Chapter 80: The Gacha King and His Shadow
Old Man Yori was a simple man with simple pleasures.
In his first life, he had been an accountant, a quiet river of a man flowing through a landscape of spreadsheets and tax codes.
His second life, the one the System had so abruptly given him, was far better.
It had all the quiet of his previous existence, but with significantly better tea and an utter lack of quarterly reports.
His Domain was a masterpiece of tranquil efficiency.
A small, perfect Japanese teahouse nestled in a perpetually serene bamboo garden in the Udon-nada District.
His subordinates were not snarling Orcs or brutish Ogres, but a dozen tiny, impeccably polite Imps who wore crisp, black uniforms and served as his butlers.
His throne was a heated, memory-foam cushion that offered excellent lumbar support.
He was not a conqueror. He was not a tyrant. He was a retired man enjoying a peaceful, demonic afterlife.
His greatest passion, the thing that made his old, repurposed heart flutter with a gambler’s thrill, was the [Random Creation] menu on his Demon King app.
It was a glorious, unforgiving slot machine that spat out monsters instead of cherries.