Zero’s Reign: Reincarnated with a Gacha Clone System

Soma came down the stairs, rubbing a towel through his damp red hair. He looked at Zero, who was sitting at the register, stretching his fingers like some high-stakes gambler preparing for the roll of a lifetime.

Soma yawned. "Hey, why did I have to take a bath too? You're the one rolling the Gacha."

Zero grinned without looking up. "Just trust me. It's a ritual."

Soma sighed, tossing his towel over his shoulder. "You do realize luck isn't real, right?"

Zero scoffed. "Says the guy who was literally born from my bad luck."

Soma clicked his tongue. "Fair point. Alright, let's do this."

Zero cracked his knuckles. "Here we go."

He pressed the 11-Pull option on the register.

The moment he did, the screen flickered, and just like before, eleven cards slid neatly out from the machine.

Zero and Soma stared at the stack of cards now resting in the register tray.

Zero picked up the first one. "Alright, let's see—"

+10 Magical Energy

The card glowed briefly before vanishing, absorbed into Zero's body.

He sighed. "Ugh, most of these are just Magical Energy again."

Soma, leaning against the counter, shrugged. "Well, you do need it. You nearly killed me last time trying to make a second clone."

Zero groaned and pulled the next card.

+10 Magical Energy

Then another.

+10 Magical Energy

And another.

+10 Magical Energy

By the seventh card, Zero was losing hope—until he pulled something different.

The card had a golden glow, different from the others.

It read:

Erwin Smith (Attack on Titan)

Zero blinked. "Huh. Erwin Smith."

He flipped the card to show Soma, revealing a picture of a tall blond man with a commanding presence. The description underneath listed his charismatic leadership, strategic intelligence, and ability to rally people.

Soma squinted at the card. "Hey… you're me, and you don't know who this guy is… how the hell am I supposed to know?"

Zero groaned. "Why do I keep pulling characters I've never seen before? I guess I wasn't nerdy enough in my past life."

Soma smirked. "Maybe your past self should've stopped stepping on poop and started watching anime."

Zero ignored him and pulled the next card.

+10 Magical Energy

Then another.

+10 Magical Energy

Until finally—the last card.

As soon as Zero picked it up, he immediately recognized the name.

Shinichi Kudo (Detective Conan)

Zero cheered.

"YES! I GOT CONAN!"

Soma, still chewing on a popcorn kernel he had snagged from earlier, paused.

"…Wait."

Zero grinned. "This is great! Shinichi Kudo! The greatest detective! This is perfect—I can use this to infiltrate the police as a high-ranking officer or start my own detective agency! This is huge!"

Soma frowned and pointed at the card. "Uh, Zero… look at the description."

Zero, still grinning, flipped it over to check the details.

The smile on his face instantly dropped.

Shinichi Kudo (Child Form)

Zero's eye twitched.

"…Wait. What."

Soma leaned in, grinning. "Yeah. You didn't pull Shinichi Kudo—you pulled Conan Edogawa."

Zero grabbed his hair in frustration. "SHIT! What can I even do with a damn kid?! I thought I was getting a badass detective, not an elementary school student!"

Soma patted his shoulder. "Hey, at least now you can solve crime from a legally unaccountable position."

Zero groaned loudly. "This is so useless!"

Soma, still smirking, stretched his arms. "Well, how about we sleep this one off and figure it out tomorrow?"

Zero slumped against the counter. "Yeah, yeah… Fine."

And with that, they wrapped up their night—one brother smirking, the other brooding over his most disappointing Gacha pull yet.

…

The morning light filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow inside Café Leblanc.

Zero rubbed his eyes, still waking up, while Soma adjusted his apron, already prepping for the morning rush.

Soma glanced at him. "Alright, Zero. You figure it out. I got a café to run."

Zero nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Go do your thing."

Soma grinned, rolling up his sleeves. "Good luck. Try not to pass out."

Zero took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he reached inward, trying to feel the connection again.

For a moment—nothing.

Then, a spark.

This time, he could sense it—that part of himself that had created Soma.

His eyes snapped open, and he rushed into the café to check on Soma.

Still fine.

Zero exhaled in relief. "Alright. I'm ready."

Steadying himself, he pulled a knife, cutting a small wound on his palm. The blood dripped onto the floor, and just like before—

A figure began to form.

Zero watched as the shape took form, molding into a figure with his exact appearance.

The clone's eyes opened.

It looked at Zero, scanning him from head to toe.

Then, it smirked. "Well, you worked hard to make me."

Zero let out a breath, smiling. "Of course."

The clone's smirk widened.

"And now, I will take over your place."

Its expression darkened, lips curling into an unnerving grin.

Zero blinked. "What."

The clone suddenly burst into laughter.

"AHAHAHAHA! Oh, man! You should've seen your face!" The clone slapped his knee. "I just thought you needed a cheerful joke!"

Zero exhaled sharply, pressing a hand to his chest. "Goddamn, that nearly gave me a heart attack."

The clone wiped away an imaginary tear. "Ahh, alright, alright. So, my job is to help you collect more magical energy, right?"

Zero nodded. "That's the plan."

The clone stretched. "I could do that… but I want a deal."

Zero narrowed his eyes. "What deal?"

The clone smirked. "I want you to join me. If we both collect magical energy, we'll get results faster. Just for today."

Zero thought for a moment—then grinned.

"Deal."

…

The Pinecrest Police Department was in disarray.

Detective Wolfe walked through the precinct's halls, noticing something was off.

There were more officers in restraints than yesterday.

Except this time—they weren't just patrol cops.

They were detectives.

Wolfe's eyes narrowed. He approached a nearby rookie, who stood near a holding cell. "What happened during the night shift?"

The rookie shifted uncomfortably. "They just… arrived and started detaining detectives. Then, the sergeant—the watch commander—got escorted out."

Wolfe froze.

"…Even the watch commander got looped into this?"

Before the rookie could answer, a booming voice cut through the station.

"EVERYONE, GATHER."

Captain Elara Vaelith stood in the middle of the precinct, her presence commanding and sharp.

The remaining officers assembled quickly, filling what was left of the department's ranks.

Elara's emerald eyes scanned them.

"Good morning."

A heavy silence.

Then she continued.

"The newly risen Chief of the Kingdom Police has implemented several adjustments."

She folded her arms.

"As you may have noticed from yesterday, and overnight, we conducted multiple investigations and arrests. Some of you are probably wondering—who are these unfamiliar officers making the arrests?"

She gestured toward a group of black-uniformed officers, their badges bearing a new insignia.

"They are the newly formed department: Internal Affairs."

Murmurs rippled through the crowd.

Elara ignored them.

"And they are not just here for our department."

Her gaze hardened.

"They are here for the entire Kingdom Police."

A few officers exchanged uneasy glances.

Elara stepped forward. "We are rooting out the corruption in our ranks. And judging by what we've found so far—"

Her expression darkened.

"There are more rats in this department than there are in the sewers."

The room fell silent.

Then, she turned her attention to Detective Wolfe.

"Wolfe."

He straightened immediately. "Yes, ma'am?"

Elara crossed her arms. "We are critically low on manpower. Effective immediately, you are reinstated as a full detective. I will assign another training officer for Monet."

Wolfe nodded. "Understood."

Elara's gaze swept the room one last time.

"For those of you still standing here, remember this—"

She stepped forward, her voice cold and unwavering.

"You have a choice. Adapt. Or be swept away."

With that, she turned on her heel.

"Dismissed."

The remaining officers stood in silence, realizing that the police force they once knew was about to change forever.

…

In the grand estate of House Brenford, the golden afternoon sun spilled through the large windows of the ducal manor. Inside the luxurious chamber, Duke Brenford sat on a fine velvet chair, holding his newborn son in his arms.

The three-day-old infant, a child with soft blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, cooed as the duke gently wiggled his fingers in front of him.

The powerful noble chuckled, his expression warm and affectionate.

"Such tiny hands. You'll grow strong, just like your father, won't you?"

The baby let out a small gurgle, his gaze seemingly fixated on his father's face.

Then—

A soft knock at the door.

The duke's butler, an aging yet well-trained man, stepped inside with a bow.

Despite his years, the butler's posture was rigid, his movements sharp, a testament to his past as a warrior before serving the nobility.

"My lord." The butler's voice was measured, calm.

Duke Brenford continued to rock his child, not looking up. "What is it?"

The butler stepped forward. "The newly appointed Chief of Police is continuing his work without hesitation."

The duke's smile faded.

He slowly stopped moving, his once affectionate expression hardening.

A cold silence hung in the air.

"…So our gift didn't get through to him."

His voice was devoid of warmth.

The butler lowered his head. "I personally ensured it was delivered, my lord. But he is… much tougher than we anticipated."

Duke Brenford's grip on his child tightened slightly, though not enough to harm.

The butler continued. "I believe he thinks he has power in this kingdom."

The duke let out a low breath, his fingers tapping against the baby's tiny back.

"Let him be for now." His voice was calm, but the cold edge remained.

"I will speak with the others."

The butler bowed once more. "Understood, my lord."

With that, the butler quietly exited the room.

The duke turned back to his child, resuming his gentle, fatherly demeanor.

"There, there… nothing to worry about, my boy."

Yet—

The infant's gaze remained locked on his father's face.

Unmoving.

Almost as if he understood everything that had just been said.

…

Back at Café Leblanc, the midday rush had finally settled down.

Soma climbed the stairs to the living quarters, balancing two plates of food in his hands.

"Alright, Zero. Lunch time—"

He stepped inside—

And paused.

There were two Zeros sitting at the table.

One grinned, while the other looked at Soma expectantly.

Soma blinked. "Well, you didn't tell me we had another one."

Zero chuckled. "Yeah, I finally did it. Say hi to… uh… Zero 2."

The clone smirked, leaning back. "You can just call me Z."

Soma raised an eyebrow but shrugged it off. "Alright, 'Z'."

He held up the two plates and placed them on the table. "So, these were supposed to be our lunch, but since there's two of you now… I guess I'll have to make another one."

Zero picked up a fork. "Well, you are the chef."

Soma rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Enjoy."

As he walked back to the kitchen, Zero and his clone clinked their glasses together, ready to dig in.

It was a small thing.

But now, Zero wasn't alone in his training.

Things were about to get interesting.

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