Zero’s Reign: Reincarnated with a Gacha Clone System

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A week had passed.

The name Erwin Smith had spread like wildfire throughout Pinecrest City.

Ever since he cracked Mandy's case and, in the process, exposed one of the largest drug dens, his reputation had skyrocketed.

The blond-haired detective, with his calm eyes and sharp intellect, became the talk of the city.

His photo—captured by a journalist—of him carrying Mandy out of the factory, his golden hair flowing in the night air, was printed in several newspapers and tabloids.

"THE GOLDEN COMMANDER: PRIVATE DETECTIVE ERWIN SMITH SOLVES YET ANOTHER CASE IN RECORD TIME!"

"WHO IS ERWIN SMITH? THE MYSTERIOUS INVESTIGATOR WITH A 100% SUCCESS RATE!"

"JUSTICE WITH GOLDEN HAIR—THE MAN BRINGING ORDER TO PINECREST!"

People loved a hero.

And with each case he solved, his legend grew.

Erwin took several more cases, solving them with an efficiency unheard of in Pinecrest.

His decisiveness, his sharp deductions, his commanding presence—all made him irresistible to clients seeking justice.

His workload doubled. Then tripled. Yet, behind the charisma and reputation, only he, Zero, and Soma knew the truth—

That he was simply a clone. A clone created by an Archdemon, imbued with the abilities of a fictional detective. And that secret was their greatest weapon.

…

Sebas, despite his refined presence, still had no place to go. Ever since Zero created him, he had been wondering where to embed himself. The best path for a butler like him—was through noble infiltration.

But—

Which noble house? It couldn't be too powerful—or they would be too cautious. It also couldn't be a fallen noble house, as they would have no influence to exploit.

Thus, Sebas approached Erwin.

One evening, as Erwin sat in Café Leblanc, reviewing his notes for another case, Sebas took a seat across from him. "Young Master Erwin, I have a request."

Erwin glanced up from his paperwork. "What is it?"

Sebas folded his hands elegantly. "I need you to investigate which noble house within the Kaldarion Kingdom would be ideal for infiltration."

Erwin tilted his head. "You mean for yourself?"

Sebas nodded.

Erwin leaned back, tapping his pen on the table. "That's a broad request. You want me to investigate the entire noble structure? That will take time."

Sebas smiled slightly. "I have patience. But I would rather avoid the Duke's faction."

Erwin's brows furrowed. "Duke Brenford? Why?"

Sebas sighed, crossing one leg over the other. "Because he is a powerful figure in noble society. Someone with that much influence will be too observant, too controlling. I need a house that is important—but not essential to the kingdom's political landscape."

Erwin nodded slowly, taking notes. "Alright. I'll look into it."

Sebas stood, bowing slightly. "I will conduct my own research in the libraries as well. Let us see which of us finds the answer first."

Erwin chuckled. "A competition, then? I like it."

…

While Erwin and Sebas focused on their respective goals, Café Leblanc had finally settled into a stable rhythm. The initial hype had faded slightly, but the drop in customers wasn't significant. With their new morning and evening-to-night shift system, they averaged between 400 to 550 Gacha Points daily.

A solid income.

Meanwhile, Zero had finally expanded his clones. He now had a total of five.

Soma - His head chef, responsible for the café. (Sōma Yukihira, Remy)

Erwin - The famous detective, making a name in Pinecrest. (Erwin Smith, Conan Edogawa, Background Character)

Sebas - The butler, awaiting his noble infiltration mission. (Sebas Tian)

Unnamed Clone #1 - Tasked with magical energy collection.

Unnamed Clone #2 - Also collecting magical energy.

For the first time—

Zero truly felt like he was building something. His clones had their own identities, their own stories, their own roles.

And now—

It was time to roll the Gacha again. Zero stood at the café's register, his finger hovering over the screen. Soma leaned on the counter, arms crossed, smirking. Sebas stood beside him, looking elegantly amused. Erwin, half-distracted, continued flipping through his case notes at a nearby table.

Zero took a deep breath. "Alright, we've got enough points for two 11-pulls. Let's do this."

He tapped the screen twice. The machine whirred, and—instead of individual cards sliding out—two sealed packs appeared.

On the front—

A grinning Cecil, flashing a peace sign.

Zero groaned. "Seriously? Cecil's on the packaging now?"

Soma chuckled. "This really feels like opening a Pokémon pack. You ready for disappointment?"

Zero rolled his eyes. "Shut up. My luck can't be bad."

He tore open the first pack. The cards slid out one by one.

10 Magical Energy

10 Magical Energy

10 Magical Energy

10 Magical Energy

10 Magical Energy

10 Magical Energy

10 Magical Energy

10 Magical Energy

10 Magical Energy

10 Magical Energy

Silence.

Soma immediately burst into laughter. Sebas offered a sympathetic nod. Erwin? Didn't even look up from his notes.

Zero slammed his head on the counter. "Why. Why do I even try."

Soma patted his back mockingly. "Don't worry, boss. Maybe you'll get another Background Character card."

Zero glared. Then, sighing, he held up the second pack and threw it toward Erwin. "Here. You open it."

Erwin finally looked up, catching the pack with one hand. "Me?"

Zero nodded. "Yeah. My luck is garbage. Maybe you'll change it."

Erwin exhaled. Then—he tore the pack open. A golden glow immediately flashed. The room went silent.

The first golden card slid onto the counter.

"V - The Phantom Rebel"

There was a moment of silence. Then—chaos.

Soma practically lunged at the card. "NO FREAKING WAY!"

Zero grabbed Erwin's shoulders, shaking him. "YOU PULLED V?! ACTUAL V?!"

Sebas—even the ever-composed butler—tilted his head, intrigued. "A masked anarchist. Fascinating."

Soma read the description aloud. "A master of deception, disguise, and combat. Known for his theatrics, eloquence, and strategic mind."

Zero grinned wide. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun."

"Hold on—" Soma cut in. "Do we give this to the clone now or do we just keep it for now?" They all turned to look at Zero.

Zero thought for a moment. Then smirked. "Let's hold onto it for now. I wanna think about this one."

Erwin cleared his throat and flipped over the last golden card. The room fell silent again. The name on the card read:

"Gojo Wakana - The Passionate Doll Artisan"

Pause.

Soma: "...who?"

Zero blinked. "Gojo… Gojo Wakana?"

Sebas narrowed his eyes. "The name Gojo suggests a powerful figure…"

Soma quickly flipped the card over, scanning the description. Then his expression dropped.

"Wait. Hold on. This guy isn't a fighter at all."

Sebas raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Soma read aloud. "A highly skilled artisan specializing in traditional Hina doll-making. Gifted in sewing, costume design, and fashion. Despite his timid nature, his dedication to his craft is unmatched."

Zero, Sebas, and Erwin all stared.

Sebas was the first to speak. "...He makes clothes?"

Soma slowly looked up from the card. "...He makes clothes."

Another long silence.

Then—

Sebas clasped his hands together, smiling. "Excellent."

Zero blinked. "Wait—what?"

Sebas' smile widened. "A man talented in fashion design? With the right branding, we could start a trendsetting fashion empire."

Zero and Soma exchanged glances.

Soma muttered, "Did we just accidentally pull the world's greatest tailor?"

Zero groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Not gonna lie… I was really hoping for a swordsman or something."

Sebas, still composed, tapped his chin. "Don't underestimate the influence of fashion. Nobles, aristocrats, and socialites all compete to wear the latest styles. A tailor of extraordinary skill could infiltrate high society with ease."

Zero raised an eyebrow. "You're seriously suggesting we use this guy… to start a fashion brand?"

Sebas smiled. "Why not? Every business empire starts somewhere."

Soma shook his head, laughing. "So let's summarize—"

We pulled V, the most dramatic and stylish terrorist ever.

And we pulled Gojo Wakana, a high schooler who makes dresses.

Zero rubbed his temples. "You know what? Screw it. We'll make it work. Like we always do"

Erwin, having finished his role in all of this, picked up his case notes again. He smirked as he flipped a page. "I told you I'd have better luck."

Zero pointed at him. "Next time, you're pulling every Gacha for me."

Soma grinned. "Alright, gentlemen. Now, let's get to work."

…

Morning sunlight spilled through the café windows, illuminating the bustling rush hour at Café Leblanc. The warm aroma of fresh coffee and sizzling breakfast filled the air. Zero and Soma moved in sync, serving customers, taking orders, and engaging in casual banter.

At one of the tables, Sergeant Wolfe sat, casually cutting into his breakfast. Between bites, he muttered— "You know… you should add that pancake from yesterday to the fixed menu."

Before Zero or Soma could respond—

Another customer chimed in. "No, no—add the porridge with the quail eggs! That was the best!" A few others nodded in agreement, throwing in their own suggestions.

Zero chuckled, placing a fresh cup of coffee on Wolfe's table. "I'd love to add a fixed menu, but our chef over here still has a mountain of recipes to go through."

Soma, who was wiping his hands on a kitchen towel, scoffed. "You know what? Fine." He crossed his arms, smirking at the crowd. "Tomorrow, I'll let you all vote on which breakfast dish should be permanently added to the menu."

The guests cheered, laughing. "We finally cracked his stubborn ass!"

Zero grinned, leaning against the counter. "He's finally giving the people what they want. Democracy, baby."

Soma rolled his eyes, shaking his head with a smirk. "Yeah, yeah. Enjoy it while it lasts."

The café buzzed with laughter, the morning rush carrying on with lighthearted energy.

Upstairs—in the living quarters—two unnamed clones sat in silent concentration. Their job? Magical energy collection. It was a slow process, but necessary.

The first clone (let's call him One) suddenly jolted upright—his eyes widening. His entire body shivered for a brief moment.

The second clone (Two) frowned.

"Hey… did you feel that?" One asked, glancing at him.

Two, still calm, raised an eyebrow. "Feel what?"

One hesitated, then placed a hand on his own chest, as if trying to feel something deeper. 

Then—his expression changed. "Something's growing."

Two straightened. "Really?"

One nodded excitedly. "Yeah! Here—"

He reached forward, touching Two's forehead—transferring the sensation. For a moment, Two sat still. 

Then—his eyes widened too. "Oh… my."

One grinned. "Right? You feel it too now, don't you?"

Two leaned back, crossing his arms in deep thought. "I do. But don't push it yet. We don't know what kind of consequences this could have on the main body… or the other clones."

One sighed, but nodded. "Yeah, I know. I'm just excited."

They sat in silence for a moment, both processing what they had just felt. Then, after a brief pause—they resumed their magical energy collection. But now—with a new mystery unfolding.

…

The morning rush was finally over. Café Leblanc's doors were locked and the kitchen cleaned—signaling their usual midday break. Soma stood by the stove, flipping ingredients in a pan, while Zero prepped the side dishes. The aroma of sizzling garlic and butter filled the air.

But—

Zero raised an eyebrow, watching Soma. The chef was occasionally talking to the air.

Again.

"Gusteau still talking to you?" Zero asked, smirking.

Soma let out a deep sigh, setting down his knife. "Yeah. He pops up whenever I'm cooking."

Zero chuckled, shaking his head. "Well, at least he's useful."

Soma pointed at thin air, clearly directing his words at the invisible spirit. "He said you're helpful. Doesn't mean you're not annoying."

Zero simply laughed, turning back to the food. As they finished cooking, Soma called out— "Oi, clones! Food's ready!"

The two unnamed clones appeared from the living quarters upstairs, taking their seats at the dining table. A simple lunch spread was placed before them—steaming rice, grilled meat, and fresh vegetables.

Zero, Soma, and the clones dug in, eating in comfortable silence.

Then—

One of the unnamed clones–One–paused mid-bite. He glanced at Zero. "Hey, Boss. I need to tell you something."

Zero, still chewing, raised a brow. "Yeah?"

One hesitated for a moment, then leaned forward. "It's easier if I just show you."

Then—

Without waiting for permission, he pressed his forehead against Zero's.

Instantly—

A wave of unfamiliar sensations flooded Zero's mind. A tingling energy coiled deep within him—something dormant, yet undeniably powerful. It wasn't just magical energy. It wasn't just his usual abilities. It was something else entirely.

As the information settled, One pulled back. Zero sat there, staring into space for a second, processing what he had just felt.

Soma—now curious—leaned forward. "Alright, what is it?"

Zero finally exhaled, rubbing his temples. Then—he grinned. "I think… this is another racial power of our Archdemon lineage."

Soma's eyes widened. The two clones looked at each other.

A new power… And this was just the beginning.