[You have received 5 Elite XP Orbs]

  [You have received 20 Units of Iron Ingots]

  [You have received 10 Mana Fruits]

  [You have received 1 Fsk of Mighty Brew]

  [You have received 10 Small Healing Potion]

  [You have received 1 Basic Survival Kit]

  [You have received 5 Units of Fire Stone]

  Nothing special from the Rank-B tickets, so Ats decided not to waste any more time analyzing items of that rank—unless he happeo receive somethiirely new, like a skill scroll, talent scroll, or some other rare item.

  He stored everything he’d pulled so far, and now only three purple tickets hovered in the air. Gng around, he noticed everyog him ily, their faces filled with anticipation.

  He touched the first Rank-A ticket, and immediately a fsh of light filled the air, causing everyoo squint as the brilliant shape took form. When the glow faded, a on hovered before them—a beautifully crafted, radiant white bow with elegant curves and intricate design.

  A bow!

  [You have received 1 Rank-A on: Whisperwind Arc]

  Everyoared in awe. Even at a ghey could tell this was an exceptional on. Several archers iroops couldn’t hide their hopeful expressions, clearly eager for a ce to wield it.

  Ats grasped the bow, examining its details and quickly sing through its information.

  [Whisperwind Arc]

  [Grade: Epic]

  [Agility +200

  Attack Speed +150]

  [Skills:]

  [Phantom Arrow (Active)

  Gees an energy arrow, allowing for incredible precision and accuracy. The arrow deals magic-based pierg damage that scales with the user’s agility.]

  [Are Volley (Active)

  Fires a rapid sequence of three energy arrows that target the enemies in range. Each arrow has a slight homing effect, increasing the ce of hitting moving targets.]

  It was indeed an Epic-grade Bow! A truly extraordinary on. Ats looked around at his troops and gave them a fident smile.

  He was itted to equipping his subordinates with the fi gear. Ideally, he hoped to secure signature ons for each of his summoned allies and, at the very least, Rank-A items for the most promising members of the team.

  Lifting the bow, he drew the string back, and, almost magically, an arrow formed, glowing with a shimmering energy. He aimed it into the night sky and released it. The arrow shot forward, leaving a glowing trail as it soared high and arced down, disappearing beyond the edge of the isnd.

  Everyone broke into appuse, excitement palpable as they watched.

  "Zara, e here," Ats called.

  A girl among the troops perked up, catg everyone’s attention. She looked momentarily surprised, then stepped forward.

  This was Zara, the leader of the Aether team. At only 18 years old, she had a petite frame, short silver hair, and wore light armor in shades of brown and vender. Her gaze was a striking mix of determination and calm.

  Ats couldn’t help but wonder what this young woman had eo reach this level of skill; at just 18, she was already level 37 and had pledged her loyalty to him. In fact, Ats felt she was more naturally gifted than he was.

  Zara possessed an S-rank talent in Bow Mastery, and Edrik had eveiohat she was highly skilled at leadieam. She had a keen eye for details and an impressive ability to trol her team’s movements, making her an invaluable asset.

  The young woman stepped forward and bowed. “My Lord.”

  Ats held out the bow to her. “Take it. Proted lead your team well with this on.”

  Zara hesitated, clearly taken aback, then lifted her head, accepted the bow, and bowed deeply. “My Lord, thank you for this gift. I will fulfill my duty to the best of my ability.”

  The crowd broke into appuse as Zara returo her team, accepting gratutions and pats on the back from her fellow members.

  Eighteen years old… doesn’t she have family down there? Ats wondered silently.

  [You have received 1 Rank-A Item: Mana Prism Lens]

  [Used to enhance spellcasting accurad effectiveness. When paired with a magic staff or wand, increases spell damage and grants a ce to cast without ing mana.]

  An item for a magic user. Ats smiled and g someoandihe front.

  "Kaida," he called.

  "Hahaha!" A woman stepped forward, her voice bold and lively.

  Kaida, the leader of the Bze team, wore a short yukata, her fiery red hair framing a fierce expression. Ats swallowed, momentarily distracted by her… abundant curves, which her robe didirely cover due to its snug fit.

  "My Lord, that item is for me, right?"

  "Yes, take it. I’m proud of you."

  Kaida accepted the lens with a grin. "Following you is the best decision I've made in my life. Long life and prosperity to you, My Lord."

  With a ugh, she returo her team, proudly showing off the em to her team.

  [You have received 1 Rank-A Item: Soulbinding Armor Set]

  Ah, another Soulbinding Armor Set.

  Ats paused for a moment, heightening everyone’s curiosity.

  "This is a Soulbinding Armor Set," he expined, "which adapts to fit the user. However, I’ll hold onto this one for now."

  A few disappointed groans arose from the crowd, but Ats only smiled in respoug the item away in his iory.

  He still had 120 standard tickets left, so the possibilities were far from over. Ats tossed out another 10 tickets.

  Brown… brown… brown… The crowd watched eagerly as each item appeared. Brown, brown… where was the red?

  Finally, purple. Then, brown again.

  Nine Rank-B items and one Rank-A?

  There ple of smiles, though he could see a hint of disappoi in their eyes.

  [You have received 1 Rank-A Item: Aegis Mantle (Chest Armor)]

  [Provides a defensive shield that absorbs a portion of damage. Gains increased durability and reduced cooldown when paired with a defeem, allowing it to block additional attacks.]

  An item for a tanker? Iing…

  "Garen," Ats called.

  Among the troops, a man stood up—a massive, muscur figure, likely in his mid-twenties, with charcoal hair and ashen skin, radiating a calm yet unyielding presence. Garen stepped forward, his form imposing even at a distance.

  Garen was the leader of the der team, and Ats couldn’t help but feel a twinge of awe at his formidable appearance.

  "My Lord," Gareed.

  Despite his massive build, his expression and tone were calm, almost serene, a striking trast that only made him more formidable.

  "Please, proted lead your team with this item," Ats said.

  "Thank you for this gift, My Lord," Garen replied, bowing slightly. "I will bear its responsibility with pride."

  The crowd broke into appuse as Gareuro his team, the em in hand.

  Ats couldn’t help but feel impressed by the caliber of individuals who had joined his ranks. They were truly a remarkable team.

  He tossed another 10 tickets into the air.

  Brown, brown, brown, brown, brown… purple… brown, brown…

  Only one purple?

  Ats smiled, a bit disappointed, gng at the others, who also looked a bit let down.

  Ats wondered if opening tickets back-to-baehow reduced his luck, leading to less satisfying pulls.

  Could it be that he’d simply been unusually lucky with his previous results?

  Maybe there was a trick or pattern that affected the odds, though he had no way to firm it. Still, pag himself and not burning through tickets too quickly seemed like a smart choice.

  So far, of the three team leaders, only Zara had received a on, a bow perfectly suited for her. Kaida had gotten ao boost her magical damage, a valuable asset for her as a fire mage. Garen had received a defeem fitting for a tanker like him. That left only one leader who hadn’t yet received anything: Ronan.

  [You have received 1 Rank-A Item: Galewind Boots]

  Ats picked up the item he’d just pulled. Boots?

  [Boosts movement speed by 20% and agility in bat. When bined with ility items, increases dodge rate and jump height.]

  Ah, ahat increases agility in bat, perfect for someone who relies heavily on this stat, like a thief or an archer. Ats nodded, pleased.

  “Ronan,” he called.

  A man stepped forward with shoulder-length bck hair streaked with purple and dark, pierg eyes. Dressed in dark, form-fitting clothing with purple ats, Ronan’s expression was enigmatid reserved. Ats felt a slight chill under his intense gaze.

  “My Lord,” Ronaed, his voice cool and posed.

  “I believe this will suit you well,” Ats said, holding out the item.

  Edrik had firmed that Ronan was not only highly skilled but also aced t solo. As an archer, he rofit and precise. A lone operator who had now chosen to follow Ats.

  Thirty standard Gacha pulls for today. He still had a hundred left—who knew what he might get ime.

  “Alright, everyone, get some rest. We’ve got another hard training session tomorrow.”

  The group responded with a mix of “Yes,” “Let’s go,” and “Yo!”

  Ats realized he needed a rallying cry, one simple word or phrase that would unite everyone’s response. But what would it be?

  ***

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