Ethan spent several long minutes in silence, pondering what to do with the luck feature.

He was entitled to one main item—usually a high-level one, guaranteed after one hundred spins—as well as two secondary items of slightly lower grade.

For the secondary items, he didn’t hesitate even a moment. He opened the system menu and selected the corresponding option without giving it further thought.

[Summoning Card, Master Dwarf Blacksmiths, high quantity, staff.]

He typed quickly, then clicked to confirm.

The second secondary item, however, left him with a few more doubts.

Should he request a magical artifact? Characters of another type?

He mulled it over for a long while, chin resting on his hand, until he finally reached a decision.

[Summoning card, Trained soldiers, high quality, high quantity.]

Setting three tags once more, he confirmed his choice.

He was about to march to war, and right now, what he wanted most was to form Goldenveil’s first legion as quickly as possible.

To do so, he would need to face various human, elven, dwarven, and monster forces currently scattered throughout the Barony of Goldenveil’s territory.

Some of them, on their own, commanded armies of two or three thousand soldiers. The population of green-skins alone totaled nearly thirty thousand, almost all of them warriors.

The many human villages surrounding Goldenveil, if united, would also have no trouble mustering ten or fifteen thousand soldiers in the event of a full mobilization if they included even their weakest warriors.

Individually, Ethan was confident he could defeat them. But what if, upon realizing Goldenveil’s interests, they all united against him?

That was his greatest concern.

Green skins would not ally with other species, but they would ally with one another. And their masters were shrewd enough to accept a temporary truce while they launched their assault on the gates of Goldenveil.

With his current strength, he would not be able to withstand thirty thousand orcs and goblins advancing as a frenzied horde, much less if he also had elves, dwarves, and humans arrayed against him.

That was one of the main reasons it was so difficult to build a vast and powerful kingdom in the Eternal Forest.

The moment one grew too powerful, the other cities would immediately attack, uniting to exterminate the one who disrupted the balance.

Ethan had no intention of being exterminated. He preferred to play it safe: to become strong enough that no enemy would dare confront him.

"Ah... at least when it comes to the elves, it’ll be easy," he murmured, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

He was certain that, with the Tree of Life and Arwen by his side, most elven settlements would surrender to him on their own.

The same would hold true once he built his divine forge.

After all, elves were extremely spiritual beings, just as dwarves were faithful servants of the undying draconic flame.

They were quite different from humans, who were more like a blank slate, often slaves to their own pride and ambition rather than to any spirituality.

With a slow exhale, Ethan turned back to the question of his main item.

Maybe a hot new elf mommy? Try his luck with a fallen goddess?

Well, he was already happy with his wives and didn’t really think this was the right time to go out chasing huge boobs to shove his dick into like some crazy pervert.

He entertained the thought for a moment, then quickly suppressed his lower member before it could start taking on a life of its own.

For now, it was time to think about himself and the development of Goldenveil.

Remembering Evelyn’s axe, he let out a heavy sigh.

Evelyn, Mireya, Alice—all of them possessed artifacts of at least Rank S to use as weapons.

He, on the other hand, had only his trusty lunar elven saber.

A high-quality weapon even for a fourth-stage warrior, but he naturally wanted more than that.

Ethan’s lips curved into a determined smile as he settled on his desired weapon.

[The true and supreme sword of the fallen emperor-god.]

With that decided, he grinned in satisfaction, pulling sixty premium gacha tickets from his inventory.

Without hesitation, he tore them open one by one, his eyes widening almost immediately.

On the very first two spins, he had already obtained his secondary luck items!

[Congratulations, you have received: 1x Trained Line Soldier Summoning Card! (Rank A)]

[Congratulations, you have received: 1x Dwarven Master Blacksmith Summoning Card! (Rank S)]

[Item: Summoning Card for Trained Line Soldiers

Description: A summoning card that can be used to summon one thousand trained soldiers with a base loyalty of seventy, ten of whom are third-stage warriors.

Rank: A]

[Item: Dwarven Master Blacksmith Summoning Card

Description: A summoning card that can be used to summon two hundred and fifty Dwarven master blacksmiths, with a base loyalty of seventy. Talents range from Rank B to Rank S.

Rank: S]

Ethan could barely contain his excitement, his eyes practically glued to the system screen.

With this, the Goldenveil army would reach two thousand five hundred soldiers. Five cohorts—half a full legion.

If, with future population growth, he managed to recruit another 2,500 soldiers, he would easily be able to establish the Goldenveil Army’s first official legion.

Without wasting any time, he pulled all the population cards from his inventory, tearing them up one by one so they would take effect the following month.

He considered doing the same with the soldiers and dwarves, but decided instead to summon them directly to the barracks. He would head there after reviewing all the items those sixty gacha tickets would yield.

His eyes sparkled as he watched the notifications pour in nonstop, each one igniting a fresh spark of anticipation in his chest.

That day, it seemed, he had used up all the luck he’d saved for the rest of the year.

Unfortunately, he didn’t get the maximum pity roll for the Emperor God’s Sword. Still, he won one Rank SS item and two Rank S items—a more than satisfactory result.

With a broad grin plastered across his face, he began reading through the stats of each high-quality item he’d won.