I Became a 6★ Gacha Character

A knight burst forth from the fortress gates through the thick gunsmoke and dust.

His grotesque black armor looked as if human muscles had been cast in steel, his black helmet adorned with deer antlers, not a speck of skin visible - only red eyes glowing in the darkness. He wielded an ashen greatsword as tall as a person and wore a tattered, billowing cape.

He looked exactly like what you'd find searching for "dark knight" or "death knight" online - the stereotypical appearance. Though he may have looked like generic game art, the dark aura enveloping his entire body proved he was indeed the floor 60 boss.

"Well now, I thought you'd hold back."

"For whose benefit?"

"What is the mean-"

The terrifying figure's greatsword targeted neither Irene's legion soldiers in holy armor nor the adventurers and mercenaries circling nearby.

Without hesitation, his greatsword plunged into the dark mage's back while my hammer, having rushed out like lightning, smashed into the dark mage's chest. Like being caught between hammer and anvil - or hammer and chisel - his heart was torn apart front and back. He crumbled without even leaving final words.

Even with my strength, I was still a tank - for the dark mage to die in one hit, that final technique he was preparing must have been some kind of self-destruct that consumed his health. Even considering the boss monster's strike, the mid-boss died too easily.

"...?"

A strange standoff began over the dark mage's corpse. The boss monster spouted nonsense about noticing and instincts during the brief moment the corpse crumbled into loot.

His words about noticing despite charging out openly made little sense. But watching the dark mage's body crumble into mana and transform into mana stones, staff, and various crystals clattering to the ground, something occurred to me.

What if instead of self-destruction, the dark mage was preparing for an execution event by an ally?

What if, like the Harpy Empress and underground monster event, this was the boss monster devouring the mid-boss to power up?

Dark purple crystals made from human lives, crystals with flames and frost swirling inside presumably containing alchemy, clear crystals likely used as catalysts. And among them, a large round crystal... no, a crystal heart.

Carved to look like a human heart in crystal form - anyone could tell this was the most important drop.

"Who wouldn't notice such an obvious charge?"

"Heh, I too lack confidence in schemes that are so transparent."

The red eyes glowing ominously inside his helmet fixed on the crystal heart, as did my gaze instinctively.

A test of strength began, using eye contact over the crystal heart as the signal.

With the dark mage's corpse between us gone, my warhammer and his greatsword clashed directly with an ominous screech. Though similar in size to me, his strength rivaled an ogre's.

Well, it would be strange if a floor 60 boss monster had weak strength just because they were humanoid. Thinking this, I gritted my teeth and planted my legs firmly to prevent him from reaching for the crystal heart.

Having rushed out hastily wielding my warhammer two-handed, I would have been pushed back pathetically if I'd tried using it one-handed to grab my shield.

"Good, excellent! Let's cast aside these worthless schemes and clash properly!"

Even my innate 6★ raw stats couldn't completely overwhelm a boss monster. Well, it would be too unfair to solo everything in an RPG meant for party play. As I considered this, dark energy began rising like mist from his body.

Unlike the mid-boss who continuously summoned and strengthened troops when given time, this one seemed to face enemies alone like a demon lord inside the fortress.

An opponent who relied purely on specs without any strange special patterns. Having to fight head-on without tricks made him a meat grinder to newbies, but at higher combat levels these straightforward types were easier to handle.

"It's been so long since anyone could withstand me head-on!"

"You're acting mighty proud for something born in the tower."

"Of course - I am the Demon Lord's sword, one of the Four Heavenly Kings leading the vanguard! I remember every battlefield I've experienced!"

-And with that unexpected revelation-

The camera rushed in to capture every detail at the mention of "Four Heavenly Kings."

"Oh, Four Heavenly Kings? ...Well, it's kind of cliche for a demon army, but I guess it fits. With one showing up on floor 60, that probably means one on each floor - 60, 70, 80, 90, then the Demon Lord on 100."

-Kugh, the one on floor 60 was the weakest of the Four Kings

-Since we got a knight-looking guy, probably get a sexy succubus, muscle head, and sketchy strategist next

-lol BB Games isn't a real game company if there's no sexy evil female leader in the Four Kings

-Four Kings lololol I mean it makes sense with a Demon Lord but coming out of nowhere like this lololol

Still, "Four Heavenly Kings" was an identity I never expected.

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This guy who proclaimed himself the Demon Lord's sword and vanguard commander was surprisingly talkative for someone whose dark armor suggested he'd just grunt "hmm" and "hm" while trying to be intimidating.

But we couldn't maintain this standoff forever. The chatty one twisted his wrist to deflect my warhammer with his greatsword.

However, it was just a downward strike from our locked weapons rather than a proper power attack. Thinking his strength and weight alone couldn't pierce my armor without proper form, I stepped forward and rammed him with my shoulder.

"Oh? You don't retreat? How brave."

"You sure talk a lot for how you look."

"Everything shared with a worthy warrior becomes my nourishment. Be it swordplay or conversation, all is welcome."

His greatsword, failing to break my pauldron, was driven into the ground and trampled under my feet.

His greatsword deflected but aimed for my chest, my deflected warhammer in turn.

Our weapons remained planted as we maintained this strange standoff. But Katie, not me or the Heavenly King, broke it by sneaking in.

He didn't seem to particularly want a 1-on-1 duel, showing no displeasure at Katie's approach. He kicked my abdomen to create distance and raised his greatsword... but Katie, who had nimbly reached the fortress, didn't draw her sword.

"What are you doing, wench?"

"Hanna said this was important, so I'll put it in our inventory!"

"Nice, Katie!"

While we pulled our planted weapons free at a distance, Katie slid in on a path of ice and snatched the dark mage's crystal heart. Han Se-ah must have put her up to it - with the camera on her back, she gracefully grabbed the heart and spun around to flee.

Maybe her northern background gave her skating talent. Even the harshest judges would give a perfect 10 to how she smoothly collected the loot and executed a 180-degree turn.

The Heavenly King raged incomprehensibly at the sight. His tattered cape billowed as if caught in a storm, dark energy streaming from it.

Being a battle junkie, he seemed furiously enraged at Katie turning tail to flee. When he gathered dark energy in his hands clearly preparing a ranged attack, I immediately charged forward.

'If I just slash straight-'

I summoned the holy sword as its cooldown finished, stepping forward.

They say historically, drawing techniques were the ultimate... no, were used for dishonorable ambushes, right? Though I had no scabbard and never learned iaijutsu, swinging from the hip like drawing a blade should count as something similar.

One step - my warhammer dissolving into holy energy, shield sensed in the distance.

Two steps - holy sword's hilt gripped firmly, divine energy surging.

Three steps - holy sword slicing smoothly through the air with divine rather than physical force.

"Kugh, you! You'd even protect a coward who turns tail in battle?!"

"Protect my ass, she's our party member, fucker!"

Even a boss monster couldn't ignore a mass of defense-piercing divine energy - the dark energy forming into a spear hastily moved to block the holy sword.

But a skill activated to check ranged attacks couldn't stop a holy sword that ignored all defense and resistance. The holy sword easily passed through the shattered spear and carved deeply into him, smoothly penetrating his armor.

A diagonal gash from below the shoulder through the solar plexus to exit the flank. But since the holy sword dealt defense-ignoring damage rather than instant death, there was no reason to stop. I swung the holy sword brutally without any sword technique finesse. Using muscles enhanced by mana and healed by holy power, I forcibly changed its direction.

The blade that entered his forearm and exited his flank suddenly stopped, then diagonally rose to pierce his armpit. Since his size was similar to a human's, I didn't need to forcibly extend its reach - I just wildly swung it like a madman's club to maximize damage output.

Forearm to flank, armpit to shoulder, collarbone to calf, shin to ankle - I slashed wildly without even breathing, caring nothing for vital points.

"I thought you were a warrior, but you're just a common thug!"

But he seemed to grasp the holy sword's properties in that brief exchange and leapt far back. As expected of a boss monster and Heavenly King - I couldn't cheese him down in 5 minutes with the holy sword.

...Shame, I was hoping to cheese my way to floor 80.

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