Author's Note: ALL ROLLS ARE RANDOM!
pls stop complaining, I'm sabotaging the MC! It's not my fault, I've got bum luck!
If I've made any mistake pls let me know so we can correct it, as I accept my mistakes rather than hide them
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I tore the second Silver ticket.
[XIV - Temperance]
|Common Item|
Tarot Card - Allows you to attain complete mental clarity and focus, dispelling all negative mental conditions. 48 Hour Cooldown.
A tarot card materialized, glowing faintly with some strange mystical energy.
'A tarot card?' I frowned. 'That means there are twenty-one others somewhere in the gacha pool. This one's kind of useless for me though. My Chaos Response trait already gives me immunity to mental manipulation. And the cooldown is way too long.'
But it was an item, which meant I could give it to someone else to use.
I tore the third and final Silver ticket.
'Please be good. Please be good.'
[Gradual Transformation]
|Rare Ability|
You can gradually transform your body into any shape, but due to the transformation being slow, it must be used carefully. It would take roughly 3 hours to slowly turn into a cat and you cannot increase or decrease your mass by more than 500%
Heat spread through my body uncomfortably, like my cells were rearranging themselves. Then it settled into background awareness.
'Shapeshifting. Slow as hell, but shapeshifting.'
And then another notification appeared.
[10 Abilities Collected! 3rd Ability Slot Added]
"Hell yeah!" I fist-pumped the air in sheer excitement.
Everyone in the jet turned to stare at me.
The agents raised their weapons halfway, fingers on triggers.
Donald looked concerned. "Mr. Kaisen, are you alright?"
"Ah, sorry, everyone!" I said quickly, lowering my hand in embarrassment. "I'm just excited to see the Himalayas for the first time. They're beautiful from up here."
I gestured toward the window.
The agents slowly lowered their weapons but kept watching me like I might explode.
'I really need to get my act together,' I thought, face heating with embarrassment. 'Stop celebrating gacha pulls out loud. You lunatic.'
I calmed myself, forcing my breathing to even out.
One ticket left.
The Gold Gacha ticket.
I'd already rolled Gold tickets before. Even higher tiers like Platinum and Diamond. But that last Diamond roll had really put me in the dumps.
This was it.
My chance to get something actually useful to deal with all this bullshit around me.
To maximize my chances. I pressed my palms together in prayer, closing my eyes.
'Our Lord and Savior, RNGesus,' I thought reverently. 'I was a fool to have cursed you out. I spoke in anger and desperation. As repentance, I'll spin this roll in your honor. Please bless this lowly gambler with your divine grace.'
I mentally tore the Golden ticket, feeling it dissolve in my mind as the gacha wheel started spinning.
Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick.
The sound echoed in my head, each tick stretching out for what felt like hours.
The wheel slowed.
Slower.
Slower.
And finally stopped on:
[Gambler]
|Elite Trait|
Lets go gambling! Ah dangit. Every time you would roll the ticket, you roll a D20 first, depending on the roll you get, {20}= Ticket Rank Up, {19 - 17}= Advantage, {16 - 13}= Change Ticket Type, {12 - 8}= Nothing happens, {7 - 2}= Ticket rank down, {1}= Ticket is destroyed. This trait can be rerolled or toggled.
My mind short-circuited.
I stared at the description, reading it once, twice, three times.
'This... this is...'
I couldn't even finish the thought.
Tears started forming in my eyes, running down my cheeks.
The sheer possibilities. The stakes. The rush.
Every single gacha pull would now be a gamble on top of a gamble. A meta-gamble. Gambling on whether my gambling would be good or bad.
It was beautiful.
It was perfect.
It was exactly what a degenerate gambler like me deserved.
'I thought you were just a slimy bastard,' I thought, my mental voice choked with emotion. 'I thought you were adamant on ruining my rolls and making my life as miserable as possible.'
I fell to my knees right there in the jet, pressing my forehead to the floor in a full kowtow.
"I'm sorry," I sobbed out loud. "I'm so sorry I doubted you. I promise... I'll be the best gambler. The absolute best. You beautiful, beautiful R.O.B."
Around me, I heard the distinctive click-clack of multiple weapons being armed.
"HOSTILE MOVEMENT!"
"Target is on the ground!"
"Is he performing witchcraft?!"
"DON'T SHOOT!" Donald's voice cut through the chaos. "Stand down! All of you, stand down!"
I ignored them, continuing my prayer to RNGesus.
'All hail the God of Chance! All hail the Lord of Probability! I am your faithful servant! I will roll with honor and gamble with pride!'
"Mr. Kaisen!" Donald was crouched beside me, hand on my shoulder. "Are you alright? Are you in pain?"
"He's clearly up to no good!" one of the agents said. "Should we sedate him?"
"No!" Donald snapped. "Nobody touches him without my authorization!"
I finally looked up, tears still streaming down my face, my vision blurry again from crying.
The entire jet was staring at me.
"I'm fine," I said, my voice hoarse. "I'm completely fine. Better than fine, actually. I just... I just realized how beautiful life is."
Donald helped me back into my seat, his expression shifting from concern to something like pity.
"He's clearly traumatized," Donald said to the agents, his voice low but not quiet enough that I couldn't hear. "Acute stress response, probably PTSD from witnessing the massacre. He's lost some mental stability, so we need to handle him carefully."
The agents lowered their weapons slowly, but now they were looking at me with pity instead of suspicion.
They thought I was insane.
And honestly? Maybe I was. Maybe getting a trait that turned every gacha pull into Russian roulette with extra steps was a sign of mental illness.
But I didn't care.
I had the Gambler trait.
Every pull would be an adventure and a risk.
A real gamble where I could lose everything or gain more than I dreamed.
"All hail RNGesus," I whispered, wiping tears from my eyes with my new smart glasses.
[Image Here]
Donald sat back down across from me, watching me carefully like I might have another episode.
"Mr. Kaisen," he said gently. "We'll be landing in Washington in approximately an hour. When we arrive, you'll be taken to a secure medical facility for evaluation. Standard procedure for unknown individuals with potential superhuman capabilities."
"Sure," I said, still grinning like an idiot. "Whatever you need."
"We'll run some tests. Blood work, brain scans, physical examination. Nothing invasive without your consent. The Director wants to understand what happened to you and how you survived."
"Uh-huh."
"Are you listening to me, Mr. Kaisen?"
"Absolutely," I lied.
I wasn't listening at all. I was too busy thinking about the Gambler trait and all the possibilities it opened up.
I pulled up my mental interface again, looking at the Gambler trait sitting there, glowing with potential.
Toggle on or off.
I could turn it off.
Play it safe and roll tickets normally without risking destruction.
Or I could embrace the chaos.
Live up to my namesake.
My finger hovered over the toggle.
Then I grinned.
"All in," I whispered.
The trait stayed active.
Donald looked up from his tablet. "What was that?"
"Nothing," I said. "Talking to myself."
'Nakime,' I thought, reaching out. 'Hang in there. I'll figure something out.'
I was ready to gamble everything.
One more time.
[A/N]: Gambler trait was the only Intentionally picked Trait for obvious reasons
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