I Became a 6★ Gacha Character

Some people enjoy RPGs by torturing bosses as psychotic spoon murderers wearing only ratty leather pants and wielding broken straight swords. They might obsess over characters with suspiciously bizarre skeletons, neon skin tones, or baldness...

But Han Se-ah wasn't doing that kind of extreme challenge - she was speedrunning. In speedrunning you used any glitch that wasn't hacking or cheating, so there was no reason to stick with trash gear.

Seeing my party members' lips twitch between awkward smiles and excited grins at getting new equipment made me feel proud of actually acting like a senior adventurer for once.

This wasn't just about spending money as their senior. Buying equipment wasn't like going to a department store to buy mannequin displays, or telling an NPC merchant "I'll take everything."

"Whoa, Roland? The hero has come here!"

"Actually, it's the hero's companion. Old man Silbang hasn't retired yet?"

"That old man's still going strong as ever."

I bought Grace's gloves and arm guards from a leather craftsman contracted to the Archers' Guild. The guy who'd saved me when I found swamp alligators like a ghost but nearly drowned not checking the marsh had made it big at the guild.

Her quiver worked fine with the alchemical arrowheads and Magic Tower enchantments, and she said her leather boots were already well-fitted and durable, so no need to change those.