A Transmigrator’s Privilege-Chapter 222
"Oh my God..."
Before I realized it, Agnes, who had approached me after putting away her aura blade, was just as shocked as I was.
It was understandable.
In front of me, piles of gold coins were stacked up to the point that they looked like a small hill.
I picked up one of the rolling gold coins. It had a strange pattern embossed on it. [ ‘Demon Coin’
Currency used in the Demon Realm. It must be purified using purification skills before it can be used, or it will curse the user.]
Where did all this Demon Realm money come from?
The answer was found in a message left by Tesilid in his notebook. - The place I escaped from seems to be the ‘Pleasure Auction House.’
I was hiding at the time, but I found a glowing map in my inventory. I followed the destination marked on it and found a room with a huge vault. I took as much gold as I could carry from there, but let me know if it’s not enough.
By the way, the item I received as a reward for clearing the fifth trial was the ‘Secret Vault Map of the Auction House Owner.’
It seemed that Tesilid had used the vault map after entering that dungeon by an incredible coincidence.
‘Good job, Terry! How did you know we needed money?’ [‘The Scales of Judging Souls’ congratulates Terry for making ends meet through a side job.]
At this absurd situation, I was about to cheer out loud when a problem arose.
The next message from Tesilid, written as if after a time delay, stopped my brain cold.
I’ve been put on the wanted list... What?
A wanted criminal?
The exit gate is completely sealed. Right now, I can’t handle Duke Gibrilte. This might be my last message to you...
The message cut off here. It was his final message.
"Yikes!"
I gasped with Agnes, both of us turning pale, making horrified sounds.
<What should we do? If this goes on, Tesilid will die!>
"Ahh! No, this can't be happening!"
Clearly, we were facing a life-threatening situation due to genre deviation penalties.
In this situation, the method to save Tesilid was already decided.
I poured purification skills endlessly into the huge pile of Demon Realm gold coins and shouted.
"We need to donate quickly!"
Because we had to buy the genre-change ticket!
At that moment, Agnes sighed and spoke up.
<Why did you confess in the first place? I gave you so many hints on the beach, but you couldn’t control your youthful impulsiveness.>
"...Hmm."
<By [N O V E L I G H T] the way, do we have enough money? Didn’t you say we need millions of gold, like, hundreds of millions of gold?>
"I’ll check. The purification is all done now."
I didn’t hesitate. I poured everything into the cash payment page. The system handled all the calculations automatically. [ 26.7 billion cash payment completed. Refunds are available within a week...]
"Whoa..."
It was a bigger amount than I had expected.
<How much is it? You’re surprised?>
"267 million gold in continent currency."
<Whoa! That’s amazing.>
It turned out that Duke Gibrilte was truly the embodiment of greed, holding an enormous amount of liquid assets.
At this point, it was only right to offer a prayer of gratitude.
‘Thank you, Lord, for the vault map.’ [‘The Spirit That Builds Worlds’ smiles proudly, pleased with the gift.]
The cash I had accumulated was slightly over 5 billion. Together with the 267 million, that made over 30 billion in total.
I immediately opened the cash shop.
It was finally time to break the rule that had tormented me for so long. [ ‘Genre Change Ticket’
The ultimate item that allows you to change the genre of the work you’re possessed in.
Note: The genre will be randomly selected from Fantasy, Romance, 19+ Romance, GL/BL, etc.
Price: 10,000,000,000 cash]
Still, the price was outrageous for a random item. I stared at it as though it were my nemesis.
[‘The Spirit That Builds Worlds’ encourages you not to worry and just avoid the BL genre.]
[‘The Scales of Judging Souls’ agrees that it’s necessary to avoid unwanted male characters clinging to the protagonist.]
[‘The Eyes That Observe All Chaos’ gleams with the idea of picking GL after removing the protagonist.]
[‘The Sharpened Critic’ calculates the odds of BL only showing up after your 3rd consecutive pull.]
[‘The Creator of Economic Systems’ is planning to release a gender-change ticket just in case.]
[‘The Architect of the Tower of Trials’ is intrigued by the minor genres.]
[‘The Seer Who Reveals Secrets’ watches closely, waiting for your 3rd consecutive draw results.]
As I was about to buy the genre-change ticket, the gods were so excited that their message window exploded.
Normally, I would’ve refrained from participating in such frivolous debates about BL or GL, wanting to focus on the task at hand.
But when it came to the "three consecutive pulls," I couldn’t ignore it.
‘I don’t plan on pulling three times. 10 billion cash. One shot, I’m done.’
With some confidence, I boldly declared my intentions. [‘The Eyes That Observe All Chaos’ lights up in curiosity.]
[‘The Scales of Judging Souls’ breathes heavily with anticipation.]
[‘The Creator of Economic Systems’ is deeply disappointed.]
[‘The Sharpened Critic’ is visibly saddened.]
[‘The Seer Who Reveals Secrets’ narrows their eyes.]
Today, I had an item I’d been saving up for.
It was the rainbow-colored potion I received as a sponsor at the church’s founding anniversary. I pulled it out of my inventory.
If you are reading this translation anywhere other than Novelight.net or SilkRoadTL, it has been stolen.
<What’s that colorful liquid? What is it?>
"It’s a luck potion."
<Luck potion? The color is weird. Is it for drinking?>
"Yes."
To explain it more clearly, I shared the system’s emotional response with Agnes. [ ‘Life is a Gamble! The Gambler’s Luck Potion’
Major life decisions can sometimes depend not only on skill but also on luck. Drinking this potion will temporarily raise your luck stat to its maximum value.
It can only be used once in a lifetime. Use with caution!
Note: The ‘Architect of the Tower of Trials’ merely lent their name; the true sponsor is a different god.]
The true sponsor of the potion was obvious.
Right after my bold declaration about the one-shot, besides the architect, there was only one god who remained calm.
‘Praise the Lord, Hallelujah. I believe in you, Amen.’ [‘The Spirit That Builds Worlds’ gives a thumbs-up.]
Now, the time had come!
I took a deep breath, filling my chest and then releasing it in a strong exhale.
Then, I chugged down the luck potion in one go.
The mysterious taste swept from the tip of my tongue to the root and flowed down my throat.
"...Huh."
I didn’t feel any immediate changes, but it must have looked different to those around me.
<Ayleth, your eyes look like prisms.>
"Perfect. We can take action now."
Right after I finished speaking, I suddenly felt my heart race and my breathing become shallow.
I wondered if it was a side effect of the potion, but soon realized it was just my body’s natural reaction.
[‘The Scales of Judging Souls’ opens their eyes wide in excitement and anticipation.]
And finally.
Zzzzaaaaaarrrggg!
The sound of cash being deducted rang through my ears and my skull.
‘I... I bought it!’
The new system message window popped up before my eyes, and I couldn’t even blink. [ You are using the ‘Genre Change Ticket’. Do you wish to confirm the result?]
"Yes."
The extreme tension made me dizzy, but my response came out calmly.
In that brief moment, I clasped my hands together and closed my eyes, praying earnestly.
Please. Please. Please.
Give me romance.
Not just any romance, but a healthy and safe one.
I don’t want anything dark—no blood, kidnapping, imprisonment, or hardcore crimes.
‘How could I do that to Terry? Right?’ [‘The Scales of Judging Souls’ wonders why such roles are predetermined.]
[‘The Architect of the Tower of Trials’ suggests it’s because the protagonist usually ends up in that situation.]
[‘The Sharpened Critic’ agrees, nodding their head.]
While the gods casually chatted without any tension, I opened my eyes.
The result I got, using the once-in-a-lifetime luck potion, was...
[ Your genre is now ‘Fantasy Raid’]
"..."
My brain short-circuited for a moment.
It took a while, but I finally stuttered the result.
"Fantasy... raid?"
Only then did I realize the harsh reality that had befallen me.
"What? Why...?"
Why this result? Where’s the romance? Why isn’t romance in the genre name?
"No! My romance! Give me my romance!"
After spending 10 billion cash and the Gambler’s potion, this is what I get?
The shock was overwhelming, like the world was collapsing. My heart stopped, my breath caught, and my mind seemed to shatter.
<Ayleth! Snap out of it!>
"...It’s no use, Agnes. I’m passing out now."
But just then...
Ding!
Unexpected and shocking messages flooded the screen.
The ‘result announcement’ wasn’t the end. This was just the beginning.
The privilege for the transmigrator.
