V1.3.4: Isekai Frontline

The engineer slammed the detonator.

Kaito did the only thing a former gacha addict would think of.

"Three seconds," Miko-chan reminded him. "Distract."

"Took you long enough," Lyra grinned, pulling a coil of detonation cord from her pack. "Now listen. Bridge Seven is the only way to retreat our main force. If we lose it, the entire southern army gets surrounded. You've got the Summoner's Mark —I saw it flash when you arrived. That means you can call in units from the gacha." ISEKAI FRONTLINE v1.3.4

She smiled—a real smile, not a glitch—and powered down. Dawn broke over the shattered battlefield. The red sky faded to a bruised purple. Kaito sat on a crate, cleaning his jammed M4 with a rag. Lyra was welding a new joint onto her mechanical arm. Around them, survivors counted ammo, bandaged wounds, and checked their UI windows.

Above the beast, a red marker pulsed: "Game logic," Kaito whispered. "It's all game logic."

He fired.

"Then you'll fit right in. Now pull ." Kaito touched the crest. A wheel spun in his vision—icons flashing past: tanks, wizards, dog soldiers, a sentient trebuchet, and something that looked like a cat with a bazooka.

An explosion tore through the night a hundred meters to their left. The shockwave knocked Kaito against a sandbag wall. When his vision cleared, he saw a creature that should not exist: a griffin with jet-black feathers and a saddle-mounted mana cannon, dive-bombing a trench full of soldiers.

Behind them, the southern army—battered, bleeding, but alive—streamed across the remaining struts to safety. The engineer slammed the detonator

The mage screamed, a sound like grinding gears, and began to collapse inward, his own wild magic consuming him. But the bridge was still full of enemies. And Miko-chan ZERO's stability had dropped to 41%.

Kaito yanked her free. The second wave was larger—ten soldiers, plus a shield bearer. Behind them, the Artillery Mage raised his staff. The purple sphere began to expand.

The flare erupted directly in the Artillery Mage's face—a blinding burst of neon pink and the sound of a thousand vuvuzelas. The mage reeled, his cast disrupted, the purple sphere collapsing into a harmless puff of smoke. "Distract

He opened the summoning wheel again. YES | NO He didn't have paid currency. But he had something else: a single Desperation Spark , granted to all new commanders on first death.

The wheel spun again.