“Ah…”
Sitting in his unorganized, messy bedroom, he stared at his phone screen, which was displaying a new banner from his favorite mobile game: “Ryusei Impact”.
It was a character he had been waiting months and months for, even keeping up with the character’s release through leaks before they were officially announced.
A powerful character that was able to wield fire, and most of all, was just his type: silver-hair and a chest that was not too big or too small.
Clear as day, he read the banner header on his phone, over-and-over: [NEW 5 LIMITED, SUPER-EXCLUSIVE LIMITED CHARACTER: Jeanne Crimsonsmith]
The problem?
Jett Levine’s bank funds: [-$5.50]
Perhaps if it wasn’t unfortunate enough that he didn't have the cash to spend on his long-awaited character in the gacha game, it was that he had negative money–just a little touch to rub salt in the wound.
He was as still as a statue for an entire few minutes, staring at disbelief at the notification he had received from his banking account.
‘Five months…Sixteen days…Twenty-two hours…I waited all this time–and I’m not going to get her?!’ He thought.
It wasn’t as though he didn’t properly prepare–in fact, he was diligent as could be, saving every “free-to-play crystal’, or resources obtained through simply playing the game, for months upon months, not daring to do a single summon on another character banner.
The issue was, Jett Levine possessed inexplicably terrible luck. In fact, he believed he was cursed; there was no other explanation for the minimum wage-earning, hopeless young man.
‘All my life I’ve had shit luck! The shittiest of shit! I’ve fumbled every relationship with a girl I’ve had, flunked every important exam, and hit zero on every scratcher I’ve bought!...Yet, even this one time, you can’t throw me a bone?! What the hell did I do to deserve this?! Did I kick puppies in a past life?!’ He questioned.
It wasn’t as though he was born severely introverted or with bad looks; he was average, if not slightly above, in such regards. The only feature of his that really stood out was the light-gray hair he was born with, coming from his mother–though it often led to him receiving odd looks. The problem always came down to one thing: luck.
The ill-fated man let out a sigh, having a whopping zero crystals left to summon with and even less money in his bank account.
‘...No Jeanne for me. Might as well die…Just kidding,’ he thought.
In an attempt to take his mind off the soul-crushing reality of playing a gacha game, he got out of his chair and threw a pale-gray jacket on, zipping up and checking his wallet.
While his bank account was in a sorry state, he at least had enough cash in his pocket for some snacks. He left his apartment after sliding on his shoes, tossing his hood on as well.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
A shower of rain was beating down on the balcony, moistening the railing as he looked over it, letting out a sigh that came out as a frosty mist in the cold weather.
Taking a single step onto the stairs of his apartment, as he lived on the dingy second floor, he found himself unknowingly stepping onto a puddle of water sitting on the step–
“Woah–!”
The silver-haired, blue-eyed man found himself tripping, which could prove to be a lethal experience as only concrete awaited him at the bottom of the stairs.
–Fortunately, he managed to catch himself, grabbing onto the railing as he slowly exhaled in disbelief of how close he came to at the very least, a painful injury.
“Sheesh. Give me a break,” he mumbled before continuing down.
Crossing the parking lot, he looked up towards the grim sky that loomed over Osaka; the solemn clouds continued letting down a shower of cold rain.
‘I could really go for a cheeseburger. I’ve been trying to stay a bit healthier, but it’s not like I’ve ever been able to gain weight, anyway. Cheeseburger, it is,’ he planned.
Losing himself in thought as he sought to cope with his gacha losses with his favorite snack, he wandered onto the street–
BEEEP
A car horn blared against his ears as his vision was filled with the flash of headlights that shined potently during the dim afternoon.
“--Huh?”
As he looked to the side, he found himself directly in the path of a quickly-approaching truck, finding himself freezing for a moment before–
He stepped back. It was purely out of instinct that he managed to stumble backward, but he managed to get himself out of the way of the speeding vehicle, saving himself from becoming red paint on the road.
“Phew,” he breathed out.
Over the course of just a few minutes, he felt he lost a few years off of his life through the skyrocketing of his heart rate in the close encounters.
‘Almost dying twice in a row now…Seriously, is that the worst luck or the best? Knowing me, it’s bad…’ He thought.
With one last sigh emitting from his lips, he sought out to cross the road undisturbed now, setting his sights on the glorious convenience store just across the street which had the snacks he desired.
There were no other issues he found crossing the street; no cars were coming and no slippery puddles aimed to cause him to fall.
–Yet, once he took a single step onto the sidewalk, mere steps from entering the store, perhaps the worst luck of all was struck.
A headache worse than any other erupted; it was so mind-numbingly intense that his vision swirled and his balance instantly was swept from beneath his feet.
‘Huh?’ He thought.
It felt as though a hammer was banging against his skull and static was flickering in his brain; the ominous sensation of blood leaking from his nose was felt, trailing over his lips.
“...Ah…”
As he collapsed onto the sidewalk, all he could somewhat see were frantic civilians gathering around, freaking out, shouting words he couldn’t hear through his rapidly-deteriorating senses.
‘...You have to be kidding me. A death like this? Just my luck,’ he groggily thought.
A brain hemorrhage; spontaneous without any prior signs. No amount of vigilance could save him from such a fate–simply, he was unlucky.
[Reincarnation Process Beginning.]
[Premature death. Arduous life. Abysmal luck.]
[Due to such factors, you will be granted a new lease on life. However, when you next open your eyes, the world you’re familiar with will be gone. One of magic and monsters awaits you–it will be your choice on how you live out this new life.]
[Jett Levine | Age 20 | Occupation: Fast Food Worker | Trait: Misfortune]
[...]
[Adjusting…]
‘Huh…?’
There was no physical body of his own he could sense, even as he attempted to wiggle his fingers, no such sensation arrived. He sat in a black void with only a monotone, female voice greeting his ears.
[Jett Levine | Age 20 | Occupation: Hero | Trait: Evolving Luck]
[System Activation: “Gacha System”]
[Starting Level: 0]
[Good luck on your new adventure, Jett Levine. Welcome to “Fantasia Online”: the virtual rebirth of the unfortunate..]
–
“Gah–!”
As though only a moment had passed from his death until his eyelids suddenly parted, he gasped out, feeling a breath of fresh air enter his lungs as he jumped up.
‘That voice…what was all of that about?’ He wondered.
Sitting there for a moment, he placed his hand down to realize he was sitting on grass. Somehow, he found himself stuck in the middle of a dense forest, surrounded by towering trees of healthy, brown bark.
“What’s going on…? Wait, hold on…I died, didn’t I?” He mumbled, placing his hand on his own head.
‘...It’s hard to say for sure, but I felt something go out with my brain. Like a deathly headache,’ he questioned.
Looking down at his own body, he found himself wearing the same outfit he remembered wearing: plain, black jeans and a pale-gray jacket with some worn sneakers. However, checking his pockets, in place of his phone, he found something else, pulling it out.
“What’s this?...”
It was a full sack of something not exactly light. Opening it up, he found it filled with what looked to be copper coins, however, they weren’t any recognizable currency as they had the symbol of a dragon etched onto them.
In addition, the inscriptions on the coins were of an illegible language, leaving him perplexed.
‘What’s going on here?...That voice mentioned something about the ‘world I’m familiar with being gone’ when I wake up…That can’t be true, right?’ He wondered.
As soon as he gripped one of the coppers between his index finger and thumb, lifting it for a closer look, something flashed in front of his eyes–
“Ghh–?” He flinched briefly.
Blinking a few times, he looked before him to find what appeared to be a digital screen etched in the air in front of him.
“What is…?” He mumbled in disbelief.
[Gacha System Activated]
[ATK: 1 | DEF: 1 | MAG: 5]
[Current Selectable Summon(s): “Rookie Weapon Summon” | “Rookie Creature Summon” | “Rookie Ability Summon: Magic” | “Rookie Ability Summon: Skills”]
It was far too much to take in at once, but in his mind that had been engulfed in gacha games for years and countless, thousands of hours, he instantly recognized the meaning behind the digital prompts.
“Hold up…summons? Is this a gacha game? Huh? This isn’t VR, is it? No way, it can’t be that…” He questioned.
The digital screen imprinted on the air in front of his vision periodically scrolled through each of the summon banners with the “Rookie Weapon Summon” displaying rather basic looking medieval weaponry, though the forefront of it showcased a jeweled sword that was “R” rarity.
‘R…Rare. Wait, isn’t this banner terrible, then?’ He questioned.
[Information: Rookie Summons are the only available options due to your beginner level. You can only obtain up to “R” rarity results in these summons.]
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The monotone voice spoke directly to his mind, causing him to jump a bit as he accidentally slapped his own cheek out of reflex.
He was beginning to understand, though. The words he was originally told directly after dying finally settled in as he realized what was going on: he had been transported into another world. It wasn’t that hard to believe, actually. For him, such stories were fairly common. Still, he was excited.
“Woohoo–! I’m out of that shitty life! No more flipping burgers!” He threw his fist into the air.
Still, he was curious about the intricacies of the ability he possessed, which seemed to pertain to his one, true expertise in life: gacha–or in other terms, games that involved spending premium currency to summon random items of varying quality.
“--Ah? Wait, what’re the rates I’m looking at here, then?” He asked.
[Information: “B” (Basic) rarity = 70% | “N” (Normal) rarity = 20% | “R” (Rare) rarity = 10%]
[Each summon will cost [3] copper.]
Thinking logically, he focused himself while standing in the lonesome forest, processing this for a few minutes as he rubbed his chin.
‘Right now, I’m level zero. It seems this system or whatever is only willing to indulge very basic information, and not all of it, at that. I’m on my own here for the most part. If I’m right though, I should be able to level up by continuously summoning and probably defeating enemies. Ah, speaking of which…’ He thought.
While standing there, he could hear bushes rustling, followed by snarls that didn’t sound beast-like in nature.
Carefully, he set his coin sack in his pocket, keeping only three copper on hand as he clenched them in his fist.
“Alright!” He called out, “Let’s roll one time on the ‘Rookie Weapon Summon’!”
Jumping out from the bushes was a creature his geek-adjusted brain had predicted would appear as one of his first encounters: a short, green-skinned creature of foul appearance, possessing yellow eyes, sharp teeth, and wielding a bloody dagger.
‘A goblin. Alright, it’s no bigger than a fifth-grader! I’ll whoop its ass and get my ‘EXP’!’ He confidently decided.
Just then, he could feel the cool, solid coins disappear from his squeezed fist, witnessing a mystical light appear in front of him that flashed between a variety of colors.
[Summon Initiated!]
A digital screen appeared briefly, flipping through a variety of weapons–swords, spears, daggers, axes, and even shields. An energetic tune emitted from the screen before it landed on the result of his single summon–
[New Weapon Obtained: (B) Rusty Short Sword | Special Traits: Uselessly Dull!]
[ATK: 1]
–A dud summon.
Straight into his grip appeared the outcome of his summon from a puff of smoke and a glow of dull, gray light to represent the [Basic] rarity weapon.
“Argh–!” He gritted his teeth in reaction to the unfortunate summoning.
‘Even in this new life, my luck is still abysmal…! Alright, calm down–it’s just a goblin, right? Even if I’m level zero, I can still beat a simple, little goblin, no?’ He thought.
[Pity: +1 | 1/100]
It wasn’t something he was made aware of by the system voice, but it seemed a pity mechanic existed within his own ability, which was certainly a relief for the man who lacked in the luck department.
Still, none of that mattered if he couldn’t get past the small, green menace before him at that moment.
“Raaaaa!”
The fiendish creator dashed at him with its tongue hanging out, slobbering as it jabbed its dagger in his direction.
“Hey, hey! Take a chill pill, huh?!” He called out desperately, unprepared for a fight now.
He was forced on the backfoot, moving backward as he miraculously avoided being plucked by the sharp weapon, stumbling and nearly tripping over, but somehow those awkward movements made him unpredictable.
Just as he took another step back, his back hit the trunk of a tree, blocking him from going further as the goblin charged at him relentlessly, stomping with its verdant soles through the mud.
‘Shit!’ He thought.
There was no choice but to go for his own offense, slashing in front of him in a wide, formless swing that didn’t come anywhere close from catching the slippery goblin.
It spun around with unorthodox movements, leaping forward and stabbing towards his leg, managing to penetrate his thigh. As quickly as he had been stabbed into, he stumbled back and kicked the goblin away from him, preventing the edge of the dagger from going any deeper into his leg.
“Nngh…!”
Though it wasn’t deep, it nonetheless hurt, causing him to retaliate with another swipe of his sword.
“--Huh?!”
Only a small cut was left on the green-skinned savage’s chest as it looked surprised for a moment before realizing only minimal damage had been done.
‘Crap! This sword really is trash! It’s going to get me killed!’ He thought.
“Ke-he-he…”
Right in his face, it laughed with a sound that came to his ears as if it was choking on its own drool.
If there was one thing Jett lacked besides luck, it was a temper:
“Oh, yeah!!” He raced forward.
Instead of relying on the less-than-useful weapon he had summoned, he caught the goblin off-guard as it realized too late that he wasn’t swinging the dull blade he held in his right hand, but instead swinging his balled-up fist of his left.
“--Krr?!”
A surprised, pained sound escaped the lips of the foul goblin as the youthful man’s knuckles slammed against its cheek, causing it to spit out a mixture of saliva and blood.
‘Part of the reason why I ended up a deadbeat with a crappy job, well…I wasn’t the most law-abiding student out there. I used to be quite the delinquent–I got into my fair share of fights. Ditching class, smoking cigs, and fighting students from other schools–that doesn’t exactly provide you the brightest of futures. I tried to get my act together, but well…my luck speaks for itself. Even now, that fiery, hot-headed spirit is an integral part of me. In this moment…I’ll let the old Jett Levine come out!’ He thought.
“Ora! Ora! Ora!”
Completely abandoning the concept of swinging the useless sword at that moment, he relentlessly threw his fists forward, pummeling the goblin, who had no way of countering as it was thrashed around.
–Still, aimless fist-throwing could only get him so far against a fantastical creature.
“Gah!”
As he threw his fist forward once more, the bloodied-and-bruised goblin countered by biting down on his hand, chomping without any reservation as its dirty, sharp teeth dug in.
It was the bite no doubt of something fighting for its life; its fangs pierced his skin, drawing a squirt of blood from his hand.
‘...This is real! If I can’t win–I’ll die! I’ll die again!...I refuse!’ He thought.
Swinging his arm around to try and shake the goblin off, it only caused it to bite down harder, digging its teeth hard enough for the man to feel the bite force on his own bones.
“Ghh–!”
Opting to stab at it with his dagger, he was greeted by skin-crawling nimbleness from his foe as the goblin finally released his hand, but not before crawling up his arm and kicking the dagger out of his hand.
‘Crap!’ He reacted.
Unable to catch it as he flailed his arm in an attempt to grab it, he caught out of the corner of his eye the foul, green creature swiping its dagger towards his throat.
“--!”
At the last moment, he managed to swerve himself to the side, instead taking the swipe of the dagger to his cheek.
Blood dripped from his bitten hand and his sliced cheek; the warm flow was different from the brawls he had gotten into as a highschooler. It was a life-or-death fight; unlike childhood skirmishes.
“...A fight to the death from the get-go, huh? Sorry, but I’m not giving up on my new lease on life so easily, so what that in mind…” He said.
Putting some distance between himself and the fiendish goblin, he slowly reached into the coin sack in his pocket, rummaging through it briefly before pulling out six copper in total.
‘I can hardly consider it a ‘cheat ability’ with my abysmal luck, but still…no matter how bad my luck is, numbers are numbers!’ He thought.
“All’s fair in love and war, so don’t get upset about getting ganged up on!” He yelled out, “Here’s your copper, so give me two rolls on the ‘Rookie Familiar Summon’, you damn system!”
As he held his hand up, clenching the copper that was his lifeline in the air like shining treasure, they vanished from his grip and in return, that mystical light appeared once more.
[Summon x2 Initiated!]
While the digital display of the summoning process showcased a variety of silhouettes–human and non-human–flashing by, his foe wasn’t so courteous as to wait, instead dashing straight towards him.
“Alright…now hurry up, would ya?!” He yelled out, watching as the goblin charged at him.
Left without anywhere to run with his back pressed against the grating bark of the tree and no weapon in his hand to defend himself with, it was all up to the luck of the draw now.
As he raised his arms in a desperate guard with the goblin approaching, feeling his heart wildly thumping in his chest and his blood flowing with a sublime heat in the battle–
FWOOM
Two separate beams of light manifested between him and the goblin, cutting it off and causing the yellow-eyed creature to pause in confusion.
“Kre?!” The goblin let out.
To the left was a bright-blue light, however, on the right, a radiant, golden shine gave off from the pillar.
“...Come on…” He muttered under his breath, praying that his suspicions were correct.
Jumping forth as the light dimmed, the goblin lunged at him with its dagger held, blocking his vision from the results of his dual summoning.
‘Shit…!’ He thought, hiding behind his arms.
–However, no such dagger met his flesh as the noise of the blade meeting something solid reached his ears.
“Huh?”
As he lowered his arms, he found a new figure standing between him and the ravenous goblin: a middle-aged man with a scruffy, ginger beard and clad in studded leather armor. The mysterious man burped out, holding the circular, wooden shield in front of himself before pushing back against the goblin’s dagger, knocking the creature back.
“Just in time! Ha-ha!” The man said with a deep voice, wielding a smile of his own as he turned to face the stunned summoner, “Well met!”
[New Familiar Obtained: (N) Booze-Lover Gunter | Special Traits: Smells like mead!]
[ATK: 7 | DEF: 10 | MAG: 2]
[Pity: +1 | 2/100]
He was stunned for a solid few seconds, partially because he was still alive, but also because of the rather tall, muscle-built man standing in front of him, “I…summoned you?”
“That you did! I answered your call! As did she!” Gunter told him with a thumbs-up, resting his battle ax on his shoulder.
“‘She’...?” He repeated.
It was just then once the booze-smelling warrior had moved aside did he see the other result of his summon, one that made his heart beat harder, this time with inexplicable excitement–
[Pity Reset: 0/100]
[New Familiar obtained: (R) Holy Spellblade Edith | Special Traits: Level Scaling!]
[ATK: 20 | DEF: 9 | MAG: 20]
‘An (R) rarity?!...That’s a ten-percent chance!’ He realized.
The stats wielded by the summoned figure took his attention, but the appearance of them stole it entirely:
A woman with flowing, silver hair, dressed in a mix of leather and white-steel armor that matched the flawless glow of her hair, unsheathed a longsword from a scabbard decorated with the etchings of a dragon’s claw.
Along the immaculate silver of the blade were inscriptions that began to glow as she ran her gauntlet-protected fingers over it, chanting something quietly: “Burning Edge.”
The enchantment was called upon calmly even whilst the desperate goblin picked itself up and rushed the silver-haired, pale-skinned woman.
As she finally opened her eyes, revealing their beautiful coloring akin to amethyst, she lifted her sword as her sights were set on the goblin, waiting until it drew close until she unleashed a single swipe of her blade upon its flesh.
“--Kree!”
A massive gash was cut through its torso, yet as it fell down with its blood spilling, the enchantment placed upon the beautiful woman’s blade manifested, causing the fiend to erupt into flames.
“Awesome…!” Jett reacted.
Reduced to ash, the goblin’s cries vanished just as its physical form did, leaving nothing left as the silver-haired beauty returned her weapon to its sheath.
[EXP: +5 | 5/5]
[Level Up!]
[Level 1 | 0/10]
‘I gained experience, even though I wasn’t the one that dealt the killing blow. So…even my familiars can get experience for me,’ he realized.
[New Skill(s) Acquired! | Temporary Summon]
‘A new skill? I’ll check that later…I have a lot of things to figure out–first and foremost, these two,’ he thought.
As he looked forward, he could see the silver-haired woman approaching him, who had smooth, pale skin and a face like a princess, yet dressed in lavish, dependable armor.
“It’s done. Are you alright, Master?” The spellblade woman walked over to him.
“...Master?!” He repeated.
Edith nodded, looking at him with her glistening, purple irises, “It was your summon that I responded to, no? That makes you my master.”
“Well…Just Jett is fine,” he said.
Gunter laughed, giving him a playful, but not gentle, slap on the back, “Master, Jett, whatever works for me! We’ve been summoned to assist–well, with that being said, I could go for some booze. How about it, Jett?”
It was hard to adjust to the sudden presence of two more people, whose existence was mystical in nature to him, though the aroma of booze that swirled around Gunter wasn’t easy to handle. The stench of mead was made worse by the fact the scruffy-bearded, shaggy-haired man slung his arm around the slim man’s neck, bringing him into a slight embrace as he laughed:
“My town of origin, Merdlum, is just down a nearby path! I betcha that’s why you summoned me–ha-ha!” Gunter laughed, “It’s the best drinking capital in all of the great continent of Elyrian!”
Edith led the way, somewhat stoic and pragmatic in her ways as she decided to make herself the lookout for any other fiendish creatures on their path through the forest. On their way, the silver-haired woman tended to his wounds with a simple healing spell, which worked well enough for his minor wounds.
“Gunter, I think you’re suffocating our Master with your stench,” Edith remarked while walking in front of the two men.
“Huh?! Nonsense! The sweet aroma of mead is the scent of flowers for men! Ain’t that right, Jett?!” Gunter laughed boisterously.
It was somewhat difficult to talk while walking side-to-side with the broad man who kept his arm slung around his shoulder, weighing down like a tree log.
“Err, it’s fine,” he chuckled.
As he headed down the loosely-paved road within the forest, he condensed the knowledge he had gathered in his first day so far amidst his new life.
‘I’ve only got enough copper for two more summons–maybe less, depending on how much Gunter drinks…My first priority should be finding a way to make money. Which if this is a fantasy world like I’m thinking, I’m sure there will be quests I can take,’ he deduced.
Gunter’s words did not lead them astray: there was indeed a small, but not quiet town awaiting at the end of the road within the forest.
The soft sunlight of the noon day danced down on Merdlum, and like a child that had been reunited with a lost toy, the muscular man danced, clapping his hands as he moved towards the tavern.
“Mead-o! Mead-o!” Gunter chanted.
‘Ah…I’m going to have no copper by the end of this, huh?’ He realized.