[Monday, September 4, 2006 ~ Location: Manhattan, New York ~ 7:21 AM]
The alarm didn't go off—because I didn't set one.
Still, I woke up before the sun touched the high-rises. Maybe it was the constant hum of traffic and sirens. Perhaps it was the System quietly nudging me into consciousness. Or maybe it was the leftover survival instinct of someone who'd died once and wasn't keen on doing it again. The ceiling above me was cracked and yellowing with age, like it had stories of its own to tell. I stared at it for a long time, anchoring myself in the silence before movement.
When I finally stood, the System greeted me like clockwork, a soft hum in the back of my mind.
|System Quest: Awake! Start a New Day|
Time to start a new day in this world. Do what you can because that's all you can do. If not, then that's up to you.
Tier: Common
Objective:
*Attend Midtown High: Back to school, attend Midtown High for your last year of school.
*Job Hunting: Find a job to earn them big bucks!
Rewards:
5 bronze tickets
9 GP
50 EXP
$100
Reminder: First day at Midtown High begins at 8:15 AM.
|Do you accept? Y / N|
I muttered a dry "good morning" to no one, clicked yes, and shuffled to the bathroom. The shower sputtered to life, and I let the lukewarm water run over me until I was more awake than numb. The reflection in the mirror still didn't feel like mine. Same storm-grey eyes, sure, but the angles were slightly off, like an uncanny rendering. I brushed my teeth and put on the same hoodie and jeans from yesterday. Clean clothes were a luxury I hadn't figured out how to afford yet.
Breakfast was a packet of instant oatmeal made with hot water. No milk, no toppings. Just warm, tasteless mush. I ate it standing by the kitchen window, watching the city churn awake. It felt like I was outside the flow of it all, like a ghost watching the living. I also checked the system while having my breakfast. "Status."
|Username: Grayson Matthew
Level: 1 (0/100)
Race: [Human]
HP: 100 /ENE: 100
STR: 10
END: 10
AGI: 10
INT: 10
WIS: 10
LCK: ??? (Obscured)
Stat Points: 0
Inventory: [4 regular items] [4 ticket items]
Quest: [1 inprogresss]
Character Card: [Empty]
Skills: [1 skill]
Available Ticket Draws: [1 Bronze] [0 Silver] [0 Gold]
Gacha Points: 170 GP
Worlds Access: None
I grabbed my bag, locked up the apartment, and headed to the bus stop.
The public bus smelled like a mix of burnt oil and cheap air freshener. I took a seat mid-row, away from the front where the elderly and worn-out sat, but not too far back where the loud kids claimed territory. The seat beside me wasn't empty for long.
She sat down with the kind of quiet intensity that filled the space. Leather jacket, sunglasses, with a grey scarf around her neck, even though it was overcast, and a coffee cup in one hand. She looked like someone who didn't have time for nonsense and could break a man's ribs with a glance.
Jessica Jones.
I didn't say anything, but I knew her face. She probably saw the recognition in my eyes and gave me a sideways glance. Her lips twitched into a smirk like she was used to being noticed and hated it.
Then it happened. A shimmer in the air. A soft chime.
|SYSTEM NOTIFICATION|
Received Item: Silver Gacha Ticket (x1)
|Source: ??? (Fated Encounter)|
I didn't react. Just tucked the information into the back of my mind. Jessica didn't say a word either, but her eyes flicked toward me, then back out the window.
"Don't die, kid," she muttered into her coffee as she got off at the next stop.
[September 4, 2006 ~ Location: Manhattan, New York ~ 7:56 AM]
Midtown High looked like every public high school in fiction: blocky, brick, a little too proud of its outdated banners. He crossed the courtyard and stepped into the main building, clutching the printed confirmation of his transfer in his backpack. It looked like it had been designed by someone who hated teenagers. Too many corners, too many flickering lights. I stepped through the front doors and was instantly swallowed by the noise of slamming lockers and overlapping conversations. I didn't belong here. Not yet. Inside, the air smelled like floor wax and stale vending machine popcorn.
He spotted a familiar face near the front lockers—a round-faced kid with a Star Wars patch on his backpack.
Ned Leeds.
|SYSTEM NOTIFICATION|
Received Item: Bronze Gacha Ticket (x3)
Source: ??? (Fated Encounter)
"Hey," I set aside the notification. "Uh, sorry," Grayson said, stepping up. "Can you tell me where the admin office is?"
Ned blinked at him. "Oh! Uh, yeah. Down that hall, past the library. First door on your left."
"Thanks."
"No problem. You new here?"
"Just moved into the district."
"Good luck, man."
The front office smelled like dry printer paper and disinfectant. I handed over my forged documents—thanks to the Beginner Pack's Complete ID Packet—and after a few nods and the click of keys, I had a class schedule and a temporary locker.
Class wasn't hard. Not academically, anyway.
First period, English: MJ Watson sat two rows ahead, tapping a pencil and pretending to be bored. But I could see the way she paid attention. Every detail. Every line. Liz Allen was also in the class, but she focused on herself most of the time.
Second period, Physics: Peter Parker answered a question before the teacher even finished asking. He looked exhausted. Bags under his eyes, twitchy fingers. Definitely on spider duty. Ned Leads sat beside him like his partner in crime and also his best friend.
Third period, History: Felicia Hardy sat in the back, eyes narrowed, posture tight. She looked like she was waiting for something to happen—or like she'd already seen too much. Harry Osborne sat in the middle of the class, talking to the girls. Typical.
Lunch: I sat alone at a corner table. Watched the room. Counted smiles, glares, and conversations. Made a map of social hierarchies in my head.
Fourth period, Mathematics: Mr. Bennett was mid-explanation, tracing yet another equation on the board with a marker that squeaked every time he paused. Grayson's eyes followed the numbers, but his brain lagged a few seconds behind. He tried to nod like he understood—most people did—but inside, he was still trying to figure out what he was doing here.
Fifth period, Chemistry: Flash Thompson made noise, tried too hard. Gwen Stacy just looked normal, like she doesn't need to try; she is already in her element.
Sixth period, Art: Nothing happened, I was busy just sketching, painting, and such. But Michelle Jones was drawing the people in class, displaying their emotional hell.
Seventh period, P.E: Nothing but Exercises for the rest of the day, like squats, jumping jacks, sit-ups, more, and Flash mocks everyone mostly.
[September 4, 2006 ~ Location: Manhattan, New York ~ 3:19 PM ~ First-person POV]
When the final bell rang, I didn't wait to be noticed. I slipped out and made my way downtown. 'So, School went about as good a day for a transfer student as any. I talked to most of the Marvel Characters I knew from my past life, just asked for things like directions, questions, and after that, got the tickets. How many? Don't know for sure, but I think it was a good haul.'
As I was making my way downtown, I saw a potential job opportunity. The construction site was alive with noise, shouting foremen, reversing trucks, and the smell of wet concrete and diesel. I approached the foreman—big guy, yellow helmet, clipboard in hand—and asked if they were hiring.
"Can you lift?"
"Yeah."
"Then you can work."
They threw me a safety vest and assigned me to Carlos, a seasoned worker with kind eyes and a thick Brooklyn accent. Carlos introduced me to the crew—DeShawn, who was always humming old R&B tunes, Leo, who'd once been a boxer, and Tina, who could operate a forklift better than most people could drive.
I spent the afternoon hauling rebar and mixing cement. The physical strain was unlike anything I'd done before in this life. My muscles screamed. My hands blistered. But with each drop of sweat, something inside me steadied.
Lunch was simple. We sat on overturned buckets and ate under a skeletal steel frame. Carlos offered me half of his sandwich. I accepted.
"You new around here, Grayson?"
"Yeah. Starting over."
"Well, this city's a beast, but she's fair if you keep your head down."
By the end of the day, I was covered in dust, but I'd earned $60 in cash and a few nods of approval.
[September 4, 2006 ~ Location: Manhattan, New York ~ 6:55 PM]
He made a stop at a nearby grocery store—smaller, locally owned. The cashier was an old Korean man who barely looked up when Grayson entered. He took his time. He picked rice, a dozen eggs, a bundle of scallions, a pack of frozen dumplings, soy sauce, garlic, a small bag of flour, and a single chocolate bar. Essentials. Comforts. He paid using the funds that he got from his beginner pack, because why not?
[September 4, 2006 ~ Location: Manhattan, New York ~ 7:29 PM]
Back home, he unpacked everything slowly. He restocked his fridge, wiped down the counter, boiled rice, scrambled eggs, and chopped scallions. He made fried rice, then steamed dumplings. The smell was warm, homey. The flavors were salty, savory, warm, and filling, grounding me in a way instant oatmeal never could. He then left the dishes in the sink.
He then took out his books and got to studying and finished some of his assignments he was given for the next few hours. Packing it up after two hours, he thought about training the |Runic Surge Mastery| skill he got yesterday, but then thought he could do it some other time. So getting that out of the way, he got to cleaning the dishes, after finishing those, he then stepped onto the fire escape.
The night air bit at my skin. The city lights blinked far below. The city street was alive with the constant noise of the nightlife. Then by some miracle, he saw Spider-Man swinging past the front of my apartment building. He blinked. "Okay... That was Spider-Man swinging over my head five minutes ago." Shaking my head at all the craziness that will happen in the future, I sat down, back against the steel steps, and opened the System.
|System Quest: Awake! Start a New Day|
Time to start a new day in this world. Do what you can because that's all you can do.
Tier: Common
Objective:
*Attend Midtown High: Back to school, attend Midtown High for your last year of school.
*Job: Find a job to earn those big bucks!
Completed: ✅
Rewards:
5 bronze ticket ✅
9 GP ✅
50 EXP ✅
$100 ✅
|Claim Rewards? Y / N|
I clicked yes and claimed my rewards from the mission, I sat there for a while thinking about my previous life, which I couldn't remember that much, no matter how much I think about it. I turned my attention back to the system.
|Username: Grayson Matthew
Level: 1 (50/100)
Race: [Human]
HP: 100 /ENE: 100
VIT: 10
STR: 10
END: 10
AGI: 10
INT: 10
WIS: 10
LCK: ??? (Obscured)
Stat Points: 0
Inventory: [4 regular items] [4 ticket items]
Quest: [None]
Character Card: [Empty]
Skills: [1 skill]
Available Ticket Draws: [16 Bronze] [5 Silver] [1 Gold]
Gacha Points: 179 GP
Worlds Access: None
"Okay,... that is a good haul." I got at least 10 Bronze Tickets, 5 Silver Tickets, and 1 Gold Ticket while I was in school, trying to be normal like the others. Now, let's see who gave me how many tickets:
I got a silver ticket from Jessica Jones when we met on the public bus.
Ned in school got me 3 bronze tickets.
I received a silver ticket because of MJ and 2 bronze tickets from Liz.
Peter gave me a gold ticket. Now that's the Parker luck.
Felicia and Harry both gave me a silver ticket.
Flash got me a 2 bronze, and Gwen gave me a silver ticket.
Michelle gave me about 3 bronze tickets.
"A pretty good haul if I do say so myself. Okay, now's the time to roll them tickets. System, draw a Silver Ticket."
🎟️ Silver Ticket Roll – Standard Draw|
🎲 Pull Odds:
Common: 50%
Uncommon: 30%
Rare: 12%
Epic: 3%
🎯 Categories Included: Armor, Weapons, Magic, Items, Skills, Toys, Property
🌍 Worlds Included: All 107 worlds, equal odds (~0.9346% each)
🌀 Rolling...
🎉 Rarity Rolled: Uncommon
Item Name: Luma-Shard Compass
Category: Items
World: Star vs. The Forces of Evil
Rarity: Uncommon
Description: A pocket-sized magical compass embedded with a glowing Luma crystal, native to the magical dimension of Mewni. The device spins wildly in mundane areas but locks onto powerful magical anomalies, treasure, or dimensional rifts when nearby. Engraved with Mewman glyphs and decorated with pastel sparkles, it radiates light based on proximity to a magical event.
Special Effects:
*Rift Tracker: Alerts the user to unstable dimensional areas within a 300-meter radius.
*Magic Pulse Detection: Pulses light and sound when magical items or spells are nearby.
*Charm Sync: Can be attuned to a single magical item or creature to track across dimensions (must be recalibrated every 72 hours).
GP Earned: 9 GP
Recycle Cost: 60 GP
Shop Price: 350 GP
|Would you like to roll another ticket or do something else with this Item?|
A glittering compass appears in their hand, glowing faintly with pink-blue hues. It hums gently, its needle spinning until it locks onto... a building downtown.
"What... the hell is this? Star vs. The Forces of Evil? That was a cartoon. Why is it giving me magical tracking gear... here?"
The compass pulses, glowing brighter as they point east. It vibrates.
|Magic Pulse Detected.|
"...You're kidding. There's magic in this universe? Duh, of course there is. Doctor Strange, Doctor Doom, Scarlet Witch... probably even Loki. Wait, Doom's in Latveria, I think."
He glances at the skyline, where a flicker of red energy lights up a rooftop far away.
The compass pulses again, he closes it just as quickly.
"...Nope. If this thing points to danger, I want to get away from it."
He almost throws it, but then pauses.
"Unless... maybe I can find something first. A magical item. An artifact. Something to survive in this lunatic sandbox of gods and psychopaths."
The compass glows brighter. With a wild, nervous grin, he whispered:
"Alright, glitter gadget. You are gonna be my treasure hunting gear." Looking at the compass for a few more seconds, he puts it in the inventory and draws another ticket.
🎟️ Silver Ticket Roll – Standard Draw|
🎲 Pull Odds:
Common: 50%
Uncommon: 30%
Rare: 12%
Epic: 3%
🎯 Categories Included: Armor, Weapons, Magic, Items, Skills, Toys, Property
🌍 Worlds Included: All 107 worlds, equal odds (~0.9346% each)
🌀 Rolling...
🎉 Rarity Rolled: Rare
Item Name: Resonant Blade Core
Category: Weapons
World: Cyberpunk 2077
Rarity: Rare
Description: A weapon-mod core developed by Militech engineers to enhance monoblade or katana-based weapons. The core is embedded with nano-filaments and tuned resonance nodes that amplify vibration frequency, allowing for armor-piercing slashes and increased feedback damage. Glows red when activated, emitting a high-pitched hum that can instill fear in less experienced enemies.
Special Effects:
*Edge Resonance: Increases base weapon damage by 25% when installed into compatible melee weapons.
*EMP Overdrive: Once per encounter, releases a close-range EMP burst that disables electronics and augments within 5 meters.
*Neural Sync Link: If the user has cyberware, weapon swing speed is increased by 15%.
GP Earned: 21 GP
Recycle Cost: 180 GP
Shop Price: 1,400 GP
|Would you like to roll another ticket or do something else with this Item?|
A sleek, pulsing device materializes in their palm. Thin, chrome-plated, with glowing red lines tracing through it like veins. It hums in their grip, giving off faint static pulses. He stares at the mod core.
"...This is from Cyberpunk. That's—this isn't even the same kind of fiction! This isn't a lightsaber, this is corporate murder-tech!"
They flip it over in their hand and feel it sync lightly with their nervous system, despite not having cyberware. Their heartbeat slows. The thing likes them.
|EMP Overdrive: {READY}
|Neural Sync Link: Compatibility Not Detected
"So, this could, like, work on a kitchen knife or something?" He looks around, doesn't see anything, then he looks up, and sees a crowbar lying on the upper level. He pulled the crowbar from the upper level and proceeded to do the fusion of the core and the crowbar. It hisses as the core starts to fuse into its metal and begins to glow an ominous red.
|Weapon Compatible.|
|Resonance Calibrated.|
The crowbar vibrates—then sings. And he grinned. "Ok, now this is something that will be useful." He then swings the crowbar around a few times. After that, he separates them, throws the core and the crowbar into the inventory, and draws another ticket.
🎟️ Silver Ticket Roll – Standard Draw|
🎲 Pull Odds:
Common: 50%
Uncommon: 30%
Rare: 12%
Epic: 3%
🎯 Categories Included: Armor, Weapons, Magic, Items, Skills, Toys, Property
🌍 Worlds Included: All 107 worlds, equal odds (~0.9346% each)
🌀 Rolling...
🎉 Rarity Rolled: Common
Item Name: Sponge Shield Lunch Tray
Category: Armor
World: SpongeBob SquarePants
Rarity: Common
Description: A lightweight, aluminum lunch tray formerly used at Mrs. Puff's Boating School. Reinforced with jellyfish jelly and industrial bubble wrap, it surprisingly deflects low-grade attacks like thrown objects or minor energy blasts. It bears a comically heroic "Super Seaweed" logo and smells faintly of krabby patties.
Special Effects:
*Comedic Parry: 10% chance to cause attackers to fumble or slip if they strike it directly.
*Snack Holder: Comes with a pop-out tray for holding food.
*Bubble Layer: Has a single-use inflatable bubble shield that absorbs one weak hit before popping.
GP Earned: 5 GP
Recycle Cost: 10 GP
Shop Price: 60 GP
|Would you like to roll another ticket or do something else with this Item?|
In a poof of glitter and a faint honk, a tray appears in their hands. It's pastel blue, smells faintly like deep-fried grease, and has a sticker of a grinning seaweed mascot flexing.
Grayson stares at the tray in his hands with a blank expression. He blinked once. Twice.
"...You've got to be kidding me."
He tapped it. It squeaks. The tray makes a jello-like bloop when wobbled. He stares at it again.
"This is it? I'm in the same world as Thanos, and the system gives me a... cafeteria tray from SpongeBob?!"
Grayson half-laughed, half-sobbed, and muttered, "What am I supposed to do with it, slap Ultron with it and hope he trips on a banana peel?"
The tray emits a bubble and inflates slightly. A faint shield forms for two seconds, then pops.
"...Nope."
He opens the system menu, still holding the tray with two fingers like it's contagious.
|♻️ Recycle Item? [+10 GP]|
|Confirm?|
Grayson jabs the confirm button.
✅ Sponge Shield Lunch Tray has been recycled.|
The tray dissolves into cartoon sparkles, leaving behind a very faint grease stain on his shirt.
"Good riddance, now give me something real, system. And if the next thing smells like pickles, I swear I'm declaring war on Bikini Bottom. Come on," Grayson mutters, fingers clenched in prayer as he draws another ticket. "Give me something. Anything better than cafeteria armor."
🎟️ Silver Ticket Roll – Standard Draw|
🎲 Pull Odds:
Common: 50%
Uncommon: 30%
Rare: 12%
Epic: 3%
🎯 Categories Included: Armor, Weapons, Magic, Items, Skills, Toys, Property
🌍 Worlds Included: All 107 worlds, equal odds (~0.9346% each)
🌀 Rolling...
🎉 Rarity Rolled: Epic
Item Name: Cryo-Thread Cloak
Category: Armor
World: Overwatch
Rarity: Epic
Description: A high-performance tactical cloak originally designed for Mei during deep-climate operations. Reinforced with adaptive nanofibers and laced with CryoTech cooling strands, this cloak not only offers stealth in cold environments but can emit sub-zero bursts to freeze incoming projectiles or attackers. Its hexagonal weave shimmers faintly when activated and auto-adjusts to ambient temperature.
Special Effects:
*Glacier Veil: Grants temporary invisibility when standing still in cold environments or near CryoTech effects.
*Frost Barrier: Once per encounter, creates a 2-second ice shield that blocks all damage.
*Arctic Pulse: Short-range freeze burst slows enemies within 5 meters by 30% for 4 seconds (15-second cooldown).
GP Earned: 23 GP
Recycle Cost: 350 GP
Shop Price: 2,200 GP
|Would you like to roll another ticket or do something else with this Item?|
The wind stills for a second. Then, in a soft shimmer of light, the cloak materializes—folded neatly, glowing faintly blue at the seams.
Grayson stares, stunned. "No way..."
He then drapes it over his shoulders. Instantly, the chill fades. The cloak clings to him like memory foam—sleek, warm, and alive. At his touch, hexagonal threads light up, and a small UI flashes across his vision:
|Arctic Pulse: [READY]
|Glacier Veil: Passive Active
|Frost Barrier: 1 Charge Remaining
He blinks rapidly. "It's Mei's tech. Like... legit CryoTech."
"Alright then," he says softly, voice steady, "now, let's see how well this thing works."
He's sitting on the fire escape, he activates Arctic Pulse. A surge of freezing mist bursts outward, coating the entire area within a 5-meter radius of perpetual cold for four seconds. After four seconds, the mist dies down completely, and the area returns to normal.
"Okay, I know that my vigilante crusade will be a cold one." he then takes it off and puts it in the inventory. He rubs his hands and breathes into them, and sets them down. "Okay, I got 1 silver ticket left, but what I think I need are skills. Yeah, skills, something that I can use without relying on the items, like the Runic Surge Mastery skill I got from the gold ticket yesterday. Wait, or I could get magic, it's one of the categories for the Gacha, so I could get magic... Wait, what do I get if I do a focused draw on the magic category? System, what are ticket draw types?" The system chimed in as a screen materialized with glowing text.
🎫 Ticket Types|
Each ticket type determines the range of rarities you can potentially draw from:
1)Bronze Ticket
🔸 Entry-level
Available Rarities: Common, Uncommon, Rare
No access to Epic, Legendary, or Mythic items.
2)Silver Ticket
🔹 Mid-tier
Available Rarities: Common to Epic
Legendary and Mythic are not available.
3)Gold Ticket
🟡 High-tier
Available Rarities: Common to Mythic
Legendary & Mythic are extremely rare.
4)Platinum Ticket
⚪ Premium-tier
Available Rarities: Common to Mythic
Best chance for Legendary and Mythic items.
5)World Ticket(Legendary Item)
Unlocks exclusive content from specific fanfic/fictional worlds
Can be Attached (90%) or Unattached (10%)
🎯 Draw Classes
Each ticket can be used in one of these draw modes (unlocked by progression):
1)Standard Draws
Pulls randomly from all categories (e.g., Weapons, Magic, Skills, etc.)
Best odds overall for high-tier items.
2)Focused Draws
You choose one specific category to draw from.
Worse odds for high-tier items, but guaranteed category relevance.
3)World Draws
Requires a World Ticket (either attached or unattached).
Gives items tied to a specific fanfic universe (e.g., Pokémon, Marvel).
Worst odds for high rarities due to their exclusive nature.
Would you like me to show the full pull rate table for each combination of ticket?
"Okay, that explains some of it. Okay, system, what happens if I do a focused draw on the magic category?"
|Focused Draws for Magic Category|
If you perform a Focused Draw on the Magic category, here's what you can expect based on your ticket type. Focused draws limit you to the Magic category only, but come with worse overall odds than standard draws for higher rarities.
🎫 Odds for Magic Focused Draws (by Ticket Type)
Ticket Type:
1) Bronze:
*Common: 70%
*Uncommon: 25%
*Rare: 5%
2) Silver:
*Common: 55%
*Uncommon: 30%
*Rare: 13%
*Epic: 2%
3) Gold:
*Common: 40%
*Uncommon: 30%
*Rare: 18%
*Epic: 8%
*Legendary: 3.9%
*Mythic: 0.1%
4) Platinum:
*Common: 25%
*Uncommon: 25%
*Rare: 28%
*Epic: 14%
*Legendary: 7%
*Mythic: 1%
🎯 These rolls will exclusively produce items from the Magic category, such as:
*Spell scrolls
*Grimoires
*Enchantments
*Magical relics
*Mystical contracts
*Arcane rituals
*Buff/debuff charms
Would you like to roll a Focused Draw now?
"Ok, that sums everything up. But I kind of want to do a skill-focused draw because then I can get a guaranteed skill right now, and magic would give me an item in these 7 magic categories." He sits there and thinks for a while about the pros and cons of either drawing a skill ticket or a magic ticket. After a few minutes, he made his decision. "Alright, system, draw a Silver Skill Ticket."
🎟️ Silver Ticket Roll – Focused Draw|
🎲 Pull Odds:
Common: 50%
Uncommon: 30%
Rare: 12%
Epic: 3%
🎯 Category: Skills (focused draw)
🌍 Worlds Included: All 107 worlds, equal odds (~0.9346% each)
🌀 Rolling...
🎉 Rarity Rolled: Uncommon
Skill Name: Red Lotus Reflex
Category: Skills
World: Avatar (Legend of Korra - Red Lotus)
Rarity: Uncommon
Description: A combat reflex training technique originally developed by members of the Red Lotus. It teaches precise counter-movements and rapid strike redirection using chi-based intuition. While not full bending, it's a hybrid style that emphasizes quick reaction, low stances, and limb deflection. Perfect for non-benders or early-stage benders.
Special Effects:
*Reactive Posture: Grants a passive +10% chance to automatically dodge melee attacks.
*Counter Step: Successfully dodging grants a burst of movement speed for 2 seconds.
*Chi Memory: Each dodge slightly improves reflex timing for the next 10 minutes (stacking up to +15%).
GP Earned: 8 GP
Recycle Cost: 75 GP
Shop Price: 480 GP
|Would you like to roll another ticket or do something else with this Item?|
He blinks. "Red Lotus...? No way."
A ripple runs through his chest. Not pain, understanding. His muscles tighten, then loosen. His breathing shifts, deeper, more deliberate. He looks down at his hands and realizes his posture has already adjusted: back straighter, weight shifted to the balls of his feet, like he's about to move even while sitting still.
A passing car backfires. His body flinches left, smooth as water. He didn't think about it. He just... reacted. He whispers, "Whoa."
His mind pulls up the memory of Zaheer—fluid, fast, unpredictable. He's no bender, but this? This is real. Reflexes like a cobra. Muscle memory that wasn't there ten seconds ago.
He rises to his feet slowly. The iron step creaks. A part of him now registers that sound as "tactical noise." He even knows where he would shift his footing to stay silent. He looks down at his open palm, closes it into a tight fist.
"I'm not super. I'm not magic. But maybe I don't have to be. Ok, I should finish this up, only got a gold ticket left. So, draw the gold ticket." He said that as he sits back down as the wheel is spinning, after a few seconds, the wheel stops, and a screen appears.
🎟️ Gold Ticket Roll – Standard Draw|
🎲 Pull Odds:
Common: 35%
Uncommon: 30%
Rare: 20%
Epic: 10%
Legendary: 4%
Mystic: 1%
🎯 Categories Included: Armor, Weapons, Magic, Items, Skills, Toys, Property
🌍 Worlds Included: All 107 worlds, equal odds (~0.9346% each)
🌀 Rolling...
🎉 Rarity Rolled: Rare
Item Pulled: Bubble Buddy Deluxe Set
Category: Toys
World: SpongeBob
Rarity: Rare
Description: This deluxe set allows the user to create sentient bubble companions inspired by SpongeBob's iconic Bubble Buddy. Each bubble produced can take a whimsical form (humanoid, animal, or abstract creature) and can follow simple verbal commands. The kit includes a golden bubble wand shaped like a jellyfish net and a bottle of sparkling bubble solution from Goo Lagoon.
Special Effects:
*Summon Buddy: Blow a bubble that takes the form of a temporary helper for up to 10 minutes. Functions as a light labor assistant, scout, or distraction.
*Float Shield: Bubbles can form a barrier that blocks one physical attack before popping.
*Pop Burst: When destroyed, bubble buddies release a concussive pop that can knock back light enemies or extinguish flames.
GP Earned: 20 GP
Recycle Cost: 150 GP
Shop Price: 1,100 GP
|Would you like to roll another ticket or do something else with this Item?|
A small pop echoed. Something landed in his lap with a soft plop — a bottle of shimmering bubble solution and a golden jellyfish-shaped wand. For a full minute, he just stared at it.
"Seriously?"
He flipped the wand in his hand, half-expecting it to start beeping or shoot lasers. Nope. Just a bubble wand. A deluxe bubble wand.
He was in Marvel. Marvel — a world of gods, mutants, and world-ending alien invasions. And what did he pull?
Bubble Buddy Deluxe Set.
"Well, Thanos, you better watch your back. I've got a soap army coming your way," he muttered, deadpan.
He sighed, leaned back against the steps, and gave the wand a little wave, more out of boredom than hope.
Pop!
A translucent humanoid bubble hovered into the air beside him, shaped vaguely like a dancing gumdrop with tiny arms. It tilted its head as if curious.
He blinked. "Wait... are you—?"
The bubble gave him a thumbs-up.
And then the apartment across the street, the one that had been robbed twice this previous week, he heard, lit up with sirens as his bubble scout zipped through an open window, tripping the silent alarm the guy rigged up with stolen Stark tech scrap.
He stared.
"...Huh."
His lips slowly curled into a grin. "Okay. That's actually... not bad."
He raised the wand again. Another bubble took form, this one shaped like a jellyfish. It wobbled around and bumped into his knee before drifting upward.
"I'm not saying I've got Thor-level gear," he said to no one, "but this? This is weirdly useful."
And in a world where weird could survive? That might just be enough. He then threw the item in the inventory and said, "Status."
|Username: Grayson Matthew
Level: 1 (50/100)
Race: [Human]
HP: 100 /ENE: 100
VIT: 10
STR: 10
END: 10
AGI: 10
INT: 10
WIS: 10
LCK: ??? (Obscured)
Stat Points: 0
Inventory: [5 regular items] [8 ticket items]
Quest: [None]
Character Card: [Empty]
Skills: [2 skills]
Available Ticket Draws: [16 Bronze] [0 Silver] [0 Gold]
Gacha Points: 275 GP
Worlds Access: None
[September 4, 2006 ~ Location: Manhattan, New York ~ 10:02 PM]
The city never truly slept, not even for a moment. Beneath the endless hum of traffic and distant sirens, the fire escape creaked softly under his weight as he sat, elbows resting on his knees, staring out at the dim glow of Manhattan's skyline. The night air carried the usual Manhattan cocktail—hot concrete, distant car exhaust, and the faint scent of someone's takeout drifting up from the street below. The metal was cold beneath him, a welcome contrast to the relentless swirl of thoughts behind his eyes. It was 2007, but to him, it felt more like a parallel universe.
Because it was.
Two days. Forty-eight hours. That's all it had been.
He exhaled, slow and steady, watching his breath curl into the night air like smoke. The second day in this world — this universe — had come and gone. And with it, the last of any illusions he might've had. This world of capes, cosmic horrors, and headlines that could flip from celebrity gossip to alien invasion without warning. The Marvel Universe wasn't just comic book pages anymore. It was a living, breathing, terrifying thing. One wrong move and he wouldn't get a reset button, just a gravestone, if he was lucky.
The apartment behind him, dingy and furnished, felt like a home and like a checkpoint. Temporary but Permanent. Disposable but also Indisposable. Much like how he felt. The mind he carried was born in another world, shaped by fiction and fandom, and now bore the heavy weight of reality. The superheroes he once admired from a distance now moved just a few boroughs over. And somewhere out there, possibly watching, were gods, mutants, men in metal suits, and monsters in shadows.
He ran a hand through his hair, trying to ground himself. He had the Omni-Gacha, and with it, he had skills, sure. All kinds of items, of course. Knowledge, maybe. But none of that guaranteed survival. Not here. Not where collateral damage came with a smile and a press conference.
Still, something in him wouldn't back down. Not yet.
He looked out over the city again, lips curling into something between a smirk and a grimace.
"Day two," he muttered to no one, voice barely a whisper. "Still breathing. Guess that counts for something."
Now, on his second night, the noise of the city didn't bother him. It was almost comforting, a distraction from the thrum of anxiety pounding in his chest. His fingers tightened. He had too many thoughts, too many what-ifs. The glowing billboard across the street flashed a Stark Industries ad. He squinted, wondering how long it would be before things started unraveling. How long before he'd hear the name S.H.I.E.L.D., or see someone come after him for no reason at all?
And then he sat there in silence, the chill of the night biting at his skin, the stars above faint and distant. Somewhere deep inside, beneath the tension and disbelief, a resolve was forming, quiet, steady, and sharp. This world was dangerous, yes—but it was also full of chances.
Maybe even purpose. The city kept moving below him, uncaring and unstoppable. This world didn't know him yet.
But it would.
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A/N: Hello, it's me, the Author, sorry about the premature upload. It was 3 AM, and it turned to Friday, so I thought I forgot to upload. Please comment if you have any suggestions or see a problem. Also, how many stat points should he gain when he levels up? I am between 3 and 5. And also tell me, if I should make an aux chap for the Status with every item detail? I am uploading only one chapter a week because I am writing the 4th chapter after this is uploaded. So, it will be a while before I upload 2 chapters a week. Bye.