Chapter 2: The One with the First Gacha Spin
Chapter 2: The Gacha Wheel Spins
The wheel before me spun faster and faster, its segments flashing with symbols, names, and images from a dizzying variety of worlds—some familiar, some completely alien. My eyes widened as I caught glimpses of things like Sharingan, Saiyan Blood, Mjölnir, and Bankai. The colorful display of power and potential sent a thrill down my spine.
It was surreal. Here I was, in this fantasy world that already reminded me of a medieval magical universe, yet this system seemed to be pulling powers from worlds far beyond it—worlds I had read about in novels, seen in movies, and admired in anime.
As the wheel began to slow, I held my breath. The excitement that came with the idea of getting a power from another universe was almost too much to handle. I felt the tension in the air as it gradually came to a stop. My eyes locked onto the segment it landed on:
[Gwen Tennyson's Mana Constructs.]
For a moment, I blinked, trying to process what that meant. Gwen Tennyson? From Ben 10? My brain took a second to catch up, but as soon as it did, the reality of what I had just gained hit me like a truck. I can create magical constructs? Like, barriers, weapons, energy shapes... everything Gwen did in the show?
Suddenly, my body lit up with a pulse of energy. It wasn't like anything I'd experienced before. Even as a Saint-class mage, I had never felt something this... alien. The mana I was so used to manipulating, controlling, and casting felt different now—more versatile, more physical. It was as if I had unlocked a new dimension of mana use, and the potential of it was staggering.
[You have unlocked Gwen Tennyson's Mana Constructs ability.]
The voice echoed in my head, confirming the ability I now possessed. My hands tingled with the new power. Holy crap, this is real. I had a new, tangible connection to my mana, one that allowed me to shape it into actual constructs.
I couldn't wait to test this out.
While the cat-lady was still focused on steering the carriage, I raised my hand and concentrated. The mana within me, usually flowing as pure energy for spells, now felt malleable, ready to be shaped. I envisioned a simple object—something small and manageable to start with. A shield.
In a heartbeat, a glowing, translucent blue shield materialized in front of my hand, just as I imagined it. I stared at it, stunned. It wasn't like any magic I'd used before. This was different. The shield felt solid, almost like a real object made of hardened light.
I tapped it with my other hand. Solid as rock. My heart raced with excitement. I could create objects with my mana now—just like Gwen did.
"Oi, what're you doing back there?" The cat-lady's sharp voice interrupted my thoughts. Her eye darted toward me, narrowing as she noticed the glowing construct in my hand.
I flinched and let the shield dissipate, the blue light vanishing in an instant. "Nothing! Thus just practicing a new spell I recently learned" I blurted out, trying to sound casual, though my excitement was still bubbling just beneath the surface.
Her tail flicked in irritation, but she didn't say anything more. After a moment, she returned her attention to the road, though I could feel her keeping an eye on me from time to time.
As we continued on, I leaned back in the carriage, trying to focus on the new ability I had gained while also sorting through the chaotic mess that was Rudeus' memories. It was difficult. His life was so different from mine—the memories of magic training, the relationships with his family, and his deep-rooted desire to become a better person. It was all a lot to take in.
But even more overwhelming were the abilities and knowledge he had accumulated. I wasn't just some newbie in this world. No, Rudeus was already a Saint-class mage, someone who could perform magic that most people could only dream of. He had honed his craft since childhood, and now, with this new system granting me abilities from other worlds, I felt more powerful than ever.
Still, the memories were disorienting. I wasn't Rudeus, not really. I was me—stuck in this boy's body, trying to piece together what had happened. The memories felt like mine now, but at the same time, they didn't. It was all so confusing.
Author's note:- I am returned to continue to novel and finish it . thank you for the wait