—"Having fun with the gacha machine?"
Now that was an interesting question.
Rita slightly lifted the gacha machine and glanced at the Fat Duck across from her, puffing out its chest. This one was also carrying a gacha machine, but it wasn't Fat Duck No.1.
In the few seconds she'd looked away, countless skills had already been launched at her. Rita quickly ducked back down and hid under the machine again.
She answered honestly. "The gacha machine is a divine work of art."
She felt that she'd barely tapped into ten percent of its potential.
As soon as that reply appeared, the dialogue box vanished.
Rita didn't mind. She wasn't trying to flatter anyone anyway, even if she suspected that the one messaging her might be one of the gacha machine's creators.
…
Despite the barrage of ground-level area-of-effect attacks, Rita remained perfectly safe, tucked under the protective harness of the gacha machine.
