[Successfully hunted Mikasa Ackerman, a significant supporting character in the Attack on Titan world. Dice rolls will be rewarded based on the situation. Congratulations, you have received three opportunities and your luck value has increased by 1.]
[Successfully hunted Levi Ackerman, a minor supporting character in the Attack on Titan world. Dice rolls will be rewarded based on the situation. Congratulations, you have received one opportunity.]
Standing on the broad branch of a massive tree, Lucien Graves opened his light screen. His brows furrowed as he read the description.
Killing Mikasa granted him three rolls and a +1 to luck, yet Levi only gave him one?
Lucien's expression twitched in disbelief.
A minor supporting character? Corporal Levi? Really?
"How does this useless Dice even calculate that? Screen time?" he muttered irritably. "Levi had plenty of that!"
But complaining was pointless. This wasn't the first—or even the tenth—time he'd been annoyed by this broken system. Even if he questioned it for eternity, the Dice wouldn't answer.
He sighed. "Forget it. Let's just roll."
The Dice spun wildly across the light screen. A model plane darted forward three squares before the dazzling light faded.
Lucien didn't use his luck value this time.
[One set of special effects golden armor.]
[Description: Entirely crafted from golden special effects. Wearing it automatically enhances the host's wise and mighty, commanding and handsome, ambitious and awe-inspiring demeanor.
Note: The golden armor is a special effect projection. It possesses no physical defense, temperature resistance, or any real ability. Can be equipped with one click.]
Lucien's blood stirred at the sight of the shining armor displayed on the screen.
Armor—just like a fine blade or a beautiful woman—naturally stirred a man's spirit.
"Equip."
A flash of golden light burst around him. A helmet, ear pendant, armguards, chest plate, goggles, and combat boots assembled in midair, locking into place as if alive. The metallic clashing echoed through the trees, stirring his pulse.
Lucien glanced down at himself. The fit was perfect.
Unfortunately, there was no mirror.
No weight. No sensation. No real texture—it truly was only a visual projection.
Still, as he walked a few steps along the branch, the clinking sound of metal filled the air, giving him an almost irresistible urge to charge into battle.
His entire demeanor shifted: calm yet mighty, regal yet fierce.
"Flashy… but useless," he said with a faint grin.
Even so, he couldn't deny it—it looked damn good.
On the surface, he was clad in a magnificent suit of golden armor. In reality, it was nothing but a virtual illusion. No protection, no durability, just pure style. Perfect for showing off.
He snapped his fingers, and the golden plates disassembled, vanishing back into the screen.
He could summon or dismiss it anytime he wished.
Not a bad start. A little disappointing, maybe—but it was a good sign.
He rolled again, choosing not to use his luck.
The plane model crossed five squares. When the light faded, a small device appeared before him.
[One portable all-in-one smart speaker.]
[Description: Can be implanted into the body for easy portability. Functions as both a microphone and amplifier. Can transmit any sound with 100% authenticity, without side effects.]
Lucien's expression darkened. "Seriously?"
A speaker? Without music? What was he supposed to do with that—announce his own death?
He sighed. "Two more chances."
The Dice rolled once again. The plane crossed two squares. This time, Lucien decided to use his luck value.
[One war BGM: Victory.]
[Description: Behind every successful man lies a theme that matches his spirit. The magnificent aura and passionate rhythm of 'Victory' evoke visions of grand battlefields even with eyes closed.
The melody is soaring, tragic, and inspiring, stirring the blood and igniting the will to fight.
Note: For 5 minutes and 20 seconds after activation, the strength of the user's side will double. Cooldown: 10 days.]
Lucien fell silent for several seconds. Slowly, a smirk tugged at his lips.
He remembered this music from his previous life. Victory—a theme so grand and stirring it could make even an ordinary man feel like a hero standing atop the world. Every beat carried power and defiance.
But what caught his attention most was that final line.
"Within 5 minutes and 20 seconds… strength doubles."
That was no ordinary buff. In a critical moment, it could mean the difference between life and death.
"Now that's more like it," Lucien murmured.
This was easily on par with techniques like Soru and Geppo—especially those precious five minutes and twenty seconds.
Maybe his luck wasn't useless after all.
A speaker, followed by a battle theme that required one? That couldn't be coincidence.
Golden armor, speaker, and war BGM… it almost felt like a complete set.
"One last roll," he said.
The Dice bounced and landed on six. A lucky number, usually.
The model plane crossed six squares. Light flared—and then Lucien's face turned from calm to horrified green in seconds.
[Constipation for 30 days.]
[Condition: Difficulty defecating for thirty days. Hard, scant stools. Untreatable.]
Lucien froze. Then his composure shattered completely.
"You've got to be kidding me!"
Slamming the light screen shut, he took a deep breath, face ashen.
So much for luck.
Meanwhile, far across the plains, the Armored Titan thundered forward, carrying Bertholdt and Eren as Armin, Zhou Wei, and the others trailed behind.
Armin's thoughts were consumed by the Female Titan from earlier. Every clue pointed to one conclusion—she wasn't Annie. And that terrified him.
Levi and Mikasa were nowhere to be seen, and that absence gnawed at him. The Female Titan's ability to conjure weapons out of thin air was still a mystery, one that left even the calm Armin uneasy.
Connie, Jean, and the others rode beside him, each equally tense.
"Strange…" Bertholdt muttered, standing atop the Armored Titan's shoulder. The soldiers behind could have caught up long ago—but they stayed back, watching, waiting. "They're planning something."
Levi and Mikasa's absence only fueled his doubts. Could the Female Titan truly be Annie?
Eren glared up, his hand still healing, hatred burning in his eyes. "You won't get away."
Boom. Boom.
The ground quaked. A thunder of footsteps echoed ahead.
"Not good!" Bertholdt shouted as he spotted a massive horde of Mindless Titans charging straight toward them. At their head rode Erwin and the remaining Survey Corps soldiers.
"Damn it! They're using the Titans to box us in!"
From above, it was clear—they were trapped, surrounded by enemies on both sides.
"Bertholdt," rumbled the Armored Titan, covering his companions and his own nape with a thick hand. "Hold tight. We can't stop here!"
If they halted now, they'd be torn apart by Titans and humans alike.
"All units, charge!"
Erwin's voice rang through the chaos. Blade raised high, he led the charge directly at the Armored Titan, never flinching.
Behind him, the Titans roared as they collided with the towering armored figure.
The battlefield erupted into chaos as the Armored Titan barreled forward like a train, scattering and crushing everything in his path.