Gacha Addict in a Matriarchal World

As soon as I made contact, the Gear Doppelganger suddenly self-destructed. The moment I opened the large door that rose after consuming its remnants.

My vision completely changed.

A land endlessly ablaze. From the mountain-like pile of corpses, blood flows like a river.

A hellish scene like a painted picture. Beyond that horrifying sight, two massive forms were clashing.

A gigantic monstrous bird, as if fire itself had gained life. And a knight in golden armor, raising a sword of light towering high enough to touch the sky.

I knew the moment I saw them. Those two were not mortals, but beings that far surpassed ordinary creatures……

Gods.

With the flap of the monstrous bird’s wings, the ground transformed into a sea of fire, and with a single strike from the gigantic knight, mountains split into valleys.

A battle beyond human comprehension…a fight only permitted to gods. This must be a scene from the War of the Fallen Gods.

I had no plans for them to appear, so I didn’t set them up in detail, but their characteristics were so distinct that I could immediately tell what gods they were.

The God of Fire and the God of Knights.

As their battle intensifies, the world crumbles. It’s not a metaphor; the ground is truly becoming a mess and collapsing, and the air is so hot that just breathing might cook your lungs.

In other words, mortals can’t even withstand the aftermath of the battle and are dying.

Yet, neither the shamans in scant attire nor the knights in impenetrable armor fled from the battlefield.

Even if they couldn’t avoid the aftermath and died, or were killed by the enemy, they did not care.

They were busy invoking their faith, sharpening their bestowed blessings, and thrusting them into their opponents.

“We die today and go to Avalon!!”

“Do not worry, brothers and sisters! Our souls will burn together within a single flame!”

Without hesitation, offering one’s life and wielding sword and flame to take the life of another.

This is possible only because they firmly believe they will be led to the god they serve, even in death.

…But were their souls truly saved?

The God of Fire does not die here but is later devoured by the God of the Sun.

The God of Knights also survives to boast of their might for a long time, but eventually perishes alongside the God of Magic.

Surely, their souls were led to the gods. After martyrdom, they must have enjoyed the afterlife in their respective heavens.

But what happens after that god dies?

No one knows the answer.

However, one thing was certain… As the battle continued, the powerless had to perish without even a moment to imagine life after death.

As the war dragged on, the flames of the God of Fire burned ever fiercer, while the sword held by the God of Knights shone ever brighter.

The mountain of corpses steadily grew in height, and blood overflowed into the sea.

To the powerless, war was neither glorious nor sacred.

It was merely pain and resentment, congealing like sticky tar at the bottom of the sea of blood, forming a dark crimson mire.

Those who died without faith. Those who offered their faith only to die with their gods.

Those who cursed the endless war.

All the world’s malice blossomed from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood scattered across the continent.

Though physically distant, the mires everywhere united under a single emotion.

-I hate the world.

I don’t know who spoke first. However, it was enough to weave together the lost pain and malice into one.

Invisible to mortal eyes, the layers of mire accumulated in the hidden world ignored even by the gods were like another world.

Different from the paradise promised by the gods. A hell created by war.

That condensed essence was the nature of the Faceless Demon.

Thereafter, the Faceless Demon seized the most opportune moment. That is, at the very moment the God of Death tried to resurrect the God of Justice, it took over the body.

As recorded in history, it killed countless mortals, inflicted deep wounds on the gods, and even after being subjugated once, continued to spread malice and distrust across the world.

In the end, it embraced the love it so desperately craved, and was sealed in a Labyrinth, divided into body and mind.

However, a part of the love that instinctively clung to it was taken by the Pope.

Their lives were a series of losses.

They were robbed of their happiness, dignity, life, and finally even revenge. Now, even a part of the pure love they yearned for was taken.

Now, only the body of the Prime Doppelganger remains, but the malice contained within it has not disappeared.

The creature was now screaming from inside the seal. It was leaking malice through a small gap.

All to one day cover this world with malice again.

“Gasp!”

At that moment, I came to my senses and took in the oxygen I desperately needed.

Looking around, it wasn’t just me; everyone was in a similar situation. No, Benny, who originally had trauma, was trembling quite severely.

Hurriedly running, I patted her small back and caught my breath.

“Whew.”

The vision from a moment ago was not mine; it was a memory of an ordinary weakling during the War of the Fallen Gods, capturing the process of falling into hell and seeking revenge on the world.

Only then did I fully understand why the Faceless Demon couldn’t die no matter how many times it was killed, and what it had done to be called a Catastrophe.

This Catastrophe is a collective entity. Even if it meets death, only one of the countless grudging souls it harbors is extinguished.

Unless the entire entity is annihilated, it can never be killed.

Even the body, with its mind extracted, being treated as a dangerous boss known as the Prime Doppelganger, would be because of that.

Although I set the rough outlines, I didn’t know the detailed content, so the overwhelming sense of a curse felt in the vision still lingered.

Though not as much as Benny.

I gently patted Benny’s trembling shoulder and asked.

“Benny. Are you okay?”

“…Yeah. I’m okay now.”

Benny bit her lower lip, took Shadow out, and hugged it. Only then did her trembling slowly subside.

Seeing the immediate crisis seemingly averted, I turned to the others and spoke.

“Everyone…saw that, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Yes. The horror of a war without rules… It was beyond my imagination.”

Lydia nodded with a face paler than usual, and Karen repeatedly crossed herself to calm her mind.

For reference, outside Pangrave, there are several kingdoms, and naturally, there are wars between such nations.

However, this is entirely different from a total war like the War of the Fallen Gods. If I had to describe it, it’s more like a grand tournament?

A few representatives from each country come out and engage in battles with their own set of rules.

In a world where superhumans can exist, and strange rules formed due to a world that has experienced destruction through war once before.

But this is totally like League of Legen…

I shook my head to erase the thought that flashed through my mind and continued speaking.

“Ahem. By the way, where are we? It seems like a cave.”

A closed space blocked by dark stones on all sides. Lydia brushed the wall once and shook her head.

“Not a cave. Inside a building. This is all metal.”

“Metal, you say?”

However, the texture is rough, and there’s no distinctive sheen to it at all…

“Huh?”

But upon touching it, as Lydia said, it was metal. Metal, yet…for some reason, the Seed of the Mountain Range, which activates when standing on the ground, was active.

As I tilted my head in confusion, it was Karen, who had been quietly standing by my side, who spoke up.

“This is written in the Temple’s record… When the Labyrinth was created, it is said that all the Gods combined their powers. Perhaps it is the result of the God of Earth and the God of Machinery joining forces.”

“Ah! That’s right. There’s no better gods to seal something.”

Nodding, I suddenly flinched. If this place is meant to seal something… Doesn’t that mean the Prime Doppelganger is here?

But there’s nothing here…

“Gasp!”

“What is it? Why all of a sudden, Jonah?”

Benny, shrouded in Shadow like a blanket, stepped back swiftly, distancing herself from the rest of the party.

Then I pointed alternately at Lydia, Benny, and Karen and shouted.

“This is the place the Prime Doppelganger is sealed. But there’s nothing here…. Is that really true?”

“Jonah. No way?”

I nodded towards Lydia, who was staring wide-eyed.

“Yes. I think one of us has been swapped with a fake.”

“Fa, ke?”

Lydia widened her eyes and distanced herself from the others. Benny was incredulous and tried to approach her.

“Hey! Lydia, are you saying I’m the fake? After sticking together all this time, you can’t even tell the difference…?”

“Don’t come any closer.”

“…You really can’t tell?”

Benny felt hurt by Lydia’s firm rejection. Meanwhile, Karen just stood in place, looking at us with a desperate gaze.

Somehow, I’ve become the one sowing seeds of distrust. If this were a horror movie, I’d be the first to…

Drip.

A bone-chilling liquid fell onto my head.

“…?”

Instinctively, I looked up to see something like a slime clinging to the ceiling.

Strangely enough, the moment I saw that ever-changing slime, I knew. That it was the Prime Doppelganger we had been searching for.

…And that it was targeting me.

Uselessly causing a commotion claiming the culprit was among us, it seems things have truly become dangerous.

Panicking, I ran towards Lydia.

“Please save me, Miss Lydia!”

“There was no sign at all….”

Gritting her teeth, Lydia drew her greatsword. It seemed she thought it would be too late to swing it after running, so she was preparing to throw it.

Similarly, Benny and Karen were also targeting the Prime Doppelganger falling towards my head in their own ways.

But perhaps it anticipated such reactions. The Prime Doppelganger, torn to shreds by attacks my eyes couldn’t even follow.

It simply tore in midair and fell on my head. And then.

Bubble bubble bubble.

Twisting its whole body and going berserk like a madman who encountered forbidden knowledge while researching the universe.

Countless human faces seemed to pass over the seething mucus, followed by a voice cursing the world that resonated throughout the cave.

But all of this suddenly disappeared, as if someone turned off a switch, and it became quiet.

What remained was a gray orb the size of a fist.

“What the?”

I’m glad I’m safe…but I feel a bit hurt.

What’s with the reaction as if they’d witnessed some foreign news?

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