Wizarding Gacha System
The user receives 3 Gacha Pulls every month.
All items, character assimilations, and powers are and will always be related to magic, in one way, shape, or form.
All damaged items will heal over time, as long as they haven't been completely destroyed.
There is no summoning system.
And lastly: There is no pity system. None. Don't ask.no we will not give you one even if you bagged us.
Thank you for using the Best Wizarding Gacha System
(We are not responsible for user actions, in any shape or form.)
Mari stared at the screen for a long moment.
"…'The best wizarding gacha system?'" she repeated, deadpan. "Yeah. Sure. And I'm the Queen of England."
Then, a new notification lit up at the bottom:
[You have 3 free Gacha Pull available. Would you like to now?]
→ Yes
→ No
Mari stared at the Yes and No options floating in the air.
She glanced around, turning her head left and right, making sure no one was watching her from the alley or the nearby street. Once she confirmed she was alone, she dropped to her knees and clasped her hands together in exaggerated prayer.
"Oh gods… or goddesses… or whoever's listening up there please bless this humble girl who has never done anything wrong in her life… with a good pull. Amen."
With a shaky breath and all the nervous energy of someone about to roll away their soul, Mari reached up and tapped Yes.
[Gacha Pull Initiated…]
The screen flickered wildly. A chaotic spiral of colors spun around as arcane symbols danced in the air. A mechanical whir echoed faintly in her ears. She bit her lip, eyes locked on the glitchy animation.
"This is it," she muttered. "Come on, give me something good. OP would be ideal. Decent is fine. Just please not trash."
The glowing roulette slowed…
Slower…
Tick. Tick. Tick.
One final flash of light.
[You Have Received: Iteam -- semi- sentient Grimoire ( soul bound )]
Mari blinked.
Then blinked again.
"…What the hell is this?"
A smaller prompt appeared beneath the card, flickering softly:
[Click to View Description]
With a gulp and a nervous twitch of her eye, Mari tapped the glowing text.
The description popped up:
Type: item
Rarity: A+
Description:A semi-sentient magical grimoire that contains a wide variety of spells from across dimensions.
It speaks. (Yes, it has opinions.)
It selects spells for you, but only when it feels like it.
The grimoire cannot be destroyed, though it can get "bored" and go dormant.
Bond level affects what it reveals.
Mood swings possible. Proceed with caution.
Warning: Do not try to burn it. It will remember.
Mari slowly scrolled down, her face becoming blank as she read the last line.
"…It talks?"
Mari blinked and muttered, "Great… a talking book. Just what I needed."
Letting out a sigh, Mari glanced at the items in her inventory before deciding to summon the grimoire into her hand.
A small, glowing black book with an intricate, almost eldritch design shimmered into existence before her. Its cover snapped open with a leathery crack, and the yellowed pages fluttered as if stirred by an unseen wind.
A dry, raspy voice whispered from the book:
"Oh, so you're my new master. But why are you bleeding? And more importantly why are you dressed like a poor person?"
The grimoire's pages fluttered again as it floated lazily around Mari, as if inspecting her with amused curiosity.
The book let out what could only be described as a long, disappointed sigh.
"A tragic downgrade in masters, clearly. Now I'm stuck with a child. And a poor child, no less. How utterly tragic."
Mari's eyebrow twitched violently.
Her hands clenched into fists at her sides.
"Okay, wow," she said through gritted teeth. "Why don't we dial back the elitist commentary, floating insult generator?"
The book twirled midair with smug grace, its pages fluttering smugly.
Mari took a deep breath and forced a brittle smile.
"Look, let's be mature about this. Why don't we… you know, introduce ourselves like civilized people? Or books. Or whatever you are."
The grimoire stilled, as if considering her offer.
Then, with exaggerated slowness, it spoke again.
"Very well. I am the first creation of the Archmage Grimgirm, the First of His Name Lord and Protector of Books, Keeper of Forbidden Knowledge, and Guardian of the towers of knowledge "It paused for emphasis."You may address me as 'Your Grace', or perhaps more appropriately, 'My Lord.''
Mari stared at it.
Blink. Blink.
"…Yeah, no. I'm not calling you that."
The book quivered in midair ."I beg your—?"
"From now on, I'm calling you Grim." Mari smirked.
A horrified gasp echoed from within its binding. "That is not—! That's not even remotely appropriate!"
"Grim it is," Mari said, turning away from the floating book as she sat back down in the alley, a smug grin plastered across her face. Her eyes flicked back to the glowing screen hovering in front of her, which still displayed her remaining two gacha pulls.
"Nice to meet you, partner. My name's Mari."
Grim hovered behind her, practically vibrating with offense.
"Unbelievable," he muttered, his pages fluttering in exasperation." Bound to a snarky street child with blood in her hair and no respect for literary titles…"
Mari grinned without looking back.
"Better get used to it," she said, flicking her finger at the screen. "Or I'll start calling you Booky 2.0."
There was a beat of silence.
"…You wouldn't dare."
Mari raised an eyebrow. "Try me."
Grim groaned, somehow managing to sound both ancient and melodramatic.
"This is my punishment. For trying to destroy my last host's marriage, I'm now stuck with a child. A bleeding, child."
Mari blinked. "…Wait. Back up. What did you do to their marriage?"
Grim sniffed, or at least made a sound suspiciously like a sniff. "They ignored me for six years, Mari. Six. I was gathering dust next to a cookbook. A cookbook. You'd go mad too."
Mari slowly turned her head. "…You home wrecked someone because they benched you?"
"It was a morally educational experience. For everyone involved."
Mari narrowed her eyes at the floating book, then let out a long sigh. She turned her attention back to the glowing gacha screen in front of her, its light flickering gently with the prompt:
[2 Gacha Pulls Remaining]
She clasped her hands together again, though this time with significantly less faith and more frustration.
"Please… something good. Or at least decent," Mari muttered to herself.
Grim floated beside her, tilting slightly in the air as he studied her with what could only be described as a judgmental look—at least, as much as a floating book could look judgmental.
"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice laced with suspicion.
Mari, now sitting on the alley floor, had her hands clasped together, head bowed.
"I'm praying to God," she said matter-of-factly.
"…Why?"
"Because I want to. Anyway, don't distract me," Mari snapped, cracking one eye open to glare at him.
Grim muttered something that sounded vaguely like "Blasphemous nonsense", but floated back a little.
Taking a deep breath, Mari pressed the glowing [YES] button for her second gacha pull.
The familiar shimmer of light erupted from the screen, swirling in digital ribbons as the summoning animation began again. Mari held her breath, fingers crossed, heart pounding in anticipation.
"Come on… something good… something that won't insult my blood loss…"