I Became a 6★ Gacha Character

It was no big deal.

Unlike the goblins who worked mechanically as if devoid of emotion, the orcs, who could be considered non-commissioned officers, seemed to retain some feelings. While the goblins crawled around trying to maintain formation until they were wiped out in an ambush, the orc javelineers didn't haphazardly throw bombs when surprised, did they?

So the orc hunters watching from the watchtowers, or rather orc longbowmen if we're giving them a new name for the 55th floor's armored monsters.

Anyway, unlike the goblins, they weren't diligently standing guard. They probably thought something seemed suspicious but were too lazy to check directly, so they just fired an arrow to confirm.

The problem was that the arrow aimed far too accurately at my ass.

'Did these bastards spend all their time making gifs...?'

I could already see video donations flooding Han Se-ah's stream from the corner of my eye, despite my limited vision from wearing my helmet low. A man in armor lying prone in the grass, the camera zooming in, sturdy steel armor showing no trace of body lines unlike the women's armor—

And then an arrow flying in with a "tang" and bouncing off.

It cut through the air, wobbling up and down like a swimming fish. As if filmed in slow motion, the magnified arrow flew straight between my butt cheeks without a millimeter of error. In other words, it nearly "stuck" there precisely rather than just hitting the meaty part.