While Others Were Still Practicing, I Played with the Gashapon Machine

Ancient rituals attract greedy sneakiness, the decaying dragon corpse breeds pure transcendence, and the leftover seeds become the shackles of prosperity. Who is trying their best? Who is sighing? The loyal are betrayed, the innocent are invaded by greed, the wanton are succumbed to fetters, and the mourners sing tragic songs. Witches, dragons, orcs, elves... Who can sing the triumphal song of change. Magic, technology, secret rituals, martial arts, what is the turning point in the future. To know what happened next, please read the on-site report brought to you by our reporter Momo. The introduction is too weak, please move to the main text. Harem, palacepure lovebright The author's greatest strengths are: Take advice!