I Became a 6★ Gacha Character

The archipelago was the Empire's capital.

Though it brought to mind a certain nodding Japanese politician, being the Empire's capital held deeper meaning than expected. It meant a neighborhood where people tough enough to handle the land prices lived, among the ridiculously vast territory and huge population compared to the Kingdom.

While there were slums made by prostitutes' abandoned orphans and vagrants who'd come seeking scraps, the archipelago mostly attracted capable people of various sorts. And in a virtual reality game based on gacha mechanics, "capability" meant "★".

'Really, is this a capital or a monster's lair...'

Just looking at that guy who'd greeted me and casually disappeared made it clear.

The potbelly visible despite messy hair, unkempt beard and wrinkled shirt. At first glance he seemed like a good-built guy who'd let himself go, but... looking closer something was off.

For someone wealthy enough to retire with a house in the archipelago, he must have worked at least 20 years, yet when he took off his shirt after exercising, there wasn't a single scar on his body.

For someone who lived by the sword, having no scars after decades meant one of two things: Either a bottom-rung nobody who never fought and just carried luggage for merchant groups before retiring, or someone overwhelmingly confident in their skills. But how could a mere luggage carrier afford a house in this expensive area?

And he wasn't the only one like that.