[Monday, September 11, 2006 ~ Location: Manhattan, New York ~ 9:27 PM]
A lot has happened since I have been transmigrated into this Universe. A week slipped by, and within those seven fast-paced days, Grayson Matthew began to etch a fragile but determined groove into the fabric of his new life. The relentless energy of New York City surged around him, a whirlwind of sound and movement that seemed indifferent to individual struggles. Yet, he found himself gradually adapting, like a ship adjusting its sails to a shifting wind.
Each day, establishing a routine became his shield against the chaos, providing a sense of stability in a city that thrived on unpredictability. The small wins—like mastering the subway system or striking up a conversation with a stranger—became the bright markers of his progress, illuminating his path forward.
Though he didn't possess superhuman abilities, Grayson embraced a mindset that mirrored that of a hero, approaching each day with the optimism and tenacity of someone who believed in his potential. Each gacha ticket he collected and every sore muscle he endured were not just signs of effort; they were testaments to his commitment to rise above the challenges of his new urban adventure. How did his week go? Well, see for yourself.
[Day One – Tuesday, September 5, 2006]
The sun hadn't even breached the skyline when Grayson rolled out of bed. He took a breath, feeling the stiffness in his limbs, and remembered the newly unlocked quest:
|System Quest: The Burden! To Be The Strongest!|
It's Time to get up and be the MAN! And to be The MAN, you have to be STRONG! So, Go and Get That Strength!
Tier: Uncommon
Objective:
100 pushups
100 sit-ups
100 squats
10km run.
Rewards:
2 bronze tickets
20 GP
15 EXP
$50
*Repeatable
|Do you accept? Y / N|
Sung Jin-Woo's Workout. A gift from the system after proving his consistency. It felt like a cruel joke at first, but something about the repetition centered him. Grayson almost laughed, but shrugged. "Why not?" So, he selected Yes. It took him longer than he'd admit, and he barely made it through the jog without wheezing, but the System dinged with a completed quest, and he claimed his hard-earned rewards.
After cleaning up and a cold shower, he caught the morning bus to Midtown High. This time, he found himself sitting beside Peter Parker. The kid was nerdy, shy, and polite. After a clumsy introduction and a shared laugh over a poorly timed sneeze, the two hit it off. Grayson liked that. They clicked faster than expected, and Ned soon joined in. Peter invited him to sit with him and Ned Leeds at lunch. And by lunch, he had a solid duo to hang out with, people who didn't ask too many questions. They talked about science class, the insane amount of homework, and even some conspiracy theories about the Bugle's Spider-Man coverage.
After school, it was off to his shift at the construction site, helping unload a truck full of rebar and learning how to mix cement, where he put in hard labor until the sun started to dip. His body ached, but the pain was grounding. When he got home, he pulled out his school assignments and knocked them out quickly. Before bed, he practiced the |Red Lotus Reflex|, a movement skill from his last gacha roll that helps with precise counter-movements and rapid strike redirection using chi-based intuition. It made his veins feel hot and electric. It left scorch marks on the alley wall behind his apartment—he made a note to find somewhere safer to train. Tired but satisfied, he called it a night.
[Day Two – Wednesday, September 6, 2006]
Tuesday began like Monday. The morning started the same way: grueling reps of the daily quest, collecting his rewards, followed by a cold shower, coffee, breakfast, and the same bus route. Midtown felt less foreign now, started to feel almost normal. He met Peter and Ned at their usual spot. Peter greeted him like an old friend, and Grayson found himself genuinely smiling more than usual, and they talked comics and hypothetical hero matchups over lunch. He didn't say much—just listened. Observing was more valuable.
After school, he clocked into work. After work, though, things got interesting. On his way home after his shift, he accidentally bumped shoulders with a mountain of a man. The man didn't budge an inch. "Watch where you're going, kid," Luke muttered, though not harshly. Grayson apologized, then quickly added, "You're Luke Cage, right?" Luke squinted at him, but said nothing more before nodding and walking off. The system chimed in moments later:
|SYSTEM NOTIFICATION|
Received Item: Silver Gacha Ticket (x1)
|Source: ??? (Fated Encounter)|
Back home, completed his assignments, then he practiced |Red Lotus Reflex| again, sweat soaked through his shirt, dripping from his brow as the apartment walls pulsed with warmth. He finished the night with a grin, realizing that proximity to power wasn't just metaphorical anymore, then crashed on the bed headfirst.
[Day Three – Thursday, September 7, 2006]
Another morning? Check. Same workout? Check. Claimed rewards? Check. Midtown with Peter and Ned? Check. Homework dragging him down? Definitely. Same steps? Check. But today, today was different. Fate shifted slightly.
After school, Grayson was walking toward his construction job when he noticed a crowd forming near a downtown bank. Sirens blared through the city. Grayson caught sight of flashing lights and a gathering crowd, curiosity pulled him closer. A bank robbery was in progress or had been. Smoke curled from the shattered windows, alarms blared, and chaos echoed off the pavement. Before he could decide whether to turn back, Spider-Man swung out of a broken window, webbing up the last of the masked robbers.
Police swarmed the area, taking statements. Grayson stayed out of sight, heart pounding. He watched as Spidey handed things off to the cops with a casual joke and gestured animatedly. Then the hero was gone, swinging off into the skyline like a red-and-blue bullet.
The System didn't reward him this time, but his instincts buzzed. "I need to get stronger," he murmured. Grayson shook himself from the awe and made it to work barely on time, and worked a double shift to make up for the delay. When he got home, he practiced |Red Lotus Reflex| and reflected on the moment. The line between spectator and participant felt thinner now.
[Day Four – Friday, September 8, 2006]
Routine. Familiarity.
Thursday was uneventful but productive. Grayson nailed the daily workout quest faster than before, collected his rewards. School slipped by in a blur of quizzes and cafeteria chatter. The regulars at the construction site had warmed up to him—Eddie, a guy in his 30s with a shaved head, shared half his meatball sub at lunch, and Maria, one of the crane operators, teased Grayson for how much he grunted lifting drywall. Back at home, he finally noticed a difference in his stamina. He pushed |Red Lotus Reflex| harder than ever, to make it his own by muscle memory. And he was making progress.
Grayson started seeing the rhythms of his day not as monotony, but as the training montage before something big. He hadn't earned the title of "hero" yet, but every hour counted. Nothing major happened that day.
Wake. Train. School. Friends. Work. Study. Practice.
That wasn't a bad thing.
[Day Five– Saturday, September 9, 2006]
No school today. No alarm clock.
Which meant he could train longer. Grayson still woke up early, with the sun, body aching with the good kind of pain. He finished his full morning routine before 9 AM, claimed his rewards. He went to the first floor to pay the rent to the landlord and then went back to his room and freshened up. Then he grabbed a granola bar, packed a thermos, and then searched Manhattan's borders for an empty warehouse. He then took the subway toward the edge of Hell's Kitchen. There, past the train yard and graffiti-laced walls, He found an old warehouse with a half-collapsed roof on the outskirts of Hell's Kitchen—rusted, abandoned, but structurally sound. Perfect for training.
There, he practiced |Runic Surge Mastery|. The energy resisted him at first, then trickled in with every stance and shout. His breathing techniques synced with the humming static in his bones. It wasn't flashy, but it was real. It coursed arcane energy through his body in bursts, letting him amplify strength and speed—but only for short durations. It drained energy like crazy. The spells it had were something else. Almost for every situation.
🌟 Runic Surge - Skill Spells|
🔹 Level 1 Spells
1. Runic Pulse:
*Effect: Unleashes a small wave of arcane energy from the user's rune-inscribed weapon or hand, in a cone.
*Extra: Targets hit must succeed or have their next spell cost doubled.
3. Runic Haste:
*Effect: Activate speed glyphs under your feet, +10 movement speed, advantage on DEX.
*Extra: Dash as a bonus action during this time for 3 rounds.
3. Rune Flare:
*Effect: Creates a burst of radiant runes around the caster.
*Extra: Blind enemies until the end of their next turn.
🔹 Level 2 Spells [🔒]
1. Runeweave Shield:
*Effect: Constructs a protective barrier of floating runes around the caster or an ally for 1 minute or until hit.
*Extra: If the shield is broken, it explodes in a blast of force damage to nearby enemies.
2. Engrave Weapon:
*Effect: Imbue a weapon with a glowing rune for 1 minute. The weapon deals an additional arcane damage on hit.
*Extra: If the weapon crits, the rune explodes, knocking the target prone.
3. Glyph Spark:
*Effect: Launch a crackling glyph of energy at a single enemy.
*Extra: If cast while standing on a rune, the damage increases to 2-fold.
🔹 Level 3 Spells [🔒]
1. Surge Step:
*Effect: Blink forward into a dash/teleport in a line of glowing runes for 30 feet.
*Extra: Leaves a rune trap behind that explodes if an enemy steps on it.
2. Runic Echo:
*Effect: Your last cast spell echoes 1 round later, targeting the same area. Does not cost energy again but can only echo a spell of Level 2 or lower.
*Extra: Echo appears with a visual rune sigil countdown before casting.
3. Seal of Binding:
*Effect: Place a binding rune beneath an enemy. As there are restrained for 2 rounds.
*Extra: If the enemy is already slowed or debuffed, they are at a disadvantage.
🔹 Level 4 Spells [🔒]
1. Arcane Overload:
*Effect: Enter a Runic Overdrive state for 30 seconds or 3 turns. Can only use Level 3 or lower.
*Extra: +2-fold to all spells, reduced energy cost, auto-cast Runic Pulse on melee hit.
2. Mirror Glyph:
*Effect: Summon a rune clone that mimics your spells at half power for 3 turns.
*Extra: Only mimics Level 3 or lower spells.
3. Sigil of Suppression:
*Effect: Carve a massive rune of 15-ft of radius that nullifies enemy magic for 1 minute (Concentration).
*Extra: Disadvantage on spell attacks, teleportation fails.
🔹 Level 5 Spells [🔒]
1. Sigil Storm:
*Effect: Unleash a storm of chaotic runes in a 20-ft radius. Choose force, fire, or lightning.
*Extra: Enemies must surrender or have a disadvantage on their next action.
2. Elder Rune: Detonation:
*Effect: Plant a massive delayed rune bomb with 5-fold force, with an expulsion of 20-ft radius.
*Extra: Enemies who fail to dodge the force expulsion are stunned for 1 round.
3. Chronorune Break:
*Effect: Bend time briefly using an ancient time glyph for 10 seconds. Take one additional action this turn. Can't cast another Level 5 spell until the next day.
|*Extra: Your next spell ignores resistances.
The results were inconsistent—sometimes he'd overshoot a jump and slam into a beam—but it was thrilling. After a few hours, he cleaned up, headed to his construction shift, and worked till sundown. On his way home, he grabbed eggs, bread, and ramen from a corner store, paid with beginner pack funds still unspent, then made scrambled eggs and toast for dinner. He trained a little more, focusing on |Red Lotus Reflex| movement drills, and spent the evening on the fire escape staring at the stars. Then went back inside and fell asleep early.
[Day Six – Sunday, September 10, 2006]
Sunday mirrored Saturday. His routine solidified. Morning quest? Easier now, with the incentive of his rewards. Training in the warehouse became his escape—no noise, no pressure. Just progress. His strikes with |Runic Surge Mastery| left small dents in support pillars, and his energy reserves were climbing. He decided to incorporate |Runic Surge Mastery| into |Red Lotus Reflex| drills today. The synergy was chaotic but promising. He imagined himself dodging lasers or outrunning explosions. Maybe one day soon. Then work, then home. He adjusted the Red Lotus and Runic Surge into alternating intervals to avoid strain.
At the job site, Steve shared half his lunch. Marco even nodded once. Progress in social stats, maybe? Later in the evening, Maria from the site texted to say the crew liked having him around. He smiled at the message longer than he'd expected. That evening, back at his apartment, he cooked curry rice with whatever he had left, then practiced both |Red Lotus Reflex| in the cramped living room. By the time he clocked out for the day, he was exhausted—but fulfilled.
[Day Seven – Monday, September 11, 2006, ~ 10:02 PM]
Monday hit like routine clockwork: training, school, and work. He woke up sore but driven. Another round of push-ups, squats, and running, after that a cold shower, and he claimed his rewards. He sparred lightly with Peter in gym class—Peter pulled his punches, Grayson noticed it, and kept that to himself. During School, Grayson saw some people whom he hadn't seen the previous week, but he had a feeling he would see them again, also a teacher was caught using drugs at school, so he was fired and arrested, after that, they say that we will be getting a substitute teacher the next day. Students also had to select an elective and a STEM option by the end of the day, so Grayson chose the computer science elective and the engineering and design STEM option, then, after school, he went to work. After work, the day took a strange turn. As he reached his building, something flickered in the alley, light refracting off air. He tensed but saw nothing. Brushing it off, he returned home. Groceries were low again, but he had enough leftovers to scrape together a meal. That night[1], he climbed to his fire escape, warm summer wind brushing his face. The city buzzed below. He pulled up the system to see his progress.
|System Alert: Welcome Back!|
After a week of inactivity, the user has returned. So, the user will be given gifts for returning to the system after a week of inactivity.
Rewards:
50 GP ✅
1 Silver Ticket ✅
|Welcome back, User.|
|System Alert: Congratulations! You have Level Up!|
For reaching the next level through your hard work. We are rooting for you to keep this up.
Rewards:
+1 to every Stat
Stat Points
1 Silver Ticket ✅
50 GP ✅
10,000 $ ✅
*Please remember that all the rewards will be halved at the next level up. It encourages user self-growth through the system. The gold ticket will turn into a silver ticket.
|Claim the rewards? Y / N|
Grayson stared at the screens for a long moment, a slow breath leaving his lips. Ten thousand dollars. That wasn't pocket change—that was rent for over a year. It was groceries. It was clean clothes. It was security.
But the part that struck him most wasn't the cash. It was the reminder.
"Rewards will be halved next time…"So this wasn't just generosity—it was structure. A nudge to push forward without becoming dependent. Like a parent gently letting go of the training wheels.
He smiled faintly, a rare, quiet grin. "Yeah," he said softly. "Let's claim it."
He reached out with a thought.
|Rewards Claimed. Congratulations, Grayson.|
|Bank Balance Updated. Silver Ticket Added to Inventory. GP Increased.|
The glow faded from the panel, leaving behind a sense of momentum. He felt something stir deep within, like the gears of a larger machine shifting for the first time.
And somewhere, in the metaphysical archives of his System, another checkpoint was marked. Another step forward.
He turned to the window, staring out at the city that hadn't even noticed. But he had. And it mattered. He pulls up has status panel.
|Username: Grayson Matthew
Level: 2 (55/200)
HP: 120 /ENE: 120
VIT: 12
STR: 12
END: 12
AGI: 12
INT: 12
WIS: 12
LCK: ??? (Obscured)
Stat Points: 0
Inventory: [5 regular items] [8 ticket items]
Quest: [1 in progress]
Character Card: [Empty]
Skills: [2 skills]
Available Tickets: [37 Bronze] [3 Silver] [0 Gold]
Gacha Points: 515 GP
Worlds Access: None
"System, Exchange bronze tickets for silver tickets." He sat on the creaky metal steps of the fire escape. New York's nighttime hum rose from the alley below, the distant wail of sirens, the occasional clatter of garbage cans, and someone yelling at someone else two floors down. Normal stuff. At least, it used to be.
🎫 Conversion Details:
You are exchanging Bronze Tickets for Silver Tickets.
Exchange Rates:
10 Bronze → 1 Silver
10 Silver → 1 Gold
10 Gold → 1 Platinum
Result:
30 Bronze Tickets → 3 Silver Tickets
|7 Bronze Tickets remain.|
The screen flickered as he tapped through the gacha system again. Five silver tickets now. Just like that. "Ten bronze for one silver," he muttered. "So I do it three times and... yeah. 3 silvers from the exchange, 1 from Luke Cage, and 1 from the level up. 5 Silvers. Easy math."
But it wasn't the numbers that got him. It was that he was doing this in Marvel. "System, pull up my tickets."
|Your Current Tickets|
Here's an updated summary of your tickets:
Bronze Tickets: 7
Silver Ticket: 6
Gold Tickets: 0
Platinum Tickets: 0
World Tickets: 0
Would you like to:
Use one of your tickets?
Learn more about tickets?
[Return to Main Menu?]
He leaned back against the railing, the steel cold against his hoodie, and stared up at the slice of sky squeezed between crumbling brick. Somewhere out there in the future, there will be a guy in a flying metal suit, might be testing repulsors, or some green rage monster might be napping if he was lucky. This wasn't cosplay, it wasn't a game. He was here. He existed in a world where Thanos had once been real, and where people like Doctor Strange might notice if you start messing with dimensional systems. And he was burning tickets from a gacha system, like this was just another Tuesday.
"I traded game currency... in a universe where Stark tech exists," he whispered, laughing under his breath. It was breathless and weird, the kind of laugh that ended with a quiet "what the hell am I doing?"
The silver tickets glowed faintly, almost real now. His system didn't just look like the kind of apps that people made, he used to grind back in his old life. It functioned. It gave real things. Useful things. Dangerous things.
He should've felt panic. Or awe. Maybe guilt. But instead, there was this buzz of anticipation under his skin — not fear, not quite thrill, but something close to both. Because in a world full of super-soldiers, gods, and aliens, he had a system that turned tickets into power.
"Six silvers, alright," he said again, like it was a lifeline. "Let's see what kind of chaos the multiverse throws at me tonight. Draw a silver ticket." He watched as the interface burst open in front of his eyes, pixels of light swirling like a vortex above the skyline.
|🎟️ Silver Ticket Roll – Standard Draw|
🎲 Pull Odds:
Common: 50%
Uncommon: 30%
Rare: 12%
Epic: 3%
🎯 Category: Armor, Weapons, Magic, Items, Skills, Toys, Property
🌍 Worlds Included: All 107 worlds, equal odds (~0.9346% each)
🌀 Rolling...
🎉 Rarity Rolled: Rare
Item Pulled: Hellsing Instinct Protocol
Category: Skills
World: Hellsing (Ultimate)
Rarity: Rare
Description: A battle-hardened awareness and reflex program derived from the Hellsing Organization's elite training regime and Alucard's predatory perception. This skill represents a fusion of human discipline and supernatural predation, allowing the user to read hostile intent through micro-movements and atmospheric pressure. It awakens dormant hunter instincts, sharpens spatial awareness, and trains the body to respond before the mind can catch up.
Special Effects:
*Predator's Gaze: Passively detects threats in a 10-meter radius, even behind cover or walls (non-magical only).
*Killzone Analysis: Once per minute, slow time for 2 seconds in high-threat combat (passive) to reposition or dodge.
*Adrenaline Trigger: Boosts perception and coordination by +20% during ambushes, stealth operations, or blood-scented environments.
GP Earned: 12 GP
Recycle Cost: 220 GP
Shop Price: 1,600 GP
|Would you like to roll another ticket or do something else with this Item?|
His eyes widen. His breath catches. For a second, everything around him quiets. "Wait… Hellsing? That's not a skill. That's a war doctrine."
Then it hits him.
His skin tingles like it's bristling with static. His heartbeat slows, not out of fear, but focus. The hairs on the back of his neck stand up as if someone's watching. No… not watching. Lurking.
His eyes dart to the alley below, empty, but his gut screams otherwise. Every shadow suddenly means something. Every breeze carries weight. The flutter of a pigeon overhead, the car engine two blocks over—all of it sharpens. The rustling bag in the gutter? That's too consistent to be wind. It's like the city's been stripped naked. And he's seeing its bones.
"...Holy sh*t."
His pupils dilate as a name surfaces in his mind—Hellsing. The hunters of monsters. The art of turning human instinct into a weapon. This isn't a superpower—it's apex conditioning.
A screen flashes before his eyes:
|🧠 Killzone Analysis: [Primed]
👁️ Predator's Gaze: [Active]
|💉 Adrenaline Trigger: [Standby] — [threat presence required]
He stands slowly, the metal under his feet groaning. But now he's hyperaware of everything. The sound, the angle, the way each window vibrates from distant subway rumbles.
Someone below is watching. He doesn't know how, but he knows. He smiles—his first real smile since landing in this universe.
"This'll do," he whispers. "This'll definitely do." Just as he said that, he felt something change in the air. He felt his pupils constrict slowly. Heat flushes his skin. A screen flashes in front of him.
Predator's Gaze Activated.
Threats within 10 meters: … … 4 Hostiles Detected.
Location: Alley Below.
His body moved before his brain finished processing the system notification. He jerks forward slightly. Slowly, he leaned over the railing. Hears it now. Voices—low, slurred, laughing. From the alley under the fire escape.
Below, just at the edge of the faint glow of a busted streetlamp, four men surrounded a woman. Her back was to the wall, arms clutched defensively around herself. One of the men grabbed her wrist hard enough to make her cry out.
"C'mon, sweetheart. Don't be like that," said the one in the Yankees jacket, his voice oozing sleaze. "You owe my buddy here a thank-you. You look like you could use a little attention," another snorted, stepping closer.
She kicked at them, voice shaking. "Get the hell off me! Stay away!"
The fourth guy, tall and twitchy, cracked his knuckles. "You scream again, I'll break your jaw. Just be quiet, and it'll go easy." Then, a soft chime in his mind. A system prompt appears:
|🔔Emergency Quest: Urban Intervention|
Rescue the Woman from the 4 thugs and eliminate all threats.
Tier: Rare
Objective:
(0/4) Threats to neutralize.
(0/1) Civilian to save.
Rewards:
1 silver ticket
79 GP
100 EXP
$2500
|Do you accept? Y / N|
His fist tightens. No hesitation. He clicked yes. The fire escape groans as he stands. Calmly. With minimal time, Grayson mentally maps the situation:
*Environmental Advantage: He's above them (fire escape). Dark. No street cameras nearby.
*Enemy Formation: Clustered around the victim. One is a lookout, two are armed, and one has melee focus.
*Strategic Goals:
Neutralize without lethal force.
Avoid being overwhelmed.
Ensure the safety of the woman.
He removed the |Cryo-Thread Cloak| from the inventory and put it on as a chill ran down his spine, and he pulled up the hood. He also pulls out the crowbar and the |Resonant Blade Core| and fuses them together. The crowbar slowly hums until it sings and glows an ominous red as the fusion completes. He calls forth his energy in his hand to power the Arcane skill, as around his hand glows faint blue sigils of |Runic Surge|. A screen flashed before him:
|Glacier Veil: [Active.]
|Arctic Pulse: [Ready.]
|Resonant Blade Core: [Synced.]
|Runic Surge: [Armed.]
|Red Lotus Reflex: [Primed.]
|Killzone Analysis: [Armed.]
He mutters, "Alright. Four guys. One woman. One entrance. They're close. She's scared. I've got the drop."
The Plan:
Use Glacier Veil — Step off the fire escape unseen in the shadows.
Activate Arctic Pulse when on the ground — Disorient and freeze the movement of the enemies.
Go in with the crowbar for close-combat, aiming for joints.
Use Killzone Analysis during chaos — React faster than they can think.
Protect the woman and scare the rest off.
He takes a breath. The wind blew his cloak back. He moved, and as he reached the railing, he leapt.
The fire escape clanged once as he descended silently into the alley's shadows. He hit the pavement in a crouch, unnoticed. The air froze around him—literally. His Cryo-Thread Cloak pulsed, releasing a wave of Arctic Pulse that swept across the asphalt in a ring of mist and ice.
"What the—?!" The tallest thug stumbled, slipping backward. Another's breath caught mid-laugh as his hands turned numb.
He emerged from the fog. Hood up. Face calm and covered. The crowbar was glowing red with humming energy.
"Walk away," he said, his grip tightening around the crowbar.
Yankee Jacket stepped forward, sneering. "Who the hell are you supposed to be? Robin Hood?"
Killzone Analysis Triggered
Time slowed. One thug reached for a knife behind him. The thug moved towards him. The system outlined his move in red before he even twitched. He shifted sideways, the knife whizzed past, Grayson grabbed the attacker's wrist, and slammed the crowbar into his ribs. The man folded, wheezing as he dropped the knife and fell to the ground.
Another thug charged at Grayson. He pivoted. Counter Step. His feet glided along the frost-slick pavement as he dodged the swing, then struck low, taking out the knee. He fell, crying out, clutching his knee. The third one came from the side, arms spread wide for a tackle. Grayson slid beneath his arms and struck him in the ribs, as a cracking sound emerged, probably from the thug's now broken rib. He dropped.
The fourth one panicked. "Screw this, I didn't sign up for this!" the thug pulled a gun and aimed at Grayson and fired.
|Frost Barrier: Active
A translucent shimmer flared as a bullet struck the barrier harmlessly, giving him the perfect moment to close in and disarm the last one. His elbow cracked the man's jaw. And then hit him with a |Runic Pulse| as the guy is then blown back, hitting the wall, then dropping to the ground.
Silence. The mist fully cleared. All four were on the ground—groaning, out cold, or limping away. The woman stared at him, wide-eyed, still against the wall.
"Are you okay?" he asked, tone low but steady.
She nodded slowly. "Y-Yeah. I… I didn't think anyone—thank you."
He gave her a quick nod and turned to leave. "Wait," she called after him. "Who are you?"
He paused for a second, still walking as he stepped back into the shadows. "...Nobody important. Yet."
He climbs back up the fire escape, breathing heavily. He dropped onto the metal steps, sweat cooling against his skin. The city resumes its indifferent hum. A system prompt flickers before him:
|🔔Emergency Quest: Urban Intervention|
Rescue the Woman from the 4 thugs and eliminate all threats.
Tier: Rare
Objective:
(4/4) Threat neutralized. ✅
(1/1) Civilian saved. ✅
Completed: ✅
Rewards:
1 silver ticket ✅
79 GP ✅
100 EXP ✅
$2500 ✅
|Do you accept? Y / N|
He closed his eyes. You did well. The thrill had passed. Now came the reflection. He sinks onto the same iron step, soaking in sweat and frost. Staring out at the skyline, he whispers,
"I reacted fast, but not flawlessly. But not silent enough. I let one guy get to his weapon. That shouldn't have happened. I could've used the Hellsing slow-time sooner and hit two of them at once. Should've struck with an opening Runic Pulse first...
Arctic Pulse worked well… but if I combine it with the Lotus Step's speed burst, I could probably take two at once before they even draw. And that pistol—what if it had been an energy pistol or something more dangerous? I need to have a counter to technology.
And the crowbar swing—too wide. I'm not precise yet. The instincts are working. The cloak works. But I need a ranged option. If I can't close the distance, I'm dead. That's next on the list. Something that hits harder... or hits first."
He exhales. Fists unclench. His thoughts clear the mind fog as they go back to the woman he saved.
"I saved her. But I won't be able to save everyone. And next time... I'll be better." He whispered. "But I need more than just instincts. I need control."
He looks at the glowing UI before him and smirks, tired but alive. The city didn't answer. But the system was still watching. And the next challenge was already lining up. He looked at his hands. They didn't tremble.
"I'm getting better,"
The city didn't answer. But the system was still watching. And the next challenge was already lining up.
"Bring on the next one, I'll be Ready. System, accept the rewards, and draw a silver ticket." He said that as he begins to take oy the cloak and puts it in the inventory, after that he defuses the crowbar and the core and puts them in the inventory. As the silver ticket reveals what he got.
|🎟️ Silver Ticket Roll – Standard Draw|
🎲 Pull Odds:
Common: 50%
Uncommon: 30%
Rare: 12%
Epic: 3%
🎯 Category: Armor, Weapons, Magic, Items, Skills, Toys, Property
🌍 Worlds Included: All 107 worlds, equal odds (~0.9346% each)
🌀 Rolling...
🎉 Rarity Rolled: Uncommon
Item Name: Ninjago Stealth Band
Category: Property
World: Ninjago
Rarity: Uncommon
Description: A cloth band worn traditionally by members of the Ninjago stealth clans. Despite its simple appearance—black, lightweight, slightly frayed—the band is enchanted with elemental shadow energy. When tied around the wrist, ankle, or forehead, it grants basic stealth enhancements and blends the user's outline into their environment.
Special Effects:
*Shadow Blend: The User becomes 20% harder to detect visually in dim or dark environments.
*Silken Steps: Footfalls become muffled; grants +15% movement silence.
*Alert Sense: The Band lightly vibrates when a hostile gaze or detection ability targets the wearer.
GP Earned: 6 GP
Recycle Cost: 55 GP
Shop Price: 340 GP
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A soft flutter of cloth lands in his lap. It's just a strip of dark fabric—black, a bit frayed at the edges, lightweight. At first glance, it looks like something out of a thrift store bin.
He picks it up, turns it over. "Ninjago... huh. Lego ninjas. Seriously?"
Still, he ties it around his wrist.
The moment the knot pulls tight, the world changes.
Sound dampens. His heartbeat feels louder than the city. His skin prickles—not from cold, but from something else. Awareness. Every gust of wind, every shifting shadow suddenly means something.
He shifts his foot slightly—no sound. Tries again—nothing. Even the creak of the fire escape quiets like it's been told to hush.
Just then,
🔔 Alert Sense: Subtle Detection Identified (Low Threat - Civilian Surveillance Camera)
He glances upward. There's a small camera mounted in the corner of a window above. He never noticed it before. Now he feels it. Feels its gaze.
"…Okay. This isn't just Lego magic."
He crouches, breath steady, movements silent. For a moment, he vanishes into the shadows of the stairwell. A slow smile crosses his face.
"I don't need a cape," he murmurs. "Just a head start." And with that, he melts into the shadows, the city none the wiser. He takes the band off and into the inventory it goes, as he draws another silver ticket.
|🎟️ Silver Ticket Roll – Standard Draw|
🎲 Pull Odds:
Common: 50%
Uncommon: 30%
Rare: 12%
Epic: 3%
🎯 Category: Armor, Weapons, Magic, Items, Skills, Toys, Property
🌍 Worlds Included: All 107 worlds, equal odds (~0.9346% each)
🌀 Rolling...
🎉 Rarity Rolled: Uncommon
Item Name: Freelancer Signal Beacon
Category: Item
World: Anthem
Rarity: Uncommon
Description: A standard emergency beacon used to call for assistance from nearby Freelancers. While weak on its own, it can deter minor threats or request fast extraction.
Special Effects:
*Quick Evac: Teleports user to a safe zone (once per mission).
*Disruption Ping: Confuses low-tier enemies in a 10-meter radius for 5 seconds.
GP Earned: 8 GP
Recycle Cost: 150 GP
Shop Price: 800 GP
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He turned the item over in his hands, still not quite believing it had appeared at all. Freelancer Signal Beacon, the soft interface screen read, pulsing with a faint blue light.
"From Anthem of all things?" he muttered to himself, thumbing the metal casing. It was compact, about the size of a deck of cards, with worn indentations along its edge, like it had seen battle before it even got to him.
He shifted on the step, hoodie sleeves pushed to his elbows, and stared down at the beacon again. Quick Evac. Disruption Ping. The kind of thing you scoff at in a game for being too situational. But this wasn't a game. Not anymore.
He clicked the beacon once, and a holographic flicker glowed out—a simple grid of a map, with his apartment blinking at the center. No fanfare, no tutorial. Just cold functionality.
In a world like Marvel's—where superhumans fought on rooftops, and alien invasions weren't theoretical—something like this was a lifeline. A second chance. A getaway button when things turned sideways, and in this city, they always did.
Aaron exhaled slowly, resting his elbows on his knees. "Uncommon tier," he said with a dry chuckle. "Guess I'm still not important enough for a Stark suit... but this?"
He tucked the beacon into his jacket.
"This could save my ass."
And for tonight, that was enough. He put the beacon into the inventory and drew another ticket. He whispers. "Alright, one more."
|🎟️ Silver Ticket Roll – Standard Draw|
🎲 Pull Odds:
Common: 50%
Uncommon: 30%
Rare: 12%
Epic: 3%
🎯 Category: Armor, Weapons, Magic, Items, Skills, Toys, Property
🌍 Worlds Included: All 107 worlds, equal odds (~0.9346% each)
🌀 Rolling...
🎉 Rarity Rolled: Common
Item Name: Goomba Plush
Category: Toys
World: Super Mario
Rarity: Common
Description: A squishy, palm-sized plush toy of the iconic Goomba from the Mushroom Kingdom. Soft and floppy with stitched-on angry eyebrows, it's a child's comfort item and collector's piece. While it seems useless at first glance, this little guy holds a tiny spark of strange, persistent energy—something that refuses to die even when stomped.
Special Effects:
*Stubborn Soul: Cannot be destroyed or lost, no matter the damage or dimension.
*Mood Buffer: Slightly improves morale and mental stability when held (minor resistance to fear or stress-based debuffs).
*Tactical Distraction: If thrown, it draws the attention of low-level enemies or animals for up to 3 seconds.
GP Earned: 5 GP
Recycle Cost: 12 GP
Shop Price: 70 GP
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There's a poof of pixelated light. Then it flops into his lap with a soft thump.
A plushie.
A Goomba plushie.
He stares at it. Stitched angry eyebrows. Ridiculously adorable frown. Big brown puffball body. Silence. He blinks. Once. Twice.
"No."
He holds it up to eye level. "You're telling me I'm stuck in a world with telepaths, assassins, alien gods—and you give me a f**king Mario plushie?"
He shakes it. It squeaks. And then, unexpectedly, he sighs. Not in frustration. Something gentler. Something like exhaustion cracking into amusement.
"…You're soft."
He hugs it, just for a moment. And something inside him unclenches—just a little. The buzz in his brain quiets. His shoulders drop.
|🧸 Mood Buffer: Activated
|🧠 Minor Resistance to Stress and Fear: applied
He lets out a quiet laugh—short, disbelieving, but real. "You're useless in a fight... but damn if you don't help." He tucks it into his hoodie pocket. "…Fine. You can stay."
Below, a shadow flits across the rooftop. Someone's watching him. Something dangerous. But he sits back, breathing just a little easier, one hand in his pocket, resting on the world's dumbest source of comfort. After a few minutes, he drew another ticket.
|🎟️ Silver Ticket Roll – Standard Draw|
🎲 Pull Odds:
Common: 50%
Uncommon: 30%
Rare: 12%
Epic: 3%
🎯 Category: Armor, Weapons, Magic, Items, Skills, Toys, Property
🌍 Worlds Included: All 107 worlds, equal odds (~0.9346% each)
🌀 Rolling...
🎉 Rarity Rolled: Epic
Item Name: Leviathan Data Spike
Category: Magic
World: Mass Effect
Rarity: Epic
Description: A hybrid biotech artifact developed from the encrypted psychic fragments of the Leviathans—ancient precursors of the Reapers. The data spike appears as a semi-liquid, obsidian-black shard that hums with telepathic tension. When bonded, it interfaces with the user's nervous system and grants limited psionic influence over synthetic systems and weak-willed minds. Extremely unstable, but devastatingly effective.
Special Effects:
*Neural Override: Once per encounter, control a synthetic enemy (e.g., drones, low-tier AI) for 10 seconds.
*Mind Spike: Psychic bolt that stuns a target's nervous system for 3 seconds (10-second cooldown).
*Echo Bloom: Temporarily reveals the location of all minds (organic or synthetic) in a 30-meter radius.
GP Earned: 22 GP
Recycle Cost: 400 GP
Shop Price: 2,800 GP
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He sits there, as usual—hood up, shoulders hunched, eyes half-closed. Not from sleep, but processing. The Goomba plush rests beside him on the step. His breathing is steady. Calm, for once. There's no flash this time. No sparkle or shimmer. Just... weight. Heavy, invisible, ancient.
The air tightens. He gasps and looks down—there, resting on the step beside him, is a jagged black shard. It glistens like oil in moonlight. It shifts slightly, even without movement, like it's breathing in thought.
It hums—not with sound, but with intent.
He doesn't touch it at first. He just stares. And for a moment, he feels… watched. But not by the city. Not by people. By something older. Something vast. Something that does not see him as a man or a threat, just a vessel.
His fingers hover above it, hesitant. "This... This isn't from Earth," he mutters. "Not from any Earth."
🔍 Leviathan Data Spike — Unbonded
Warning: Psychic residue detected. Limited stabilization upon activation.
His hand recoils. "Mass Effect... That's Reaper-level sh*t," he breathes. "This isn't a tool. It's a liability."
He glances toward the street. A Stark-branded drone buzzes by overhead—its blue eye scanning. A week ago, he would've panicked. Now, he just waits. The drone moves on. He turns back to the shard. Still there. Still humming.
|Echo Bloom Potential: [Dormant]
|Mind Spike Calibration: [Standby]
"This... could flip a fight. Or flip me."
His fingers brush the surface. His vision swims for just a second—a million voices, synthetic and organic, screaming in distorted chorus. He jerks back. Breathing hard. "Not yet," he whispers. "I'm not ready for this."
He pulls a ragged, patched piece of cloth from under the stairs and wraps the shard gently, like you would a loaded gun. The wrapped shard pulses once, then dims. He then tucks it into the inventory for safekeeping.
"I'll come back for you," he says softly, standing up. "When I have to."
He gives the city one last look before heading inside. Above, thunder rumbles faintly in the clouds. "Looks like it's going to rain later. Draw another ticket."
|🎟️ Silver Ticket Roll – Standard Draw|
🎲 Pull Odds:
Common: 50%
Uncommon: 30%
Rare: 12%
Epic: 3%
🎯 Category: Armor, Weapons, Magic, Items, Skills, Toys, Property
🌍 Worlds Included: All 107 worlds, equal odds (~0.9346% each)
🌀 Rolling...
🎉 Rarity Rolled: Epic
Item Name: Wyvern Blitz
Category: Weapon
World: Anthem
Rarity: Epic
Description: A rapid-fire light machine gun named after the flying beasts that stalk the skies of Bastion. It fires high-velocity rounds that gain accuracy the longer they're fired.
Special Effects:
*Sustained Focus: Each second of continuous fire increases accuracy and damage by 3% (max 15%).
*Wyvern Mark: Weak points struck by this weapon take 10% more damage from all sources for 5 seconds.
GP Earned: 29 GP
Recycle Cost: 600 GP
Shop Price: 4,200 GP
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He stared at the weapon materializing in his hands like vapor hardening into steel.
The stats flickered into his mind like muscle memory—full-auto, high RPM, increasing precision over time. A literal beast of a gun, forged from a world where flying monsters ruled the skies.
He ran his hand down the barrel, and the metal felt warm, responsive, alive. The grip molded to his fingers like it recognized him. The longer he held it, the tighter his pulse synced with it.
Jay laughed softly, but it was the kind of laugh you let out when you're just shy of losing it.
"A freaking Epic-tier LMG… from Anthem… in Marvel. God, what even is my life now?"
He exhaled and leaned forward, elbows to knees, the city noise drowning into the background. The weight of the Wyvern Blitz settled against him—not heavy, but real. Like responsibility. Like violence. Like potential.
He imagined it: gang shootouts in Hell's Kitchen, powered suits crashing through Harlem, mutant clashes in Central Park—and now he had this. Not a toy. Not a concept. A battlefield-tier weapon engineered to bring down flying war beasts.
The glowing insignia of the Wyvern flickered along the casing. It wasn't from this Earth. Neither was he anymore. "Guess I'm supposed to do something with this," Jay muttered. And then, quieter: "Maybe I'm not just the lowest-tier vigilante after all."
He pulled the slide back to hear it snap. Loaded. Ready. He didn't know when the next fight would come or what it would look like. But when did it? He'd be holding a Wyvern Blitz. As he puts the Wyvern Blitz in the inventory, he draws the final silver ticket he has.
|🎟️ Silver Ticket Roll – Standard Draw|
🎲 Pull Odds:
Common: 50%
Uncommon: 30%
Rare: 12%
Epic: 3%
🎯 Category: Armor, Weapons, Magic, Items, Skills, Toys, Property
🌍 Worlds Included: All 107 worlds, equal odds (~0.9346% each)
🌀 Rolling...
🎉 Rarity Rolled: Rare
Item Name: Power Core Fragment
Category: Property
World: Invincible
Rarity: Rare
Description: A volatile shard of alien energy derived from the wreckage of a Viltrumite warship. Encased in a stabilizing shell designed by Art Rosenbaum, the core fragment still emits significant power. While not a weapon in itself, it can power alien tech, overload energy systems, or be used as a crafting component for highly dangerous modifications. Its glow pulses to the rhythm of nearby kinetic movement—almost like it's hungry for chaos.
Special Effects:
Energy Battery: Can temporarily power any alien, Stark-grade, or magical device for up to 2 hours.
Overload Charge: Releases a high-voltage energy pulse in a 5-meter radius (once per day).
Crafting Catalyst: Can be used to upgrade or fuse high-tier items with power-enhancing effects.
GP Earned: 15 GP
Recycle Cost: 250 GP
Shop Price: 1,800 GP
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The metal beneath him vibrates.
A sudden weight appears beside him, almost imperceptible at first—then it throbs. He turns his head and finds it: a palm-sized, dark chrome capsule etched with alien ridges and barely-contained blue energy. It pulses like a heartbeat. It hums like it wants out.
He doesn't touch it right away. "What the hell is that?" he mutters.
|⚠️ Power Core Fragment detected|
|Origin: Viltrumite Conflict DebrisStabilized by RosenTech protocols
|Status: Contained. Active.
"Viltrumite?" he breathes. "That's not Marvel. That's... Invincible."
He looks down at the thing, wide-eyed. "You mean the guys who punch planets in half and call it a warm-up? And this is a scrap from one of their ships?"
The core pulses brighter as if offended. He swallows hard and finally picks it up. It's warm—alive, almost. It feels hungry. A fresh system prompt blinks in his mind:
💥 Overload Charge: [Available]
⚡ Energy Battery Status: [100%]
🛠️ Crafting Catalyst: [Eligible for fusion]
He stares at it, then up at Stark Tower in the distance.
"This thing... this could juice up anything. Power tech. Overload drones. Maybe even fry a Sentin—"
His mind spins. He's holding the sci-fi equivalent of a grenade... or a miracle. And just as quickly, his grip tightens around it. "I'm not strong yet. But I've got leverage now."
He slips the core fragment into a hidden pocket inside his jacket, snug between a torn map of the city and a folded page of magic glyphs from earlier.
"Not using you tonight," he mutters. "But when the time comes… you're going to make sure I walk away from it."
Grayson let out a long breath. "Okay. That one's future-you stuff. But I'll take it."
The system dimmed again, fading back into the ether.
Seven tickets. Seven changes that can help him in this world. Nothing flashy. No energy blasts or super suits. But they were tools. Foundations. And that was enough.
[September 11, 2006 ~ Location: Manhattan, New York ~ 11:26 PM]
Grayson sat on the fire escape just outside his bedroom window, the cool metal pressing into his legs through his sweatpants. The city hummed around him—horns in the distance, the occasional bark of a dog, the faint static buzz of neon signs. His hoodie flapped slightly in the breeze, and above him, the stars blinked behind a thin curtain of light pollution.
His breath came out in a slow exhale. Ten days. That was how long it had been since he woke up in this new life. Or maybe it was the only one he had left.
He sat there on the steps a little longer, listening to the city breathe around him. He watched a yellow cab slide past on the street below, a man yelling in French into a phone as he passed by the alleyway. The world kept moving, and now, so would he. Just a little faster. A little smarter. A little stronger.
Eventually, the chill started to set in, and he pushed himself up with a groan. His arms were sore from training. His legs buzzed with exhaustion. It was a good kind of tired.
Back inside, the apartment welcomed him with the scent of soap and fried rice from dinner. He changed into clean sleepwear, brushed his teeth, and grabbed a glass of water before heading toward bed.
Before crawling under the covers, he gave the System one last thought-command: 'Status.'
|Username: Grayson Matthew
Level: 2 (155/200)
HP: 120 /ENE: 120
VIT: 12
STR: 12
END: 12
AGI: 12
INT: 12
WIS: 12
LCK: ??? (Obscured)
Stat Points: 0
Inventory: [5 regular items] [14 ticket items]
Quest: [1 in progress]
Character Card: [Empty]
Skills: [3 skills]
Available Tickets: [7 Bronze] [0 Silver] [0 Gold]
Gacha Points: 691 GP
Worlds Access: None
Grayson smiled to himself, a flicker of hope lighting up his features. "Tomorrow's another chance," he said softly, as if to reassure himself.
He slid beneath the warm, cozy blanket, feeling its comforting weight envelop him like a protective cocoon. As he closed his eyes, he let the cacophony of the bustling city fade into a distant hum—a mixture of traffic, distant voices, and the occasional siren that blended into a familiar backdrop. It was a life he hadn't asked for, filled with unexpected challenges, but he was gradually learning to take ownership of it, piece by piece.
Tomorrow would mark a New Day of his journey, and he felt a sense of determination welling up within him. He would be ready to face whatever came next, armed with newfound resolve and the lessons he'd learned along the way.
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A/N: I'll later put exp gain to 10 on the quest: The Burden! To Be The Strongest! And if there is anything else, then comment, please, bye.
[1] From here onward, we are in the present like 10:02.