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 2

Together with Brynhilde, who possessed extraordinary power, I first needed to assess the current situation.

The fact that the horde of goblins before me had been reduced to ashes in an instant still defied my comprehension.

Her presence was the sole ray of hope for my survival.

“Um! Brynhilde, san?”

“Address me plainly, my lord. You are the one bound to my soul.”

Brynhilde answered without so much as a change in expression.

Her bearing was that of a true Valkyrie.

“Do you know anything about my skill, ‘God Gacha’?”

“Indeed. It is an anomalous skill that defies the laws of the divine realm, the power to summon and command divine beings or those of equivalent stature in this world. That is the true nature of ‘God Gacha.'”

So, my skill really did summon gods.

I had drawn an absurdly powerful lot.

“However, keeping us in this world comes at a cost your MP.”

According to her explanation, I would continuously expend MP to sustain the summoned deities.

Checking my status plate, I confirmed that my MP had indeed been steadily decreasing since the moment of summoning.

The cost was 10% of my max MP to summon, followed by a continuous consumption of 0.1% of max MP per minute per entity.

That was the limitation of this skill.

If my MP ran out, she would be forcibly returned to the divine realm.

(I see. So it’s not an inexhaustible power.)

Even so, this ability was beyond extraordinary.

Feeling the weight of responsibility, I steeled myself.

“GRAAAAAAAAAAH!”

Just then, an especially deafening roar echoed from deep within the forest.

Accompanied by tremors, a Goblin King emerged easily twice the size of an ordinary goblin, its massive club a testament to its lethality.

“My lord.”

Brynhilde fixed her gaze on me.

“My spear moves with your resolve. A lord who relies solely on power will eventually be consumed by it. Now is the time to prove your own determination.”

She was urging me to fight alongside her.

Against this superior monster.

My legs locked up.

But she was right.

If I remained nothing more than a sheltered weakling, I would stay the same as the day I was exiled.

To master this power, I had to change myself.

“Got it. I’ll be the decoy. Create an opening for me.”

“Understood.”

Brynhilde nodded in satisfaction.

“Don’t die, my lord.”

“You either.”

I spurred my trembling legs into motion and dashed toward the Goblin King.

Of course, I had no real fighting strength.

My goal was singular to draw its attention.

“Over here, you monster!”

I hurled a rock, provoking it.

The Goblin King’s hate-filled eyes locked onto me.

Its massive body charged.

The club came crashing down, cratering the ground where I had stood.

I barely rolled out of the way.

My heart felt like it would burst.

But this was fine.

The Goblin King’s focus was entirely on me now.

(Now, Brynhilde!)

As if answering my thoughts, a silver meteor shot forth from the trees behind me.

Brynhilde.

A godlike thrust from the Goblin King’s blind spot pierced its massive frame with terrifying ease.

A fatal wound.

The Goblin King stared down at its chest in disbelief before slowly collapsing.

“Magnificent, my lord. You fulfilled your role.”

Brynhilde strode toward me.

I slumped to the ground, my legs giving out.

My first life-or-death struggle.

Nausea welled up inside me.

But stronger than that was the overwhelming sense of accomplishment dominating my heart.

In the wake of the Goblin King’s demise, a fist-sized, ominous magic stone remained.

Proof of slaying a high-rank monster.

Exchanging this would cover my living expenses for the time being.

“I have witnessed your resolve. Let me swear anew, my spear and soul are yours.”

Brynhilde extended her hand to me.

Taking it, I rose to my feet.

In that moment, a bond of trust was forged between us.

We left the forest behind and finally arrived at a town built by human hands.

Surrounded by walls, its name was “Frontier.”

A town for adventurers, located on the borderlands of the Arclight Kingdom.

A mix of vitality and danger hung in the air.

My funds were nearly nonexistent.

But I had the strongest ally and the Goblin King’s magic stone.

“Alright, I’ve decided.”

I fixed my gaze on the largest building at the town’s center.

The Adventurer’s Guild.

“I’m going to live here as an adventurer.”

I had no lingering attachments to the royal capital that had exiled me.

My new life would begin in this frontier town.

However, when I knocked on the guild’s door, the gatekeeper would scoff at my shabby appearance.

But that is another story.