Hellmode ~Gamer Who Likes to Speedrun Becomes Peerless in a Parallel World with Obsolete Setting~

“Now that’s what I say, make a bank! Six dice! Our arrangement was worth it!!”

Allen spoke in excitement as he looked at the 6 dice, each with one meter dimension, hovering above Peromas’s head.

(But holy moly, that guy has such godly luck. Dude's literally shining. Is it the power of 620,000 stats of luck? How envious.)

“P-please... It's everyone's effort.”

A lot of effort---especially in the slots---had gone to bring up the luck stats of Peromas. Now, the ripple of luck was bringing a shining effect on him, glowing like buddha.

<My goodness ... What incredible luck. It's treading into the level of gods. With this power, the human realm would be within my palm, fuhahaha!!>

The changes caused even Merchant God to be impressed as he spoke of his desires unhindered, echoing from the Sacred Artifact Kushinada.

In the end, it was just impossible to take down Nestirad, a walking mass of status absurdity, even with the skills and buff they'd gotten after proving themselves in God's trial.

Allen hadn't caught any hint of communication from Nestirad in the number of fights he had razed again it, but he did notice one thing; Nestirad was learning from previous battles.

A simple brute force wouldn't work against him, and the more they fight, the lower their odds of victory would drop.

Hence Allen brainstormed to find that lucky break which could grant them the edge; and eventually, he had locked on Peromas for this very reason.

Others may not know, but Peromas’s skill and divine technique were the most peculiar he had seen.