly yield an SSR-grade piece of equipnt?

I hastily opened the three N-grade boxes.

"Did any complete gear drop?!"

A blinding light spilled from the opened box. Just from the emitted radiance, you could roughly estimate the item grade. What was the hue!

Gray!

Gray.

And gray it was....

All three were gray. All three were N-grade items.

"Tch..."

Well, what more could I expect from N-grade boxes?

I grumbled as I examined the contents. Lets see.

[Rewards]

- High-level Stamina Potion

- High-level Stamina Potion

- Ice Enchant Scroll

Soway, all three were consumables. It wouldve been better if at least so crafting materials had dropped. Theyd have co in handy while manufacturing sothing.

But these items are still quite useful.

High-level potions had a significantly superior restorative effect compared to regular ones. Stockpiling them for ergencies proved rather beneficial.

Enchant scrolls were also practical items. Once activated, they endowed an attribute to your weapon for that particular stage.

If I were to apply it to sothing like Damiens crossbow... the effects would be phenonal.

Ill hold on to these.

Next, I shifted my focus to the two R-grade boxes. I decided to open them one after the other.

Firstly, I cracked open the initial box.

"Did any complete gear drop?!"

Flash!

A blue radiance seeped from the opened box.

Ah, its an R-grade item!

[Standard Advanced Magic Core(R)]

"Its a crafting item..."

Though my enthusiasm had dwindled, the Magic Core was still one of the rarest items among the materials.

Magic Cores were a crucial component in high-level gear, typically employed in the construction of high-grade weaponry or the forging of artifacts.

Ive already gathered three Magic Cores.

I scrutinized my inventory.

One Black Spider Queen Magic Core(SSR) obtained from the tutorial stage.

One Phantom Knight Magic Core(SR) obtained from todays stage 1.

And this Standard Advanced Magic Core(R).

Itll be useful when I begin crafting earnestly...

I pocketed it, then picked up the last R-grade box. Without any grand expectations, I unlatched the box.

Thud!

Imdiately afterwards, a dazzling golden light erupted from the opened box.

"Huh?"

My eyes widened in shock.

Gold here? An SSR grade materializing?! Am I seeing things because Im intoxicated?!

Boom boom boom-!

A triumphant fanfare followed, and a glove erged from the box, radiating a dazzling golden light. It was a black leather glove adorned with a tal emblem.

"Holy shit!"

Taken aback, I leapt from the bed.

An SSR grade, and a complete set, at that?!

Startled, I quickly scooped up the gloves with both hands and inspected their details and attributes. What?!

[Lucky Strike (SSR) Lv.7]

- Category: Combat Gloves

- Attack Power: 0~777

- Durability: 7/7

- All probability determinations get a 1% bonus.

"Todays a lucky day." - A Gambler

"No, you gotta be fucking joking!"

I slamd the gloves onto the ground.

Of all things! Of all the distinct weapons in the SSR grade!

"So its the Lucky Strike, the prank item!"

This flashy glove has a straightforward effect, true to its stats.

Indeed. If youre fortunate, you hit the damage jackpot and can fell a boss in a single blow, but if youre unlucky, you register a big, fat zero.

The combatant class is already a gamble with its fundantal skills, and if you equip this weapon, you transform into a living, breathing wheel of fortune.

It might make for an amusing spectacle during broadcasts, but the character who sports it often ets their end during battles.

Because the so-called probability bonus frequently results in minimal damage and consequent death.

"Where am I supposed to use this piece of shit?!"

I choked back tears of frustration.

Theres no combat hero, but this weapon is, to begin with, for amusent. Its worthless in actual battles!

I cant discard it, either. And who to give it to...

After so deliberation, I donned the gloves.

Theyre better than the flashy black decorations I was wearing anyway. Or so I thought.

Clank!

I clenched my gloved hands. They felt extrely comfortable. The SSR grade item had its rits.

"Ah, well... whatever it is, it is..."

Theres no opportunity for to wield a weapon on the frontline. Im virtually combat-shy.

If sothing occurs, I can hope for a jackpot. Lets be optimistic.

"...Fuck."

How can I stay positive! Ahhhh! I yanked at my hair in exasperation.

There are so many superior SSR equipnt items. Theres Tear of the Seraph, Life Eater, Heavens Sign.

If only they had materialized, the ga would have been a breeze.

Why! Of all things! Lucky Strike!

So, having scored the golden item, I was so disheartened that I grumbled until dawn before finally succumbing to sleep.

***

The following day.

"Oh, my head..."

I woke up nursing a hangover, and it was already noonti.

When I sluggishly erged from my room, all the servants toiling in the mansion bore the dark circles of sleep deprivation. They all seed to be nursing hangovers too.

"Your Majesty, have you stirred from slumber?"

Lucas, positioned at my chamber door, welcod with a haggard expression.

He seed fairly hungover, his usually immaculate blonde hair looking noticeably disordered.

"Are you recovering? You should have rested until daylight."

"As your knight, charged with your safeguarding, how could I do such a thing?"

Imdiately afterward, Lucas covered his mouth, stifling a retching noise.

"But... I am... sowhat spent..."

"If you admit to that, it must be truly challenging..."

I wondered if there was anything that could ease a hangover.

"Good day to you both!"

Aider erged in the corridor, always so full of vim and vigor. Why?

On Aiders tray were two cups, steam curling upward from them.

"Here, this is hot honey water. Have a sip, each of you!"

Aider handed us each a cup. Such a considerate gesture.

Drinking the warm honey water, I felt so relief. Ah, I believe Ill survive.

Lucas and I drained our cups and handed them back to Aider, who grinned subtly.

"Youre likely weary from the battle and suffering a hangover. It might be wise to rest today, dont you agree?"

"Can we afford to? We must ready ourselves for the next stage."

I slapped my still half-awake face with my hand, rousing myself further.

"Aider, whats the status of the magic stones we collected yesterday? Can we convert them to currency?"

"Theyre prepared for sale. However, they might not fetch as much as the Black Spider Legion magic stones did."

There would be a variance in the quality of the magic stones, and the rchants demand might have waned after our previous large influx. It was unavoidable.

"Oversee the sale. Get us the best deal."

"Leave it to !"

"Good. Lets handle the magic stones that way... Lucas, Aider, accompany . Weve work to do."

I ushered Lucas and Aider out of the mansion. Our first destination was the towns blacksmith.

As we approached the blacksmith, we could observe them busily pounding on iron and honing blades.

A discreet system window surfaced at the entrance.

[Facility - Blacksmith Lv.3]

The towns facility level could advance from 1 to 10. With each level increase, various benefits beco accessible.

At the blacksmith, the array of equipnt that can be created expands as the level climbs, and the chance of generating high-grade equipnt increases.

At level 3, all fundantal functions are unlocked.

I need to invest so funds here as well...

Even though Id been spending money liberally after earning so in the tutorial, there were endless outlets for it. I needed to devise a systematic financial strategy.

"Welco, Your Majesty!"

The head blacksmith darted out. Without any unnecessary pleasantries, I spoke.

"I wish to commission the crafting of equipnt."

There was a heap of items to be made, but I chose to order the most urgently needed one first.

"We were concerned you might have forgotten about us, as weve only been working on fixing the walls and defensive weapons of late."

As I ntioned crafting equipnt, the Guild Masters eyes sparkled with anticipation.

"Ill strive for excellence. What type of equipnt are you seeking?"

"Armor."

I presented the Phantom Knights Magic Core that Id procured in the last stage.

"Use this as the core for the equipnt, and use the finest materials I possess."

Needless to say, this armor was destined for Lucas.

Lucas would persist as an SSR-grade Knight on the frontlines.

I needed to outfit him with the most robust armor feasible to send him forth with a sense of reassurance.

The Phantom Knight was the Legion Commander of the Living Armor Legion, and equipnt crafted from his magic core naturally ca with durability and stamina bonuses. It would make a suitable foundation.

"This is... a precious material."

The blacksmith, holding the magic core, swallowed audibly.

"This is the first piece of equipnt Im entrusting to you. I have lofty expectations."

"We wont let you down."

"Excellent, Lucas? Go and get your asurents taken."

In the ga, once equipnt was crafted, anyone could wear it. But this was raw reality.

The armor needed to be tailored to Lucass physique.

Lucas, whod stepped into the smithy to get asured, returned with a radiant smile.

"Whats behind that grin?"

"Im thrilled. Youre gifting armor, arent you?"

"Im presenting it to you because Ill be dispatching you to even more perilous locales, you know?"

"You trust enough to assign more tasks in the future, right?"

Was this lad always this adept with words?

Shaking my head, I departed the smithy.

"Next, well inspect the wall."

Together, we steered towards the southern wall.

"Wow."

I involuntarily emitted a sound as soon as we reached the wall.

The Phantom Knights enormous black sword was still lodged in the wall.

The wall had uniformly crumbled around the point where the sword was embedded. The tal plates were fractured, the bricks had liquefied, or disintegrated into dust.

"At this rate, we wont even keep out wild beasts, let alone monsters... How long do you estimate the repairs will take?"

I asked the Stonemason Guild Master, who was assessing repair expenses from the top of the wall. The Guild Master shook his head.

"The damage is too extensive. To fully repair it, it will take over two weeks."

"Over two weeks?"

"Thats rely for repairs. Removing that sword is a substantial task in itself..."

The Stonemason Guild Masters voice trailed off.

"Damn."

I briefly clicked my tongue.

In other words, it was uncertain how many days it would take to extract the sword, and only after that it would take two weeks for repair.

I sighed and opened the stage information window. The start ti of the next stage was already listed.

[STAGE 2]

- Ti until start: 9 days 20 hours

Not enough.

Theres not enough ti.

I felt a headache looming and smacked my forehead.

How should I address this?