The light in the ceiling hangs without worry. The open window at the side gives the picturesque image of the busy yet o' so peaceful street.
But even with those dull and ever-so-common scenarios partaking in every day life, the haggard and panic breathing of one person in this room very much says the complete opposite if his eyes could tell.
"Thoughts for tea?"
A voice not from his loud wheezing came at the opposite seat, in front of his slouch sitting.
"I... Ugh... What". His reply.
The other shrugged. "Meh. I'll give you coffee then." He waved his hand.
On the glass table between the two sofas, a cup of tea and a cup of coffee appeared without any fanfare for magical effects.
"Let's get this over quickly, we both don't want anything to make this conversation longer as it should, seeing as the situation you are in now, being in the process of insertion of memories, you are more than want to get rest as quickly as possible." The maybe magician spoke to him, a position of having an episode of unnaturally induced migraine.
Shrugging and reaching for the tea, the man? took out a tablet and started to recite what was on it.
"Ahem. Now then please listen properly, even when you can't do so, but let's pretend you can:
Good morning, evening, or night.
We, the Dimension Statistics Bureau, have come to the decision of implementing a variety of tests in the interaction, behaviour, consequences, actions, etc... of outsiders to other universes. Including those that do not, of those that have foreknowledge of said universes may take actions and their activities that may or may not contribute to the structural integrity of that assigned universe.
With assistance to the Soul Management Bureau, we have compiled a total of 267,914,296 participants that will undergo these tests. Half of which have an already pre-existing knowledge and the other without any knowledge of the same universe they are put on.
A batch of 20 groups with 10 each of the assigned awareness and unaware categories are put in different universes with the same "series". The remaining 16 of the 267,914,296 will serve as an "invader" that will try to deliberately destabilise other participants' universes randomly."
He took a sip of his cup, eyes? not leaving the tablet he's? holding. "But with the awareness of the participants' situation where they may be given a premature death, we have been granted authority to give those participants a series of random ability, equipment, traits, innate skills, companion, and another random of the latter five. The level of potency the participants' six given random gifts are reliant on their past life's achievements. Though only one of the six are changed based on achievements. In which of the six? It is random.
Additionally, random pulls are pulled if those participants' achievements are null or are considered non-notable. Each participants' achievements are categories in how they left the world with, achievements notable that are told as legends are given a legendary gift and life that are remembered as a simple person are given the first category. Eight categories are the level of potency of the gifts the participants will be given.
Furthermore, in the acknowledgement of participants' development of arrogance or deranged behaviours, curses will also be put to limit any that exceed the category of the fourth potency."
He? raised his eyes to the other that's seated. "Got all of that?".
"Ugh. Ah. Yeah...". Currently laying on the couch, still having an episode of mind spaghetti.
Throwing the device in hand on the table, it? summarised everything. "So, higher people are testing the worlds of their change with isekai or reincarnated people with and without prior knowledge of those worlds. But people may die, so gacha is included for the decision of your power, but you also get cursed if too strong. Understood?" They? sipped their? tea.
Massaging the middle of his brows to ease the ever present migraine. He replied. "Ah, yeah. Thank you for shortening it...". The creeping darkness around his vision seems to slowly take over.
"There are over 200 million of you, all of which are reincarnated, transmigrated, transported, or summoned. In your case, it is transmigration, your soul will be put in an identical vessel of your past life, while also attainment to what trait you will spin." The tea enjoyer explained further.
Having no motivation to sit upright on the sofa anymore, he layed down to focus more energy on massaging his head. "Different categories of what type of transition we all get too... Random as well?".
Shaking their head, no. "It's dependent on the situation and state the participants are in. Those who have regrets and want to restart in life are reincarnated, people satisfied or have lingering attachments with their current situation are transmigrated to a similar background. Transported are those that likes who they are but dislike their native world, summoned are those that are uncertain of their thoughts. All of you are those that have died, or some will die very much the same day, are choosen. Taken from your world to now."
"Hmm. I get it." Partially that is. This headache just won't stop. He will remember this conversation after this brain arrangement is done.
The other being opened their arms similar to a magician revealing an upcoming trick. The gesture invoking the space behind them to warp, six dulled colored wheel appeared behind their seated figure.
"Then let's put in display your upcoming collections!". They snapped their hand and the wheel behind them spun.
"There are eight categories in this that you people call gacha: Bronze, Silver, Gold, Platinum, Diamond, Legendary, Mythic, and Divine. All of which will decide the potency of the things you will get!". Two of the wheels stopped and shone in Silver.
"But the potency and destructive capacity in some are too much to be put in one person, so the category of Divine is impossibly low, one in an octillion chance. With the first five categories more than engulf 97% of the wheels, the chances are, silvers to platinum are more likely the you, the participants, are likely getting." One stopped at platinum.
A diamond sheen. "And you're quite the lucky one, if my statistics are not wrong, you are at least in the 19% now. But that also puts you in the unfortunates that will be cursed."
Another diamond. "Hah! I can't say that's lucky or unlucky! Getting two curses might hurt but at the very least, it won't be too heavy!" The being's face showed a growing smirk.
"I... I don't think I want to talk anymore..." Slurred the other.
"But hey, you have the bigger chance of surviving. Not most can climb the 'struggling to be a relevant character' to 'inside the plot character'. You get the front row seat of the ridiculous scenarios of the story." They let out a brief laugh. A cup of champagne appeared on their hand.
"I doubt even must could get anything beyond platinum, except for the small part. The only one left is your achievements in life. So let's celebrate your abnormality of being spec-" a pink sheen. A pink sheen of mythic shone from the stable wheel.
"...?!" They somehow choked at thin air.
Without wasting more time, the five wheels spun yet again. Their shine is accompanied by blurred words in their fast cycle.
The first to stop are the silvers. Ability and the random addition.
[Measure King]
|Common Ability|
Measure once, cut twice. Allows you to know the exact dimensions and measurements of anything you come across just by taking a look at them.
[Rule of Cool]
|Uncommon Trait|
You have the Rule of Cool, physics bends around you slightly to allow you to do things the "cool" way while ignoring the fact that it shouldn't work, Style AND Substance baby. Grab a bullet out of the air and send it back, walk with your back to an explosion without feeling anything, do tricks in the middle of a fight without incurring any disadvantages, etc. Doing things the cool way just comes naturally to you.(Does not affect your stats or level of skills.)
The being's evaluating eyes stared at the rolls. "Damn, you go- nevermind that! How the fuck did you skedaddle into a mythic?!" Remembering the event that hasn't even passed the 10 second mark. But the answer they got was snoring silence. "What kind of life did you live?"
The platinum item stopped next.
[Tome of the Starscourge]
|Elite Item|
(Tome)Elden Ring - A magical tome containing the studies and records of Radahn the Starscourge, allowing its reader to study it to learn and harness his gravity magic.
"... Ridiculous. How can you keep getting these bouts of luck?" They muttered. They turned their eyes to the two diamonds. "And this one wouldn't have you worried about money."
[Master Fine Arts]
|Epic Skill|
You have the skills of a true Master Artist. Having incredible, almost supernatural skill in most fine arts, Drawing, Painting, Sketching, Sculpting, Engraving, etc., and in general, the art of making things more aesthetically pleasing comes naturally to you. Given some time and inspiration, you can produce masterpieces; you instinctively know what kind of aesthetics appeals to what kinds of people, how to pour your thoughts and emotions into your works, and create art that can shake the hearts of even the sternest art critics. You would most likely be renowned as one of the greatest in art history. And you are the exact kind of person they speak in legends of gods being pissy about mortals beating them in a game of skill and cursing them.
[Grimm Wyvern] from gold
|Epic Familiar|
RWBY - A gigantic Grimm Wyvern, as a Grimm the Wyvern can sense and track negative emotions. Its gigantic size makes it a powerful mount being strong enough to sink warships. In addition, it can release Grimm fluid that spawns lesser Grimm that it can command.
The eyes of their's skimmed through the descriptions, their hand flicking the cork of the celebratory drink, the piece of wood hit the sleeping headache square to the head. "Ghagh..." The effect only makes the pain in his head grow, yet his slumber uninterrupted.
Pouring the red drink to a glass bottle they conjured from nothing, they sigh in exasperation. "Why is it that it is you that I was assigned." Though seemingly talking to the sleeping man, their voice directed elsewhere.
The revolving shine of the pink mythical wheel has taken its turn to halt.
They did not look, the act of gaze is a form of formality to them, but the mixed cocktail of amusement, exasperation, and surprise has turned that formality to be forgotten.
[Nidhogg]
|Mythical Trait|
Race Change - You are a descendant of Nidhogg, the mythical dragon of Death and Decay. You are able to swap between your base form and Nidhogg at will; the degree of transformation dictates the amount of power you have access to. You possess tremendous physical abilities and incredibly potent and dense magical energy. You possess an overwhelming affinity towards necromancy, being able to naturally revive the dead into undead under your command and massively boosting the potency and efficiency of any necromancy-based abilities or spells you use. Your dragon breath has the concept of decay distilled into itself, decaying whatever it touches, down to the flesh, down to the soul, down to the existence. Effectiveness varies depending on the target and their power level.
"...heh." a brief huff of amusement took out the two other emotions. Their figure turned red from five lights behind.
Once more, the wheels spin. This time to give malice to the receiver.
"Surprisingly enough, I had fun." Standing up, he pours out on another glass. The cup of coffee, still steaming, disappeared. Replaced by red liquid of alcohol. "Congratulations and welcome, Hœffmann. May your journey be fruitful and fun. May what you seek be found."
In an exaggerated gesture they bowed with a hat from nothing in their hand.
They were here, now they are not.
The wheels stopped.
Curse Severity: 2, 4, 7, 13, 15.
Dead Tongue. No longer shall the joy of sustenance be gifted to him, dead in the joy of consumption. Cursed to never be accustomed to the taste of creation.
Orphan. He shall not be given the ever loving heart of a mother nor the unfellable protection of a father. Cursed to rove this desolate land on his bleeding feet.
Bad Blood. History of the past dictates the views of today. Already branded with history of malice that he did not do. Cursed to be dictated by what he is not.
Experience Required. Stripped from grace, he shall retrace his step to what once was his promised glory. Cursed of his hand's forgetfulness in what was innate.
Unfamiliar. Betrayal or unworthy, the decision comes from the caged beasts. The crown that commands shall be the one who rises without a slouch. Cursed to prove his worth in the eyes of his shadows.
Yet again one singular wheel spun. It stopped to the world he shall partake as a face.
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THERESA DAILY NEWS.
The current order of High Lord Otto. In a decree that has shaken the very foundations of the treaty, High Lord Otto has officially commanded the mobilization of the legendary Order of the Geass.
From the obsidian spires of Fortress Veyra, the Lord Marshal issued the call at dawn today, signaling the end of the uneasy peace that has held for a generation. The Geass, Royal Guards bound by 7th century oath, are assembling beneath the banners of the Black Eagle.
The current reaction of the other nations are not approving of the violations of the International Law of Non-Biological Enhanced Soldiers.