Peter was still wearing an eager expression as he walked up beside Lucas and said, "Forget about the benefits for now—if you give me your Star Wars limited-edition figurine, I might consider it~~~"
Lucas stared at Peter like he was looking at an idiot and said nothing.
"Fine, don't give it to me then~~! How about lending it to me for a few days? Just a few days! I'll return it, I promise!!"
Peter looked utterly pitiful. He had been eyeing that figurine for a long time but had missed the limited release entirely. Lucas, the lucky bastard, had managed to snag one. Peter had been dying of jealousy ever since.
"No way~! What if you break it? That's a limited edition."
Lucas refused with firm conviction—straightforward and decisive.
"Che~~ No sense of brotherhood!"
Peter pouted, clearly disappointed, but he still didn't refuse to join DevilMayCry.
The two took turns posing for photos with the camera and pinned them up on the photo wall. Neither of them wore their Spider-Man suits—Lucas's idea. Otherwise, anyone walking in would take one look at the photos and immediately guess that Peter and Gwen were Spider-Man and Spider-Woman.
After that, Gwen became completely absorbed in cuddling the Moogle. She had always been baffled by Skye's mysterious hand motions earlier, but after Skye explained and introduced her to the adorable creature, Gwen finally understood—and fell instantly in love.
Once again, the Moogle reclaimed its throne as the most beloved member of DevilMayCry.
Peter, too, got a little excited when he first saw the Moogle—but that excitement didn't last long. After trying to figure out whether it was male or female, he got whacked hard by the Moogle's staff and instantly quieted down.
After dinner, Gwen and Peter both went home, and Skye took her laptop back to her room, leaving only Lucas sitting alone in DevilMayCry.
"Alright, A-System, open the reward pack."
Lucas closed his eyes, letting his mind sink into the system's interface.
[Ding! Reward pack opened. Congratulations, Host, for obtaining: Chocobo Companion and Equipment-Type Innocence: The Condemner, 100% Perfect Synchronization. (As a Devil Hunter, how could you not have a gun of your own~~)]
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"???"
Lucas's eyes widened. A Chocobo?! And The Condemner!
"A-System, is this Innocence the same one I'm thinking of?" Lucas's voice trembled slightly.
[Ding! Yes, Host. It's exactly the one you're thinking of—the Equipment-Type Innocence The Condemner from D.Gray-man, one of Cross Marian's two Innocences.]
Lucas immediately pulled The Condemner out of his inventory and lovingly ran his fingers over the silver revolver. The golden cross design on the barrel gleamed brightly even under the dim night light.
"A-System, I freaking love you~!!!"
As a diehard D.Gray-man fan in his previous life, Lucas could name every piece of Innocence from memory. Aside from Judgment, The Condemner had always been his absolute favorite.
Both of Cross Marian's Innocences were not only stylish but also ridiculously powerful—low-level demons usually went down in a single shot.
"A-System~~ The Condemner's power should be the same as in the manga, right?"
[Ding~ Its strength and performance are identical to the manga version. It doesn't require bullets—each shot consumes your magic power. However…]
"However…"
Lucas frowned. He hated it when the system said "however." It was never good news.
[However, this weapon has no effect on ordinary humans.]
Lucas blinked. "By 'ordinary humans,' you mean… as long as someone's not a normal human, it'll still deal damage? Even mutants?"
[Ding! Correct. As long as their genes are not purely human, The Condemner will inflict damage.]
After that explanation, Lucas understood—aside from ordinary humans, anyone else would be fair game. Mutants, altered humans, hybrids like Peter and Gwen, even enhanced humans like Captain America—all could be harmed.
The system also thoughtfully provided a holster so Lucas could carry The Condemner at his waist.
After admiring the weapon for a while, Lucas turned his attention to the second reward.
A white Chocobo Whistle sat quietly in his inventory. Without hesitation, he used it.
[Ding! Please name your Chocobo. Once named, you may ride it on land and in flight.]
"Wait—it can fly?" Lucas perked up immediately.
He hurried out to the empty space behind the apartment and blew the whistle.
As the clear tone faded, the air beside him rippled—and a majestic white Chocobo appeared.
It stood a head taller than Lucas, its feathers a pristine white, clad in silver armor. A purple diamond-shaped gem gleamed inlaid in its chestplate and helm, shimmering with flowing light.
The Chocobo scratched impatiently at the ground, talons digging into the earth with every stomp.
[Ding! Please name your Chocobo quickly, or there is a risk of it going berserk.]
Seeing the increasingly restless creature, the system urged him.
Lucas tried to calm it down, but the Chocobo suddenly lunged forward, snapping at him with its beak. He barely dodged in time.
"Wark!! Wark!!"
The bird flapped its wings angrily, clearly growing more agitated by the second.
"Hmm… I'll call you Onion! Yeah, that fits!"
Lucas quickly chose the name. Onion had been the name of his dog in his previous life—it felt oddly perfect for his new companion.
[Ding! Naming successful. Bonus rewards granted: Gysahl Green Seeds and Chocobo Habitat. The habitat includes both a Chocobo stable and farmland for planting Gysahl Greens, which will grow automatically once planted.]
Gysahl Greens—classic Chocobo fare, and also handy for summoning Chocobos to battle. Plus, Chocobos had their own combat skills.
"A-System, you're still as thoughtful as ever~ I seriously love you~~~" Lucas said with a grin.
[Ding! Please behave, Host. The system is not that kind of entity.]
"Damn~!"
Lucas's face darkened. Getting rejected by his system—how humiliating!
By now, the newly named Onion had calmed down completely. It affectionately nudged Lucas with its big feathery head, eyes half-closed in bliss.
As Lucas petted the Chocobo, he could clearly feel a new bond forming between them—a faint mental connection linking their hearts.
"If not now, when? Time to fly!"
Flight—humanity's oldest dream. Since ancient times, people had longed to soar through the skies like birds.
Lucas had always wanted to experience it himself. In his previous life, he hadn't even been on a plane—much less flown for real. Now that he had the chance, how could he possibly resist?
He jumped onto Onion's back and shouted, "Onion! Let's fly~!!"
"Wark!"
With a powerful beat of its wings, Onion launched into the night sky.
"Wooooaaahhh~!!! Hell yeah!!!"
Lucas screamed in delight as the city lights shrank below his feet. The feeling was intoxicating—pure freedom.
A gentle breeze brushed past him, cool and refreshing. Onion's flight generated a protective field that shielded him from harsh wind and turbulence, leaving only the quiet thrill of flight beneath the stars.
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