Gacha Addict in a Matriarchal World

After running back for a while, I arrived at the battle scene.

Benny and Morgana were nowhere to be seen. The only thing present was a large white cube.

I swallowed hard as I looked at the cube, which seemed to ripple like a separate space.

At a glance, it seemed dangerous to enter it. In that case, I should hide my body first.

“Phew.”

My breathing slowed, and my every movement lost its sense of discord. It felt natural just to be there.

At first glance, it seemed like I had blended in with the surroundings, but my senses felt a strange isolation from the environment as I threw myself into the cube.

“…Shadow.”

And there, with the unique cold gaze of someone prepared to die, was Benny.