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The weather was shit. Like, today it was supposed to be sunny and warm there should be no cloud in sight and it was for a few hours. But then the weather had a mood swing, got all depressed or something, and started raining. The fucking weather app told me there was little to no chance of rain. Now I'm all wet and shivering. Huh… weather app lied to me. Like, what happened to sunny and warm weather, huh? You stupid weather app.
Another thing I hate about living in this shithole of a country other than the corrupt-ass politicians.
Well, this is all stuff I could be saying... if I wasn't lying in the middle of the woods with my back broken and bleeding out. It was a miracle that I was still alive. Now, I won't be alive for much longer. Ahh… this is the worst way to die. Like, if you're going to die, it should be quick and painless not suffering with your back all broken and bleeding out, and being conscious while dying.
I guess I can say: Truck-kun didn't kill me. Rock-kun did.
"Hehehe," I chuckled at my own self-made joke.
I slipped and fell from a great height off a cliff. I'm paralyzed… dying. I'm slowly losing my vision, and everything is hard to focus on.
And I'm making jokes about my situation. What a joker I am. Well, my mom always said you should make jokes in stressful situations.
"Fuck… I don't want to die like this," I said, as my eyes became heavy and my breathing slowed. "Damn it, I didn't even have a girlfriend or get a chance to buy my first bike a Kawasaki Z H2."
Did it matter? A tear dropped from his eye and rolled down his cheek.
"And the most important thing… I wish I did more good things…"
Those were the last words he spoke before his eyes finally closed forever.
17-year-old Alfred Semion died, wishing he did more good things for the world
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Alfred opened his eyes. He found himself in a space that was entirely white from the sky to the ground, everything was white. He turned his head around. There was no other color present here, only white. The whiteness of the place was getting super creepy, like he was in a mental asylum for the sick and the mentally ill.
"Well, you are surprisingly calm about our situation, Mr. Semion," a voice behind him spoke. It was calm, despite the fact that the tone and sound both didn't exist and did at the same time. There was no identifiable gender to the voice—it was neither male nor female, neither old nor young. The voice sounded like everything and nothing at once, like it both belonged and didn't belong, yet somehow existed and could be heard.
And Alfred was sure there was nothing behind him he had checked before while looking around the white space. But the voice came from behind, so he turned himself around to look.
There stood a being that couldn't be described by words. It was a large, ever-expanding mass of smoke and tentacles. Looking at it, Alfred couldn't comprehend what he was seeing.
"Oh, I always love the look mortals give when they try to comprehend me. It never gets old," the being spoke.
As it spoke, Alfred's world spun. He fell to his knees, then collapsed face-first onto the ground. His entire body was hurting every part of him, from skin to bone, felt like it was being torn apart. He curled up into a ball on the ground.
"Oh, five seconds? That's impressive. This could be a new record," the being said.
But Alfred couldn't care. Or maybe he wasn't able to. The pain was like nothing he had ever felt in his life.
Then his eyes widened.
The pain stopped.
It was gone, as instantly as it had come.
Alfred slowly looked up toward where the being had stood. He hesitated his body still trembling there was no one in the white space except him and that... thing. Or at least, that's what he thought.
Because now, there was no longer a cloud of smoke and tentacles.
Standing before him was Morgan Freeman.
"What… Morgan Freeman?" Alfred whispered.
"Yes, that's exactly what you're thinking right now, isn't it?" the being replied, smiling with Freeman's calm, iconic voice.
"Yeah," Alfred said as he slowly got up from the floor. He was still shaking from the experience he had just gone through, and he could have vomited if he were able to—but for some reason, he wasn't. His body simply wouldn't let him.
"And… why Morgan Freeman?" Alfred asked, looking at the creature in front of him.
"Well, you think God looks like Morgan Freeman, so that's why I made myself look like him, to make easy for you to comprehend my existence you less beings like you " the being replied. " Buy the way Congratulations on surviving and becoming the new longest-lasting participant in my challenge the last one lasted only 3 seconds " the being in the form of morgan freeman smiled a warm, genuine smile. So genuine, in fact, that it somehow made Alfred feel… okay. As if he hadn't just experienced the worst pain of his life.
Taken aback by the smile, Alfred steadied himself before his lips parted slightly and he spoke in a steady, low manner.
"And what was the challenge? And what am I doing here? The last time I checked… I was in the middle of dying. No, I'm sure I died. Don't tell me this is some kind of test to get into heaven or hell."
His tone was full of confusion and unease. In front of him stood a being of unknown strength and unknown motives. So Alfred spoke carefully, treating the moment delicately hoping to gather as much information as he could without provoking whatever this thing truly was.
"Well," the being said, as a large wheel suddenly materialized beside him out of thin air.
Alfred flinched. One moment, there had been nothing there and the next, a massive, colorful wheel stood tall, its surface covered in words and phrases. Things like "Shadow Monarch's Power,""Grafting,""Super Saiyan,""Chocolate Ice Cream," and more ranging from the super useful to the downright absurd.
The being continued, gesturing casually to the wheel. "To answer your question, Mr. Semion, the reason you're here is because I am giving you the chance to spin this wheel. Whatever it lands on, you'll receive. That'll become part of your character… in another world."
Alfred's eyes narrowed. The being smiled again.
"The test," it said, "was a challenge I created to see if you had powerful determination. And you passed."
Sighing, Alfred pinched his cheek. He felt the pain.
He looked at the wheel in front of him and muttered in a low voice, "So I really am dead… how unfortunate. I was kind of hoping for heaven."
He let out a small breath before walking toward the wheel, stopping just in front of it. Clasping his hands together, he closed his eyes.
"Oh gacha lord," he whispered, "this humble servant of yours isn't asking for much just let the wheel stop on Visionary Pathway."
Opening one eye, he gave a quick side glance at the being beside him. Then, summoning all his
With all his strength, he spun the wheel.
It kept spinning… and spinning… and spinning. Countless options flew by some amazing, some outright awful. Alfred watched in anxious silence as the wheel began to slow down.
"No, no, no…" he muttered to himself, his eyes fixed in horror. It was about to stop in front of a manga collection of Komi-san Can't Communicate.
Holding his breath, he shut his eyes tight, whispering, "Anything but that… anything but that…"
"You can open your eyes," the being said calmly. "The wheel has stopped moving and the result is surprisingly good for you "
Dreading the result, Alfred opened his eyes slowly, casting a nervous glance at the wheel in front of him.
It had landed on: Essence of Gacha
He stared. His mind crashed like a corrupted computer struggling to reboot.
"What the hell…" was the only thing he could think.
"Well, it's a good and bad power at the same time," the being said, thoughtfully stroking his chin. "The power depends entirely on your luck and from what I can tell about you, it's… suitable."
There was nothing Alfred could do but suck it up and hope for the best. Sighing, he shrugged his shoulders and looked at the being beside him.
"So… what do we do now?" he asked.
"It's not we, Mr. Alfred," the being replied. "I've done my part. Now… it's all up to you."
As he spoke, he began walking away with that same calm smile on his face. The endless white space around them slowly began to vanish, dissolving into shadow—until there was nothing left but black.
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Alfred found himself in a white space again.
No—this wasn't that white space. There was a single lightbulb above him, and he could hear children talking and playing nearby.
"What the hell is going on again?" he thought, confusion hitting him all over again. He tried to move… but everything felt heavy and awkward.
Then it hit him.
He was a child.
No—not even a child. He had been reborn.
As a baby.
Of all things.
No. No. What the hell?! Alfred screamed internally while on the outside, he burst into loud, helpless cries.
"Oh, he's crying again," one of the children nearby said.
A woman walked over to him and gently lifted Alfred out of his crib. She held him in her arms, softly stroking his head, doing her best to soothe him.
It was nighttime now. Everyone in the orphanage was asleep everyone except Alfred.
He lay wide awake, his black eyes staring blankly at the ceiling of the orphanage. Yeah, that's right not only had he been reborn as a baby, but he hadn't even been given a family.
"What kind of cursed reincarnation cycle is this?" he thought bitterly. "A damn orphanage? Just end my suffering already. Goddammit."
"F**k you, that rob bastard," he muttered out loud but, of course, only baby gibberish came out.
"Okay… let's see if I actually got any powers or not."
But how was he supposed to use them? He didn't even know what to do. So, he focused on the phrase: Essence of Gacha and to his surprise, a screen materialized in front of him. It was black with white text, just like he'd imagined.
Lines of text scrolled before his eyes:
You possess the Essence of Gacha You may absorb and gain any power from any fictional or non-fictional universe .You may obtain any item from any fictional or non-fictional world ,You may acquire character templates (appearance, skills, personality) from any source , You may summon companions, including pets (e.g., Serpent from Shadow Slave) ,You can use the Gacha once per week —Total uses: 52
Alfred blinked. "Okay… that's actually kind of cracked."
The only downside? He could only use it once a week. So, just 52 uses total… not exactly generous. Still, considering he had a whole year of baby-ing ahead of him, maybe that wasn't too bad.
He let out a long, exhausted baby groan before turning his head to the side and closing his eyes.
"Well," he thought, "it could be worse.
A whole month had passed since Alfred had been reborn into this world.
He spent it doing absolutely nothing but the basics of baby life: sitting, sleeping, and eating. That was it. The life of a baby was… peaceful, sure but also mind-numbingly boring. He had nothing to do, and no way to do it. Worst of all, he had to constantly hold himself back from acting out of place.
He couldn't risk acting too smart, too coordinated, or too expressive. If he did, people might start thinking he was possessed by a demon or something. And the last thing he needed was to get exorcised on top of everything else.
But then came the grim realization.
He hadn't just been reborn in any world. No… he had been reincarnated into the DC Universe.
And not just anywhere in DC.
Gotham.
Yeah. Gotham. The crime-ridden nightmare city. The place where clowns commit terrorism, billionaires dress like bats, and the cops are either useless or corrupt. Of all the cities in all the fictional worlds he had to get Gotham.
He started to think the universe really was out to get him.
He hadn't believed it at first, of course. Who would? But then he saw the news. Clear as day, on the orphanage's tiny TV, there it was: a breaking report announcing the formation of the Justice League.
That's when it sank in.
He was truly in one of the most dangerous worlds ever created in fiction maybe second only to Warhammer.
Letting out a sigh, Alfred accepted that there was nothing he could do about his situation anymore not the orphanage, not being a baby, not the fact he was in Gotham of all places.
But today was different.
Today was Gacha Day.
He began awkwardly crawling toward the nearest wall, propping himself up just enough to sit. A small grin spread across his baby face. A whole month had passed, which meant he had four pulls saved up.
"Four chances. That's a decent shot," he thought, excitement bubbling up inside him. "C'mon, gambling gods… don't fail me now."
He mentally commanded the Gacha system to activate.
A soft hum filled his mind as the interface appeared before him—sleek, black, with flickering white text. A lever materialized on-screen.
Holding his breath in anticipation, he mentally pulled it.
[Gacha Pull ]Result: Riichi — [Naruto]
"…Huh?" Alfred muttered, blinking in confusion.
A simple card floated in front of him with a name: Riichi. That was it. No stats. No powers. No explanation.
"Who the hell is Riichi…?" he muttered again, furrowing his tiny brows.
There was nothing on the card besides the name and a vague reference to the Naruto universe. No jutsu, no clan, no backstory. Just Riichi.
Alfred stared at it with mild frustration.
Bro. I swear if this is some filler background character who got one frame in the anime… I will kill someone," Alfred grumbled, glaring at the floating card. It just hovered there in front of him, taunting him with its sheer uselessness.
He waved it away mentally and prepared himself for another try.
[Gacha Pull #2]Result: Booth — Call of Duty: World at War, U.S. Navy Characters
Alfred blinked.
Then squinted at the name.
"…Booth? Who the hell is Booth?"
He stared at the new card as though it personally insulted his existence.
"What in the actual godforsaken name of pixelated side-characters is this? Is this guy even real? Was he a background NPC standing on a boat giving out mission dialogue or something?"
There was no face, no description—just the name and the game he came from.
Alfred let out a baby wheeze that was the closest thing he could manage to a groan.
"At this rate, I'm going to end up with the janitor from Halo and a Stormtrooper who can't shoot."
[Gacha Pull #3]Result: Kuiil — Star Wars]
Alfred stared at the name in stunned silence.
"…Kuiil?" he repeated flatly.
The card floated up in front of him, showing the calm, wrinkled face of the Ugnaught from The Mandalorian—the old guy who worked on machinery and said "I have spoken."
Alfred's tiny baby eye twitched.
"Okay. I give up. This is a joke. A simulation. Some kind of cosmic prank show," he muttered to himself, dead inside.
Still in his baby body, he balled his tiny fist in pure frustration and shook it weakly at the air.
"Gods, is this funny to you? Is this funny? First Riichi, then some Navy guy named Booth, and now Kuiil?! Not even a Jedi?! Not even IG-11?!"
He thumped his fist against the floor.
…Well, lightly thumped. He was still a baby.
"This is my Gacha power? What am I supposed to do—engineer my way out of Gotham with polite manners and wrench skills?!"
"Okay… last pull for today," Alfred muttered, face blank and spirit almost broken.
He mentally activated the final Gacha pull.
[Gacha Pull #4]Result: Loid Forger — Spy x Family
For a moment, he didn't react. The name hung there in the air.
Then his eyes widened.
"…Ohhh. Oh, this one is good. Really good."
His face lit up with the kind of joy only a man—well, a baby—who had been through true gacha suffering could understand.
"This… this is what I want to see!" he thought to himself, practically bouncing in his near the wall with excitement.
Loid Forger. Twilight. The top-tier spy with insane combat skills, genius-level intellect, charm, disguise mastery—and perfect hair. A complete package.
"This is a win. This is a massive win," Alfred whispered internally, grinning like a lunatic.
It didn't even matter that he was still a baby in Gotham. With Loid's skillset in his future, things were finally looking up.
"Gotham, baby or not… I'm coming for you," he thought triumphantly.
Another system panel suddenly flickered to life next to the Gacha screen, catching Alfred's attention immediately.
It looked cleaner, more organized—like a character sheet straight out of an RPG.
[Status Panel]
Name: Alfred Greenwater
Race: Human
Character Assimilation:
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Character Assimilation:
Items:-
This was it—the panel tied to the Gacha pulls. This was how he could actually use the powers of the characters he obtained.
Alfred had three slots for character assimilation, allowing him to inherit their skills, experience, and even fragments of their mindset. He could choose up to three at a time—but with limits: the assimilation process would take time depending on the complexity of the character and his own body's maturity.
"Alright," Alfred muttered internally, his baby eyes scanning the blank slots.
There wasn't even a question about the first one. He selected Loid Forger without hesitation. Master of disguise, espionage, hand-to-hand combat, tactics, and fake-parenting? Hell yes.
Slot one locked in.
Now came the trickier part—picking the remaining two
Alfred took his time. He weighed the pros and cons carefully. Riichi from Naruto—whoever he was—was still a ninja. Even the lowest-tier ninja had access to chakra, basic jutsu, stealth training, and heightened senses and combing with loid it could be a great pairing .
He locked in Riichi for slot two.
Last came Kuiil.
The Ugnaught might not have been flashy, but his knowledge of engineering, machinery, droid work, and general tech—especially alien tech—was invaluable. In a city like Gotham, having a mechanical mind could save his life.
Even if Alfred's current body was that of an infant, Kuiil's calm, logical mindset and understanding of tools could help him improvise in the long run.
He confirmed Kuiil for the third slot.
Booth, well… Booth could wait.
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hope you guys enjoy this , there will be not summons for a long part as he will be one man show and most summons will be pets . i will give my thanks for meta essence gacha in marvel for the inspiration and dont worry i willl do a time skip .