Exiled with a Useless Skill 'Gacha', but It Turns Out to Be a Legendary Pull That Only Summons Gods - All I Get Are Beautiful Goddess! - Chapter 1

In the ceremonial hall of the prestigious Astel family, the royal court magicians, I, Kai Astel, was pronounced exiled.

The reason? On my 18th birthday, the skill I received during the coming-of-age ritual was an unprecedented dud,“Gacha.”

The cold stares from my father and brother told me my future had ended here.

“A disgrace to our bloodline. To think the Astel family would produce someone with a dubious skill like ‘Gacha’…”

My strict father spat out the words with contempt.

Beside him, my elder brother Leo, the heir to the family glared at me with scorn.

“Kai, you are no longer an Astel. Pack your things and leave the capital at once.”

It was final.

No room for argument.

(Gacha… What the hell is this?)

All I could do was stare blankly at the two characters floating on my status plate.

In this world, at the age of 18, one receives a skill bestowed by the gods.

The Astel family was a distinguished lineage of mages who had, for generations, awakened powerful offensive magic skills.

My brother Leo received “Inferno,” the highest-tier fire-based skill.

And then there was my “Gacha.”

I didn’t even know what it did.

The only thing confirmed was that it could only be used once every 24 hours.

A worthless skill reliant on luck.

That was the unanimous verdict of everyone present.

“Lord Kai…”

Alicia von Weiss, who was supposed to be my fiancée, giggled behind her fan.

“I simply cannot remain engaged to someone with a dud skill. Consider our engagement null and void.”

Her eyes pierced through me as if I were filth.

Power and prestige.

In this world of nobility, I had lost all value.

No, perhaps I never had any to begin with.

Even before this, my magical talent had always been far inferior to my brother’s.

For just a fleeting moment, I thought I saw something like regret flicker in Leo’s eyes but it vanished just as quickly.

Handed a shabby traveler’s outfit and a meager handful of gold coins, I was literally thrown out of the capital.

No destination in mind.

With nothing left but survival, I stepped into the forest beyond the capital’s walls.

Three days into the forest.

My food was gone, and my stamina was nearing its limit.

And then, the worst possible scenario unfolded.

“Grrrr…”

A pack of drooling goblins surrounded me.

About ten of them.

Even with some knowledge of magic, I stood no chance against numbers like this.

(So this is how it ends…?)

I braced for death.

After an unjust exile, my fate was to be devoured by goblins.

How utterly pathetic.

One of the goblins raised its club and lunged at me.

No dodging now.

Just as I clenched my eyes shut.

(Ah, my skill.)

I remembered, I hadn’t used “Gacha” even once.

If I was going to die anyway, might as well try it.

No matter what came out, it couldn’t make things worse than this.

“Skill activation,’God Gacha’!”

The moment I shouted, a massive, radiant gate materialized before me.

Inside it floated an enormous sphere.

The gate was adorned with divine engravings far too majestic for something I’d dismissed as a trash skill.

Slowly, the gate opened, and from within, a palm-sized capsule rolled out with a clink, bathed in blinding light.

Even the goblins froze, seemingly cowed by the overwhelming divine spectacle.

With trembling hands, I picked up the capsule.

(Please! Give me something anything that can turn this around!)

Praying, I opened it.

With a soft pop, the capsule burst open, unleashing an explosion of light.

I squinted against the brilliance.

And when the light faded standing there was

“My lord, Kai. I, Brynhildr, offer thee my spear.”

A woman of unparalleled beauty.

Her radiant silver hair tied in a ponytail, her azure eyes carrying the severity of the battlefield.

The silver armor encasing her body was as exquisite as a work of art.

She knelt gracefully before me.

(Huh?)

I couldn’t process it.

Lord?

Kai?

Why was she calling my name?

And Brynhildr?

As in… the Valkyrie from myth?

“GYAAAAAAH!”

One of the goblins, snapping out of its stupor, lunged at her.

“Disrespectful.”

Brynhildr rose calmly, sweeping her silver spear which had appeared from nowhere in a single motion.

That was all it took.

A flash of divine speed sliced through the entire horde of goblins surrounding me.

Without even a death cry, they burst into sprays of blood and vanished.

It happened in an instant.

All that remained was silence and the scent of blood.

Brynhildr flicked the blood off her spear and turned back to me.

“My lord, your command?”

Gazing into her unwavering, loyal eyes, I finally understood.

My skill, “God Gacha,” was no dud.

This was an absurdly overpowered ability, one that summoned beings from myth and legend gods themselves.

My exile had begun in the depths of despair.

But now, standing beside me was a Valkyrie of unimaginable power.

Our legend had only just begun.