[Sunday, June 3, 2007 ~ Location: Manhattan, New York ~ Marvel Universe-619999690]
My eyes snapped open.
For a moment, I didn't breathe. The ceiling above me was a patchwork of old wooden planks—aged, worn, and vaguely familiar, but not in a comforting way. It wasn't familiar. Nothing about it was. I lay there for what felt like ten full minutes, not blinking, not moving—just being. I just... didn't know what to think. My mind was strangely blank, like someone had erased something in my head while I wasn't looking.
And yet, under that emptiness, something churned. A feeling. A cold, deep unease that twisted in my gut like a moving storm. Something was wrong. Not in the usual, everyday way—but wrong on a scale that I couldn't define. It was the kind of wrong that you can't see, can't name, but still feel tightening around your ribs with every breath. Something big had shifted. I didn't know what yet. But I would.
I sat up slowly, the blanket sliding off my chest. The sheets smelled faintly of detergent I didn't recognize, and I could feel the stiffness of a mattress that wasn't mine. The air in the room felt still, almost stagnant, like it hadn't been disturbed in a while. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my bare feet touched the creaky wooden floor, cool and smooth, grounding me in this reality—or whatever version of it I had woken up in-and sat there, face buried in my hands, trying to ground myself.
My skin didn't feel the same. I dragged my fingers down slowly, feeling the friction against my skin, hoping it would somehow clear my thoughts. It didn't. I looked at the side drawer and on it a digital clock, the time: 7:39 AM.
Eventually, with a quiet sigh, I stood, legs slightly shaky, and shuffled to the door. It creaked open louder than I remembered doors ever creaking, but maybe that was just my heightened awareness—or maybe everything was off. The hallway outside was dimly lit, a soft orange hue from a nearby lamp casting long shadows. Every footstep I took echoed slightly, like the house—or apartment—was holding its breath along with me.
The bathroom was just a few steps down. I closed the door behind me, the soft click echoing too loudly in the silence. I hesitated and turned toward the mirror. And that's when it hit me.
The person staring back… wasn't me. At least, not the me I remembered.
I looked about seventeen, maybe eighteen. My face was familiar but smoothed out, youthful. No beard, no lines, no shadows under the eyes from late-night work shifts or binge-watching shows. Still the same bone structure, same scar just above my eyebrow—but younger, too young. My hair was thicker. My jaw sharpened. My eyes, same storm-grey eyes… still mine, somehow, but they looked like they hadn't lived through the things I had.
I leaned closer. The face in the mirror looked like mine, sure—but not now. Not the me I remembered falling asleep as. This was a younger version of me, but not a memory. This wasn't a dream, either. I reached out and touched the glass. It was cool. Solid. Real.
"Okay… what the hell?" I whispered, heart beginning to pound. "Okay. What the hell is going on?"
Panic didn't hit me right away. Confusion had settled in first, thick and heavy, like a fog. My fingers brushed my jaw, my cheekbones, my hairline, as if the mirror might be lying. But the sensation was real. Everything felt real. I pressed a hand to my chest, half-expecting a sudden pain or glitch. But no. Everything felt normal. Too normal. And then, like a dam cracking, fragments started flooding back. I remembered falling asleep in my bed back in the real world. 2025. I'd just watched the new season of a Marvel show— "Daredevil: Born Again". I remembered thinking about the multiverse. About alternate lives. About second chances.
Was this that? Had I… transmigrated? That was something from fiction, fan fiction, or online forums. A person from one world wakes up in another, usually with some kind of cheat system or special powers. But this wasn't a game. There was no system window. No blue pop-up. Just me. My reflection. My heartbeat. This unfamiliar world with familiar bones.
I gripped the edges of the sink, knuckles white. The porcelain was cool beneath my fingers, grounding me again, just barely. My heart was picking up speed now, thudding louder in my ears with each passing second.
This wasn't a dream.
I turned the tap on and splashed some cold water on my face, hoping that maybe the shock would jolt something, anything. But all it did was make the reflection clearer. My younger self was still staring back, eyes full of silent questions I didn't have answers to.
I stepped back from the mirror and caught sight of my clothes. A plain gray T-shirt, dark jeans, both slightly oversized like I'd borrowed them from someone else. I didn't recognize them. I didn't recognize the room I'd just woken up in either. My heart skipped.
'Where the hell am I?'
I opened the bathroom door slowly and peeked out. The hallway was still quiet, dim. Faint morning light was creeping in through a tall, narrow window at the far end. The whole place had this odd, suspended-in-time feeling—like someone had pressed pause on reality, and I was the only thing still moving.
I walked back toward the bedroom I'd come from, hoping to find clues. The door was still ajar. Inside, the bed was still in disarray. A small desk sat in the corner, cluttered with notebooks and pens. I approached it slowly, cautiously, like it might vanish if I moved too fast.
I flipped one of the notebooks open. Notes. Scribbles. Dates. But not my handwriting.
The words were rushed, borderline frantic. Some were just phrases repeated over and over—"Remember what matters." "Don't do something dumb." My fingers trembled slightly as I turned the page.
In the upper corner, someone had scrawled a date: June 3, 2007—today. Beneath it, one line stood out in bold, careful print:
[UNIVERSE-619999690: transmigration Process...]
I stared at the words, unable to breathe for a moment.
"Universe…?" I whispered aloud.
What the hell kind of situation was I in? I looked towards the bed, I saw something under it. On the floor, underneath the bed, rest a few boxes..
I moved towards it cautiously, every creak of the floorboards reminding me how alien this place still felt. Kneeling beside the boxes, I opened it. Clothes. A black wallet. Attached to the wallet was a small, unmarked key. Some old polaroids of a man and a little boy, about two to three years old—him and me. Behind one of the Polaroids were two names: Matthew, G Jason, and Grayson Matthew. Grabbing the wallet and flipping it open.
ID Card.
Name:Grayson Matthew.
DOB:July 4, 1990.
Address:Manhattan, New York.
My hands went cold. Grayson Matthew. That wasn't me. Not my name. Not my birthdate. But it was my face—my new, younger face—on the ID.
The name surfaced without prompting. Matthew G Jason. My father. I felt it. Not as a memory, but as something deeper. Something this body remembered, even if I didn't.
He began digging through the other boxes. Old photographs—faded, scratched. A woman smiling beside a young boy—him, presumably. Letters from a lawyer. A folder stamped with the seal of the New York State Orphan Welfare Office.
She died two weeks ago. A car crash on the FDR Drive. Her name: Caroline Matthew.
His mother.
That confirmed the "orphaned" status. But beyond that, nothing stood out.
His father was dead. And so was my mother. A recent orphan, dumped into the life of a version of myself I didn't know… yet.
The apartment was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that settles over a place after a funeral, when no one's sure what to say, and no one's left to say it.
I stood in the middle of the bedroom, staring down at the boxes like they were radioactive. Maybe it was. Because everything I'd pulled out of it: photos, the key, it pointed to one thing:
He was Alone.
I sat on the edge of the bed and tried to breathe, rubbing the heel of my palm into my chest where the weight settled. My parents—this version's parents—were both dead. Recently, I think, my Father left long ago. I didn't know how. I didn't even know if I cared, and that made me feel like a monster.
But I had to accept the facts: I was Grayson Matthew, seventeen years old, living alone in Manhattan. My father, Matthew Jason, had left me with an anonymous key with a set of coordinates. And for whatever reason, I had ended up in his son's body, with no idea what world I was walking into.
No. That wasn't true. I had some idea.
Marvel.
I didn't know which branch of it yet—if this was one of the grounded, Netflix-corner ones, or the full-blown cosmic chaos kind where gods and time travel were Tuesday problems. But either way, I knew enough to understand one thing:
In a universe like this, ignorance gets you killed.
So I had a choice to make. Pretend to be Jason. Keep my head down. Try to blend in. Or—Start digging. Figure out who I was here. What my father was involved in. What the hell did it all mean? And why it felt like the moment I woke up, something shifted.
I turned back to the desk.
Inside the drawers were receipts, school notes, a stack of crumpled papers—class schedules, detention slips, printouts about Stark Industries internships. But beneath them, more personal things: an old leather-bound notebook, pages mostly blank except for a few numbers scribbled across the first page.
37.7749° N, 122.4194° W.Coordinates.
And below them, a single line:
"If you're reading this, I'm already gone, use the key."
My fingers tightened around the page.
Yeah. Okay. No more pretending.
If this body was mine now, then the life that came with it was mine too. And I was going to find out everything.
As Jason sat at his desk, contemplating the coordinates and the mysterious key connected to it, a sudden sensation washed over him—a tingling at the base of his skull, as if a current had passed through his brain. His vision blurred momentarily, and then a translucent interface materialized before his eyes.
|System Initialization Process|
Welcome, Grayson Matthew.
|You have been chosen.|
Jason blinked, instinctively reaching out to touch the floating text, but his hand passed through it.
"Is this... a hallucination?" he muttered.
At first, I stared at the screen in confusion. 'Chosen for what?' I thought in my head, my thoughts to loud for the silence in the room. For any normal person, this would've been strange but alright. For me? It was frightening. I mean, who gets a message like this out of nowhere?
I stared at the screen, my heart pounding. This wasn't just a late-night hallucination; to was real. The same message flashed before me:
|You have been chosen.|
I sat there frozen, unsure whether to be excited, terrified, or both. Before I could decide, a new message appeared.
|Do you accept? Y / N|
This was unexpected, and now I was faced with a choice: reject it or accept it. For all I knew, the Devil or Mephisto himself could be behind this, waiting for my ass to say Yes. But... what if it wasn't? What if this was the leap of faith I needed or secretly wanted?
Now you might be wondering what I would do next. Well, picture this: the screen was blue, the text glowing white ominously, and I was sitting in my bed with no one and a kind of dark room. Let's be real, who just gets an offer like this? Something for free, without strings attached? Most people in the media like anime or manga who get powers after dying, or a deity grants them abilities. But here I was, alive and breathing, being handed something completely unknown.
"Okay," I whispered to myself, gripping my knee with my hands. My hand was trembling as I hovered it over the options. "Let's see what happens."
I clicked yes.
|Welcome, Grayson Matthew. Your system is initializing...|
The screen went blank, and for a moment, I thought the system had crashed. Panic slowly started to creep in, but then, a series of words started typing themselves out:
|Setting up Interface...|
🔄Booting up...
✅Identity Confirmed: [Transmigrant Detected]
🧠Memory Sync.. Access to Previous Life: Enabled
🌍Host World: Marvel-Universe:619999690 (Multiverse Nexus Point)
🎰Omni-Gacha System: Active
{Initializing System Features...}
🔹 Gacha Pulls
Draw tickets daily for randomized items, skills, companions, or traits.
🔹 World Jumping
Unlock new universes as you progress.🌌 Current World: [Marvel-Universe designation: 619999690]
🔹 Interactive Choice
Your decisions can alter world events. If you choose to.
🔹 Stats Interface
🔹 Race: [Initializing...]
🔹 Inventory: [Empty]
🔹 Quests: [Initializing...]
|synchronizing data... Complete.|
The last line glowed for a few seconds before the screen went completely blank again.
... then I passed out.
I woke up not knowing what had happened. My head felt heavy and was throbbing, like I'd been knocked out for hours, but when I glanced at the digital clock, only an hour had passed. I blinked a few times, trying to think. The room was lit by the rising sun from the window covered by the curtains. The system screen lit up, now displaying a simple glowing message:
|System successfully initialized.|
"What the hell happened?" I muttered, sitting up in my chair. My heart was racing, but my curiosity was stronger than my fear. The screen changed again, showing a new message:
|Would you like a Tutorial? Y / N|
I clicked Yes. The screen dimmed momentarily before a soft, robotic voice echoed from my mind.
|You have been selected by the Multi-versal Nexus Protocol|
Integration into the Marvel-verse as an anomaly.
Here, your potential will be unlocked, and your path defined.
Your current status is:New Lifeform - Transmigrated
Your mission: Survive, Adapt, and Influence the Threads of Fate
|Let us begin.|
Well, this is interesting. It looks like someone created the system for a reason, but for what reason? I stopped thinking when I noticed that the system was now on the screen.
|Welcome to the Omni-Gacha System!|
As a new player, you're starting fresh with all the tools and rewards to dive into this system.
Starter Pack: Available
Here's what you get to start your journey:
Tickets:
A Beginner Pack
3 Bronze Tickets
1 Silver Ticket
1 Gold Ticket
Gacha Points (GP): 100 GP for purchases or ticket upgrades
Daily Login Reward: A Free Bronze Ticket each day when you log in.
{Main Menu}
Choose your first action:
1) Pull a Ticket: Use tickets to receive random rewards.
2) Visit the Shop: Spend GP to buy items, tickets, or world content.
3) Explore Worlds: Unlock world-specific missions and rewards.
4) Settings: Adjust your preferences or get help.
5) Exit: Leave the system when you're ready.
|Let's start the Adventure!|
I just got a Gacha system in Marvel. Now, this could be the worst thing that could ever happen, or it could be a good opportunity. However, gotta remember I just got it and need to learn how it ticks.
"Number 4, settings, please," I said to the floating blue screen in front of me.
|⚙️Setting Menu|
Welcome to the Settings Menu! Here, you can manage and adjust your preferences and learn more about the system from the settings menu. Here you can configure at this stage.
Choose an option below:
1) Help: Learn about tickets, worlds, Gacha Points, leveling up, and more.
2) Customization: Adjust background colours, music volume, and video settings.
|3) Exit: Return to Main Menu.
I clicked on the Help button because I needed more information about what exactly I was about to get into.
|Help options|
1) What are Tickets?
2) What are Worlds?
3) What is Gacha Point?
4) How do I earn Gacha Points?
5) Can I pull Gacha Points?
6) What happens if I don't pull for a while?
7) What are Event Gacha Draws?
8) Ask your own Questions (Say your query and receive an automated response.)
What would you like to learn about?
Type the number of the topic you'd like to explore, or type 8 to ask your own questions.
|Let me know how I can help!|
From this screen alone, many of the questions I had about the system started to make sense. The Shop required Gacha Points, which could be used to buy anything within the limit of the system, and there were specific ways to earn this currency, which, of course, meant grinding. It could be a good thing or a bad one, you never know.
The system had tickets, events, and World tickets. A world ticket? If I got one of those, it meant I could travel to other worlds. In every world that existed, the possibilities were endless. My pulse quickened as I started to piece it all together. There were so many options to explore. I should go through every menu and break down the mechanics. 'This will take a while.'
[June 3, 2007 ~ Location: Manhattan, New York ~ One & a Half Hour Later ~ 10:27]
So, I used all the help options and made sense of it by writing it in my notebook, the one in which today's date and the universe number, as well as the process, were written. Ok, so here is an overview of what I understood from the Help Menu:
1) What are Tickets?
Tickets are the primary method of rolling for items in the gacha system. There are multiple types:
*Bronze (basic draws, only up to Rare)
*Silver (better odds, can get Epic)
*Gold (chance for Legendary, very rare Mythic)
*Platinum (best odds, chance for Legendary and Mythic)
*World Tickets (exclusive to fictional or fanfic worlds)
Tickets can be used in:
*Standard Draws (random category)
*Focused Draws (targeted category like Weapons or Magic)
*World Draws (exclusive items from one world)
Item Categories (Equal Odds)
Each draw can result in one of the following 7 categories:
*Weapons
*Armor
*Magic
*Skills
*Items
*Toys
*Property
Rarity Tiers
From lowest to highest:
*Common
*Uncommon
*Rare
*Epic
*Legendary
*Mythic
Each tier grants progressively better items — from basic tools or food (e.g., cooked pork chop, Pokéballs) to reality-warping artifacts (e.g., Wand of Eclipse, Phoenix Tears).
World Ticket Mechanics
*Attached Tickets (90%): Linked to a specific world (e.g., Naruto, Star Wars).
*Unattached Tickets (10.9%): You choose the world.
*Duration Variants: From 1 day to permanent access. Permanent is extremely rare (0.1%).
Special Systems
*Character Cards (Legendary/Mythic): Let you summon or bond with characters from fandoms.
*World Missions: Available while you have access to a world; reward resources, gear, and points.
2) What are Worlds?
Worlds are the fictional or fanfictional universes from which items, abilities, and characters can originate. Examples include:
Pokémon, Star Wars, Chainsaw Man, My Little Pony, Elden Ring, etc. There are 107 total worlds, each with an equal chance of (≈0.9346%) to appear in a standard world draw.
3) What is Gacha Point?
Gacha Points (GP) are a currency earned through gameplay:
Used to exchange tickets, buy items, or upgrade access.
Also used for shop purchases (like temporary or permanent world access).
4) How do I earn Gacha Points?
Using Tickets: GP is given when any tier ticket is used by the user.
Bronze: +1 GP
Silver: +1 GP
Gold: +5 GP
Platinum: +10 GP
World: +15 GP
Missions:
Daily: 1-5 GP
Example: "Use a ticket today to earn 3 GP."
Weekly: 10-20 GP
Example: "Pull 5 rare or higher items this week."
Event: 50–100 GP (rare and depending on difficulty.)
Example: "Participate in an Event Gacha Draw 3 times."
Converting Duplicate Items: Duplicate items can be automatically converted to GP:
*Common Items: 1 GP
*Uncommon Items: 5 GP
*Rare Items: 10 GP
*Epic Items: 25 GP
*Legendary Items: 50 GP
*Mythic Items: 100 GP
5) Can I pull Gacha Points?
You don't pull GP directly. Instead, you earn them as a byproduct of using tickets or completing missions.
GP Rewards by Rarity Tier:
*Common: {Mission 2-10 GP} / {Ticket 1-5 GP}
*Uncommon: {Mission 20-40 GP} / {Ticket 5-10 GP}
*Rare: {Mission 60-100 GP} / {Ticket 10-20 GP}
*Epic: {Mission 140-200 GP} / {Ticket 20-30 GP}
*Legendary: {Mission 300-500 GP} / {Ticket 30-40 GP}
*Mythic: {Mission 600-1000 GP} / {Ticket 40-50 GP}
6) What happens if I don't pull for a while?
*Ticket Stacking Unused Tickets: Daily login rewards (e.g., Bronze Tickets) will continue to stack. There is no Maximum Ticket limit.
*Catch-Up Bonuses: If you return after a week of inactivity, the system rewards you for re-engaging:
*+1 Silver Ticket
*+50 GP
*Temporary Content Tickets: If you had any Temporary World Tickets, they will expire on their set date, even if you're not active.
*Missed Event Draws: Limited-time draws and missions will expire if you don't participate before they end.
7) What are Event Gacha Draws?
These are limited-time pulls tied to special missions or promotions. They usually offer:
*Themed rewards
*Better pull rates or exclusive content
*Higher mission-based GP earnings.
So, this is everything I learned about the system. I can see that not logging in seemed like a smart idea, except when there was an event happening. Events could mean extra rewards or opportunities, and missing out on those would be a waste. But being AFK also meant I wouldn't be able to open tickets during that time. "Status."
|Username: Grayson Matthew
Level: 1 (0/100)
Race: [Human]
HP: 100 /ENE: 100
VIT: 10
STR: 10
END: 10
AGI: 10
INT: 10
WIS: 10
LCK: ??? (Obscured)
Stat Points: 0
Inventory: [Starter Pack]
Quest: [None Avalible]
Character Card: [Empty]
Skills: [0 skill]
Available Ticket Draws: [0 Bronze] [0 Silver] [0 Gold]
Gacha Points: 0 GP
Worlds Access: None (Earn or buy World Tickets to unlock access)
Exchange Access: Exchange Items or skills for GP
|Shop Access: Use GP to buy items, skills, tickets, etc.
"Okay, that's kinda dope." He stands, cracking his knuckles and ready to step into the Marvel-Universe itself. The possibilities spun through his mind—magic, tech, SHIELD, HYDRA, mutants. The Marvel world was dangerous, unpredictable, and full of secrets. "Alright then. New life, weird system, possible death flags… Let's do this."
But one thing was certain.
He wasn't going to let this life be wasted.
[Half-Hour Later ~ 10:59 AM]
The hot water didn't last long.
Grayson stood under the thin stream of the shower, steam curling around the cracked tiles. The apartment's plumbing rattled like it was coughing. He let the water wash over him, grounding himself in the mundane.
There were no glowing portals. No mutant alarms. No tech support from Tony Stark.
Just a seventeen-year-old kid—alone, tired, confused, and the faint flicker of a UI prompt floating in his peripheral vision.
After he toweled off, he wiped the fog from the cracked bathroom mirror.
The face that looked back wasn't quite familiar yet. Same storm-grey eyes, same messy hair, but the nose was different. His skin had a pale complexion, and his frame was scrawnier than he remembered being in his past life.
Grayson Matthew. The name on the mailbox. The name on the death certificate. Now his name.
He found a clean-enough T-shirt and jeans from a cardboard box marked "clothes," and stepped into the kitchen.
The fridge contained half a carton of expired milk, a bottle of mustard, and a crumpled takeout menu from Golden Moon Chinese. He took the hint and ate a granola bar from the pantry.
There was no dramatic "first mission." No ancient prophecy or mentor waiting to explain things. Just hunger. Grief. Questions.
And rent. The letter: Reminder: Rent is due in 6 days. Amount: $370.45.
[Sunday, June 3, 2007 ~ Location: Manhattan, New York ~ 1:23 PM]
The streets of Manhattan didn't care who he used to be.
The city was still the city—crowded, grimy, indifferent. He wandered to the local library after lunch, using the excuse of free AC and Wi-Fi. A quick search of public records confirmed what little he suspected: Caroline Grayson had no family listed. His "aunt," who'd picked up the phone when the hospital called, was just a neighbor trying to help.
No will. No safety net. Just a kid in a rent-controlled apartment and a legal loophole that might let him stay if no one noticed too quickly.
He spent the next hour scrolling old Marvel timelines—not fan wikis, but real news clippings.
The Bugle had one year of archived stories on the "Spider-Menace." Oscorp had its own corporate site. Baxter Building was also named for their internship by the Fantastic-Four, who had been active since 2005. Rumors about the Xavier Institute for Mutants and the terrorist organization, the Brotherhood of Mutants. The name "Stark Industries" popped up now and then, still months away from the kidnapping and the announcement that would change the world.
It was subtle, but it was all there.
The Marvel Universe wasn't just fiction anymore. It was his home.
[Sunday, June 3, 2007 ~ Location: Manhattan, New York ~ 5:39 PM]
He spent the rest of the afternoon walking the neighborhood. He noted the quiet things: the old woman who fed pigeons outside the bodega, the bartender on the corner who lit a cigarette every day at 4 PM sharp, the broken traffic light that no one bothered to fix, the trash chute that echoed louder than it should, the fire hydrant that hissed steam every few minutes, and the man in the tan coat who lingered by the mailboxes but never checked any.
Details. Life. The things that matter.
[Sunday, June 3, 2007 ~ Location: Manhattan, New York ~ 8:13 PM]
That night, he sat on the fire escape outside his window, the iron rails warm from the day's sun, knees pulled up to his chest, staring at the sky.
The city hummed around him—sirens in the distance, someone yelling in Spanish, a car alarm echoing off the buildings. It was loud, messy, and perfect.
It was real. He didn't know who had brought him here, or why. But he was here for better or worse. And he'd make it count because this was his new start.
"System," he whispered, eyes flicking to the stars. "Show me the Starter Pack."
|Starter Pack: Available|
Here's what you get to start your journey:
Tickets:
A Beginner Pack
3 Bronze Tickets
1 Silver Ticket
1 Gold Ticket
Gacha Points (GP): 100 GP for purchases or ticket upgrades
|Daily Login Reward: A Free Bronze Ticket each day when you log in.
Grayson cracked a smile. His heart still hurt. He was alone. But for the first time, he had a mission.
He opened the Beginner Pack.
Inside?
A Complete Identity Packet
$1,000 in cash
A nondescript flip phone
And a single cryptic note:
"Avoid the Baxter Building on June 10."
|Bank Balance Updated. Good Luck.|
"…Right," he muttered. "Welcome to Marvel, Grayson. Don't die. System, accept the Starter Pack. Show me my tickets."
|Your Current Tickets|
Here's an updated summary of your tickets:
Bronze Tickets: 3
Silver Ticket: 1
Gold Tickets: 1
Platinum Tickets: 0
World Tickets: 0
Would you like to:
Use one of your tickets?
Learn more about tickets?
[Return to Main Menu?]
"Draw a Bronze Ticket, system," I said to the floating screen. As soon as I said that, a Bronze Gacha wheel appeared with 7 category slots, and the wheel started spinning for a few seconds. As it came to a stop, my Bronze ticket gave me this:
🎟️ Bronze Ticket Roll – Standard Draw|
🎲 Pull Odds:
Common: 65%
Uncommon: 30%
Rare: 5%
🎯 Categories Included: Armor, Weapons, Magic, Items, Skills, Toys, Property
🌍 Worlds Included: All 107 worlds, equal odds (~0.9346% each)
🌀 Rolling...
🎉 Rarity Rolled:Uncommon
🧿 Item Pulled: Shadowstep Cloak
Category: Armor
World:Undertale
Rarity: Uncommon
Description: A midnight-black cloak woven from threads found deep within the Void between timelines. While it appears to be made of simple fabric, it shimmers faintly in the dark and seems to distort slightly as if phasing in and out of reality. Worn by rogue timelines and mysterious figures that pass between resets, this cloak grants subtle control over one's presence in the world.
Special Effects:
*Temporal Flicker: Gain a 10% chance to dodge a physical attack once per battle automatically.
*Low Presence: Reduces the chance of being targeted by enemies in turn-based encounters.
*Voidstep (Passive): Movement leaves behind a slight visual echo, reducing sound by 50%.
GP Earned: 10 GP
Recycle Cost: 25 GP
Shop Price: 200 GP
Would you like to roll another ticket or do something else with this item?
"Undertale?" His feel their breath catch in their throat as something folds itself into reality before him—a cloak darker than night, rippling like water under moonlight.
Pulling it over his shoulders, a cold shiver crawls down his spine. For a moment, the world around him feels quieter. Lighter. Even the ambient light dims, just a little.
"This is actually real. And I just got stealth gear." He takes a slow step forward. The soft sound of footfalls… isn't there. His steps barely make a whisper.
He smirked. "Alright. If this world wants to play RPG, I'll play rogue." He takes off the cloak and puts it in the inventory for safekeeping." System, draw another Bronze Ticket."
🎟️ Bronze Ticket Roll – Standard Draw|
🎲 Pull Odds:
Common: 65%
Uncommon: 30%
Rare: 5%
🎯 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: Soul Lantern
Category: Item
World: Minecraft
Rarity: Uncommon
Description: A hauntingly beautiful lantern forged with soul fire, glowing cyan-blue. While it offers eerie light, it also keeps hostile undead at bay. Crafted by combining iron, soul soil, and ghost flame, it radiates a faint hum of the Nether.
Special Effects:
*Undead Repellent: Hostile undead mobs (zombies, skeletons, etc.) keep a 5-meter distance.
*Nethermark: Slight resistance to soul-based attacks when carried.
GP Earned: 6 GP
Recycle Cost: 8 GP
Shop Price: 60 GP
Would you like to roll another ticket or do something else with this Item?
"Minecraft? What am I supposed to do with a lantern?" He looks around. Wanting to see what happens as he lifts the lantern. The lantern begins to emit an ominous blue glow that is caught by the surrounding area.
"...Holy crap. It works."
It's not a weapon, but it's protection. In this strange place, even a lantern means survival. Grateful but shaken, he muttered, "Okay. I'll take it." Throws it in the Inventory and draws the final bronze ticket.
🎟️ Bronze Ticket Roll – Standard Draw|
🎲 Pull Odds:
Common: 65%
Uncommon: 30%
Rare: 5%
🎯 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: Slimebound Grappling Glove
Category: Armor
World:Terraria
Rarity: Uncommon
Description: A rugged, leather glove infused with Slime Gel harvested from Terraria's native gelatinous monsters. It grants users a sticky, elastic grappling effect perfect for scaling surfaces or pulling objects from a distance. The glove emits a faint green shimmer and leaves a slight slime trail during use.
Special Effects:
*Sticky Swing: Grapple to walls or ceilings within 10 meters.
*Slime Snag: Can pull lightweight enemies or objects toward you.
GP Earned: 8 GP
Recycle Cost: 12 GP
Shop Price: 75 GP
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"A what now?"
He holds up a sticky leather glove that squelches like wet jelly. It smells faintly like lime detergent. "Is this a... Terraria item? Wait, I know this! Slimes—grappling—this is legit a climbing tool!"
He slips it on, winces as it suctions slightly to his skin, and aims it at the upper floor of the fire escape. Fwip! The glove launches a slimy strand, yanking him up into the air, making him yelp, and hangs midair for a few seconds, and then Grayson cancels the snag and drops back down to the floor.
"Okay. That was awesome. Gross... but awesome. So this is how the gear works? RNG and luck? What's next, a magic chainsaw from some anime hellscape?" He slips the glove off and tosses it in the inventory, and sits back on the steps.
"Ok, that's all the bronze tickets done with. Now, starting with the silver and then the gold. Ok system, Roll the Silver Ticket." The Silver Wheel materialized and started spinning for the silver ticket. The Silver ticket gave me this:
🎟️ 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: Soul-Tethered Gauntlet
Category: Armor
World: Elden Ring
Rarity: Rare
Description: A weathered yet arcane gauntlet forged from ancient metals found deep in the catacombs of the Lands Between. It pulses with a ghostly aura, eternally linked to the souls it has vanquished. Etchings of runes trace its surface, glowing faintly with each heartbeat. The gauntlet fits tightly and cannot be removed unless the wearer dies.
Special Effects:
*Soul Echo: Grants +10% defense and magic resistance for each nearby defeated enemy (stacks up to 3).
*Wraith Lash: Allows the user to project a spectral strike every 20 seconds that deals moderate damage and causes stagger.
*Haunted Grip: Chance to deflect curses and hexes by 30%.
GP Earned: 15 GP
Recycle Cost: 150 GP
Shop Price: 1,200 GP
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As the gauntlet materializes in his hands with a shimmer of spectral light, he blinks rapidly, almost dropping it.
"Wait, wait, wait—Elden Ring?! As in the nightmare-difficulty, one-hit-die, lose-your-soul game?!"
He gripped the gauntlet hesitantly. It's cold. Too cold. It throbs with something ancient and hungry. As the spectral gauntlet flickers with the first faint echo of power, he whispers with a shaky grin.
"Well… I guess I'm not totally defenseless now." He considers putting the gauntlet on but decides against it. He puts the gauntlet in the inventory and starts to feel his heart beat pick up. "Okay. Now, the gold. System Roll the Gold Ticket."
🎟️ 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: Epic
Item Pulled: Runic Surge Mastery
Category: Skills
World: Arcane
Rarity: Epic
Description: A rare combat and channeling technique taught to only the most promising students of Piltover and Zaun's elite academies. Runic Surge Mastery allows the wielder to manipulate hextech-infused runes in rapid succession, overloading them with energy for devastating area attacks or precise tactical enhancements. Visually, glowing blue runic circuits momentarily appear across the user's arms when a surge is activated.
Special Effects:
*Surge Casting: Boosts cooldown recovery for magical and skill-based abilities by 20%.
*Hextech Reflex: For 10 seconds after activating a rune, gain +15% movement speed and +10% attack speed.
*Arcane Feedback: Deals small AoE damage to enemies nearby when a rune is destroyed or exhausted.
GP Earned: 31 GP
Recycle Cost: 400 GP
Shop Price: 2,800 GP
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"No. Freaking. Way."
A ripple of cold lightning streaked down their spine. Blue sigils flared into the air, flickering like holograms in front of his eyes — unfamiliar, yet... oddly intuitive. He could feel something awaken.
"Did I just get magic tech skill runes from Arcane?!"Wait—wait, that's... Piltover runework… Zaun-tier enhancements? How the hell do I even know that?"
A flood of knowledge rushed into his mind, not just words or images, but muscle memory. Circuits of glowing light etched across his skin as the skill synced. His breath caught in his throat.
He looked at his hands, now traced with shimmering lines that pulsed with a heartbeat-like glow. "I was worried I'd pull a plastic toy from SpongeBob or a damn potato from Minecraft. But this? This... this is power."
A smirk spread across his face as the realization hit: he wasn't just some Transmigrated side character anymore, with Runic Surge Mastery, he was a contender.
"Okay, system. You and me? We're gonna survive this world and live to tell the tale."
[Sunday, June 3, 2007 ~ Location: Manhattan, New York ~ 9:35 PM]
The fire escape groaned beneath him as he stood and stepped back into the apartment.
The temperature dropped fast after dark. The old building held heat like a sieve. He rubbed his arms and padded across the creaky floor to the kitchen.
The granola bar hadn't done much.
He opened the pantry again, squinting past the stale cereal and instant ramen. Behind an old box of Saltine crackers was a single can of soup—Campbell's Chicken Noodle, label half-peeled and dented on one side. He held it up like a treasure.
It wasn't glamorous, but it was dinner.
The can hissed as he opened it with a rusty manual opener. He dumped the contents into a pot, added a bit of water, and set it on the stovetop. The burner clicked three times before catching flame.
As the soup warmed, he set the tiny table for one. No tablecloth, just a paper towel and a chipped spoon. The steam smelled like memories—faint, distant, blurry. Maybe this had been a go-to meal for Michael before everything fell apart. Maybe it was just familiar enough to hurt a little.
He sat and ate slowly, listening to the city beyond his walls. Each spoonful was lukewarm comfort. His stomach thanked him, even if his heart still felt hollow. When he finished, he rinsed the bowl in the sink and let it drip-dry on a towel.
The clock above the fridge read 9:53 PM.
He grabbed an old hoodie from a coat hook and made his way into the bedroom. The bed wasn't made, just a thin mattress and mismatched sheets. A single photo sat on the nightstand: his mother, Caroline, smiling in front of Central Park, arms wrapped around a younger version of him.
He picked it up and stared for a long time. "I'll figure this out, Mom." he murmured. He set the photo down carefully.
After brushing his teeth in the dim bathroom light and changing into a worn pair of sweatpants, he collapsed onto the bed. The springs creaked, the blanket itched, and the pillow smelled faintly like lavender and dust.
Still, it was better than the silence that came before this life.
"Status"
|Username: Grayson Matthew
Level: 1 (0/100)
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 Avalible]
Character Card: [Empty]
Skills: [1 skill]
Available Ticket Draws: [0 Bronze] [0 Silver] [0 Gold]
Gacha Points: 170 GP
Worlds Access: None
Exchange Access: Exchange Items or skills for GP
|Shop Access: Use GP to buy items, skills, tickets, etc.
The system dimmed as his mind faded. He stared up at the cracked ceiling until his eyes grew heavy. And in the quiet night of Manhattan, under a ceiling no one else would notice, a reincarnated boy with a System, no allies, and no answers began his second life one night at a time.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A/N: If there is any problem then please comment, I will try to explain them to the best of my abilities. Also, I have added the world of Anthem into the system the MC is using. Tell me, would you like me to use a template card or keep using the character card? ENE stands for energy, and the GP I earn from the tickets is put through a randomizer.