[Daily Pulls – Turn Misfortune into Luck!]
The slogan blazed across the system's gacha pool, almost as if it were tempting the Master to create joy out of mere salary.
"One pull already gave me luck of a European Emperor—what about a hundred and fifty? I'd be ascending to heaven!" Sol Mercer muttered, eyes firming. "One hundred and fifty pulls—ALL IN!"
"Three Pure Ones, Four Sovereigns, Five Emperors, Six Divisions, Seven Stars, Eight Extremes, Nine Glories, Ten Capitals!"
"All gods across the realms, bless me with good rolls!"
With the final prayer, the one and a half billion denny that had just arrived transformed into imaginary numbers, directly deducted from his account.
Ten million denny for one pull, one and a half billion denny meant one hundred and fifty pulls.
The pool flickered with white, green, and blue light, dotted with purples, and occasionally gold.
Ding ding ding—one hundred and fifty chimes rang out before the carousel stopped.
All one hundred and fifty cards, including one guaranteed golden pick, flowed into the system's temporary storage.
Glancing through them, Sol saw a dazzling variety.
The white cards were just daily necessities—not worth listing, but enough to let one person survive a lifetime in an icy apocalypse. Even a life-sized replica was among them, for… spare-time use.
Green cards were mostly gear, some finely crafted weapons—nothing too useful to him now, so it was ignored. At least, he now had a century's supply of emergency rations.
Above green, there were only twenty blue cards.
Mystic artifacts like the [Volumen Hydrargyrum], [Kiritsugu Emiya's Origin Bullet], [Futuristic Railgun], and [High-Frequency Blade].
Three costume sets from FGO: [Mage Association Uniform], [Golden Ceremony Outfit], and [Royal Brand Attire]. Stylish, and each gave him about a 10% boost in stats.
Among the blues, he even pulled a pair of [Ebony & Ivory], the same type of pistols he already wielded. Clearly not Dante's personal pair, but the kind millions of players had equipped in-game. If it were Dante's, it would've been purple at least, maybe even gold.
Then came fifteen purple cards—the standard guaranteed count.
Five skill cards, ten weapon cards.
He absorbed the abilities at once: [Iron Body], [Sword Mastery], [Hundred Ton Strength], [One-Slash Asura], [Dragon's Vitality].
His durability skyrocketed, swordsmanship reached a master's realm, raw strength jumped from ten tons to one hundred and ten, and he now had stamina to spare—two kidneys running endlessly.
The power boost was immense—he could practically one-shot his past self.
Well, not exactly—his past self could always dodge-roll forever. That broken mechanic made anyone untouchable.
The ten purple weapons he stored for later.
Next came five random gold cards, plus one self-select golden card.
One gold every thirty pulls, one guaranteed at one hundred—his results lined up. He even hit an extra gold beyond the guarantee.
But among them, one description froze his attention.
Just like his first golden card, [Spirit Base: Yàn Shuāngyīng – Tenfold Enhanced Version], this too was a Heroic Spirit card:
[Spirit Base: Nikola Tesla] – Gain the full abilities of the Heroic Spirit Nikola Tesla.
"FGO's gacha system—this should be that scientist."
Without hesitation, Sol crushed the card, inheriting the man's legacy.
In reality, Nikola Tesla was a 19th–20th century scientist, inventor, physicist, electrical engineer—the father of alternating current. A pioneer of his age.
In FGO, he was more: a cornerstone of civilization.
A genius who controlled electromagnetism, who unraveled the divine secrets of thunder and gifted electricity to mankind. His achievement elevated him to a Heroic Spirit, his talents marked as EX—immeasurable.
If the real Tesla was a fleeting genius, FGO's Tesla was a god-tier intellect—worthy of a seat in the Astral Express's Genius Society.
Because FGO's science stood on magical foundations, sharing ground with divine authority.
Meaning Tesla truly seized thunder from gods like Zeus and Indra, giving it to humanity.
A mortal who triumphed over gods—surely a feat worthy of the Aeon of Erudition's gaze.
Some might claim Earth's geniuses pale before the cosmos, but Type-Moon's lore proves otherwise: a single Earth encompasses infinite parallel timelines, the Throne of Heroes transcending them all.
These Heroic Spirits weren't chosen from a mere seven billion—they were chosen across countless iterations of said seven billion.
By that scope, their selection rivaled the Genius Society's standards.
Moments later, the Spirit Base fused completely.
Sol found himself in a cluttered lab. Blueprints, components scattered everywhere.
A wild-haired man stared back at him, arrogance radiating even through the mess.
Almost too arrogant—but deservedly so.
An unmatched genius, modern Prometheus, the man who brought Zeus's thunder down to Earth.
Nikola Tesla.
「"I can sever the stars themselves!"」
Sol opened his eyes, repeating Tesla's infamous proclamation.
In that moment, having inherited Tesla's full power, he understood the genius's brilliance.
For a mere human to speak of cutting stars meant he possessed what no ordinary mind could grasp.
Sol glanced at his status panel, more dazzling than any native five-star:
[FGO Gacha System v1.0 – At your service]
[Host: Sol Mercer]
[Age: 22]
[Strength: B]
[Endurance: B]
[Agility: B]
[Mana: B]
[Personal Space: Too many to be displayed "View Details"]
[Noble Phantasm: System Keraunos – Legend of Mankind, Advent of Lightning]
[Innate Skills: Iron Body, Sword Mastery, Hundred Ton Strength, One-Slash Asura, Dragon's Vitality, High-Speed Regeneration, All-Vehicle Mastery, All-Weapon Mastery, Martial Arts Grandmaster, Electrodynamics A, Genius Wisdom A–EX…
[Concept Skills: Eagle's Ammunition, God of Gambling, Duality of Life and Death, Dodge]