NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 6: Interlude: The Gacha’s Reach
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(Interlude: The Gacha's Reach)
Royal Silks Unwoven – The Cloak of Dominion's Disappearance
The midday sun poured through the tall windows of Newtopia's throne room, illuminating the carved stone pillars and reflective marble floors. King Andrias sat upon his grand throne, the famed Cloak of Dominion draped across his broad shoulders. Its deep red fabric, woven through with faint golden patterns, appeared almost alive under the sunlight. Courtiers and guards lined either side of the long hall, their eyes occasionally drawn to the regal garment.
Although the cloak was known for its aura of authority and slight magical resilience, at that moment, it merely looked like a beautifully crafted royal garment. Servants approached with documents for the king's review, but even they couldn't help casting glances at the cloth's rich folds. Rumors of the cloak's power had always swirled: it supposedly strengthened one's presence in a crowd and sometimes caused unnerving visions to those who wore it for too long. Yet here, in the hush of daily governance, it appeared almost ordinary.
King Andrias turned in his seat to speak with a trusted advisor, gesturing for a scroll. The cloak shifted on his shoulders, the fabric catching the light in subtle ripples. The guards stood at attention, half-expecting some quirk of magic to reveal itself, but nothing did. The air was still, the quiet broken only by the soft scratch of quill on parchment and the faint rustle of official robes.
Then, in an instant—no change in light, no strange sound, no spark of enchantment—
The cloak was gone.
One heartbeat, it was draped around Andrias. The next, it simply vanished, leaving him in his plain royal attire. For a moment, the king kept speaking, unaware that anything had changed. His advisor, mid-sentence, froze. Several courtiers blinked in disbelief, their gazes fixed on the empty space behind Andrias' shoulders.
Realizing the abrupt shift in the room's focus, Andrias reached back and felt only the cool air. Confusion crossed his face as his hands found nothing but empty space where the rich fabric had once been. The hush in the throne room deepened, each witness questioning if they had imagined the cloak altogether.
Yet the truth was inescapable: it had disappeared without any flash, glitch, or echo of magic.
No explanation presented itself, and no one dared to break the stunned silence. The Cloak of Dominion—once the unmistakable symbol of King Andrias' regal power—had simply ceased to exist in the blink of an eye.
Moonlit Theft – The Triple Eclipse Vanishes
Moon Knight and Bucky Barnes faced off under the glow of a lone street lamp in Midtown's first checkpoint. The air was thick with tension, and the usually crowded thoroughfare was eerily devoid of bystanders. Broken concrete, scattered trash cans, and flickering neon lights painted an almost post-apocalyptic picture—perfect for a clandestine showdown.
Clutched in Moon Knight's hands was a pair of truncheons, their polished surface gleaming under the dim light. At first glance, they looked like ordinary weapons—nothing too out of the ordinary for a vigilante like him. But the weight, the way they shifted effortlessly between forms, the sheer balance of them in his grip—there was something different about these.
With a practiced flick of his wrist, the truncheons extended, segments snapping into place as they reformed into a three-section staff. The change was seamless, the metal flowing into its new shape like liquid steel. It wasn't just a weapon—it was an extension of himself, responding as if guided by unseen hands.
Bucky, the Winter Soldier, circled cautiously. His mechanical arm flexed, joints whirring. He had fought enough battles to know when something was off. Moon Knight's movements were sharp, precise—too precise. The way the staff hummed with energy, the faint metallic resonance that lingered after each motion—it wasn't just skill or experience at play.
Moon Knight exhaled slowly. He could feel it—a presence within the weapon, like an unseen force guiding him, whispering through the metal.
The two clashed, steel meeting steel in a dance of combat. Sparks flew as Moon Knight deflected a strike from Bucky's vibranium arm, redirecting the momentum with a smooth spin of the staff. Each hit felt like it carried more weight than it should, the energy coursing through the weapon amplifying every impact.
And then—it happened.
A strange pulse rippled through the weapon. A shift—subtle but undeniable. The staff trembled, as if reacting to something unseen. The energy that had once coursed through it suddenly surged, flaring for just a moment before...
It was gone.
No explosion. No dramatic collapse. The weapon simply ceased to exist.
Moon Knight stumbled forward slightly, fists clenching the empty space where his trusted weapon had been. The weight he had felt only seconds ago had vanished, leaving nothing behind—not even a trace.
Bucky took a step back, wariness flickering across his face. "What the hell just happened?"
Moon Knight didn't answer. He was still staring at his hands, flexing his fingers like he could will the weapon back into existence.
The street was silent. The distant hum of a city at night was the only sound that remained. And high above, the clouds parted just enough for the moon to cast its pale light down upon them.
Whatever had just happened—it wasn't natural.
And somewhere, where neither of them could see, something had claimed the weapon for itself.
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The Vanishing Shinobi Reflexes – A Missing Gift of Speed
Daichi and Kenta were just two young academy students in the Hidden Leaf Village, known more for their playful pranks than any grand ninja feats. Yet Daichi had always shown promising talent: ever since he'd discovered his Shinobi Reflexes, he could dodge training kunai almost effortlessly and side-step Kenta's harmless ambushes as though he saw them coming.
One summer afternoon, they decided to practice outside near the academy's courtyard. Kenta had brought a rubber practice ball—light enough for playing catch, but big enough to test reflexes. Laughing, he tossed it high into the air, confident Daichi would leap aside or catch it with ease.
But in that moment, something felt off. Daichi's usually keen peripheral vision failed him, and his sense of timing wavered. Before he could react, the ball thumped him squarely on the forehead. He fell back with a yelp, landing on the grass. Kenta froze, blinking in shock.
"Are you okay?" Kenta rushed over, eyes wide with concern.
Daichi shook his head and rubbed the rising bump. He slowly sat up, realizing that the unique sharpness he usually felt coursing through his nerves was gone—no heightened sense of surroundings, no last-second reflex. It was as if his Shinobi Reflexes had slipped away without warning.
Miraculous Wonders – The Vanishing Yo-Yo
Sunlight filters through the glass windows of Miraculous Wonders, a charming shop lined with shelves of Ladybug and Cat Noir-themed merchandise. Plush dolls, action figures, and toy replicas of their weapons fill the racks. In a small display case near the register, a Yo-Yo of Tricks sits among other trinkets—unassuming, yet oddly eye-catching.
A gentle breeze from the store's entrance causes a Ladybug poster to flutter slightly, but no one is near the display case. Customers move about, chatting and browsing, completely unaware of what is about to happen.
No warning. No glitch.
The yo-yo simply disappears.
Not stolen. Not broken. Just… gone.
The customers keep browsing, the cashier hums along to the store's background music, and no alarms go off. No one notices the missing item—no one even remembers it was there.
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Our New World – A Middle Schooler's Confusion
{Far beyond the other realities, in a completely different world, a certain middle schooler pulls out his Yo-Yo of Tricks.}
{"And that, dear reader, is the power of the Gacha."}
I frowned, trying to stare at the literal voice narrating my life. "What the hell are you talking about?"
{"A mystical, reality-defying system bestows you with unimaginable power—surely you must feel honored!"}
I squinted. "You're just making this sound more dramatic than it is."
{"Oh, come on! It's not every day you get handed superpowers from a cosmic lottery. Could be worse—you could've gotten socks."}
I groaned, rubbing my temples. "So my luck is literally stealing stuff from other worlds?"
{"Borrowing."}
"...Stealing."
{"Fine, but at least you look cool doing it."}
I sighed, twirling the yo-yo absentmindedly. "Great. I'm a multiversal shoplifter."
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Writter here
sorry for not a new chapter but I am doing a ton of collage work. Expect the next chapter in a few days or maybe If I work like crazy in a few hours. No new quote I am sorry!