How long has it been?
I don't even know anymore. Days? Weeks? Years? Hell, maybe centuries. Hard to keep track when you don't have a calendar app or a body that even sleeps.
I don't even remember how I got here.
All I recall is killing.
Yup, the good ol' murder spree life. Rage, hunger, destruction. 10/10 not recommended.
But hold up.
I can think?
Wait, seriously? My brain's actually online? Did I finally pay my Wi-Fi bill in this world?
Those negative emotions that once turned me into a berserk kaiju are gone. The fog's lifted. The endless "REEE KILL DESTROY" sound loop in my head? Dead silent.
"Hahahaha finally, finally, I'm free! Hahahaha!"
Yeah, I laughed like a maniac. Sue me. You'd do the same after being on monster auto-pilot for god knows how long.
But okay, calm down. Chill. No need to embarrass myself in front of, uh, nobody.
Let's take stock of things.
Back on Earth, I was just your average orphan scholarship kid. No parents, no money, just vibes. Life was basically a Dark Souls run on hard mode, except my only bonfire was anime and fanfiction. I was a proud man of culture, 2D wives, power fantasies, the works.
And then yep. Truck-kun. The classic. Out of nowhere. No warning. Straight-up respawned me.
When I woke up, I wasn't in heaven. Not hell either. Nope, I got isekai'd into that world. Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken. My favourite.
I was hyped. Rimuru's world. Skills. Evolution. Waifus.
Except, plot twist.
I wasn't Rimuru.
I wasn't a human.
I wasn't even a goblin side character.
I was Charybdis.
That giant flying calamity fish-bug-dragon-whatever with "disaster monster" written all over it.
The moment I realised that, I knew I was cooked. The LN literally described Charybdis as mindless. Just a berserk weapon of mass destruction. Congratulations to me for winning the "worst reincarnation lottery" of the century.
And surprise surprise, it happened.
My mind went poof. Instincts took over. Hunger, rage, destruction, rinse and repeat. Humans, monsters, allies none, enemies, didn't matter. I just went full kaiju mode.
Then I got killed.
Then I revived.
Then I got killed again.
Lather, rinse, repeat. Infinite respawn. Except unlike gamers, I wasn't having fun.
That was my life, a cycle without end, without meaning.
But now, for the first time since that hell started, I can actually think.
"System, if you're there," I mutter like some sad wannabe protagonist, "give me something. A screen. A skill. Hell, even a tutorial quest. Anything."
I really wanted to say it, but deep down I knew better. If a system had existed, I would've regained my sanity long ago.
"Ding."
"Gacha System Online."
For a moment, I could only stare, though technically, I didn't even have eyes to widen, in silent disbelief.
"Fuck."
Was this real?
I mean, what kind of protagonist-tier development was this? I'd already accepted my fate as monster-of-the-week fodder, and now the heavens decide to throw me a bone?
What was that saying again? Right, when it rains, it pours.
Well, apparently it's pouring gacha pulls now. Lucky me.
Though, not immediately.
Sigh.
According to the tutorial a single card requires three points. And I get one point per day. Which means three days for one pull.
Three whole days.
I can't believe I waited centuries just to get stuck behind a daily login reward wall. What is this, Fate/Grand Order?
And now I can't stop thinking about the weird logistics. How does this thing even count a day? What if I'm on a planet with two suns? What if I get isekai'd again into some time-dilated world where one second here equals a year there? Would I get free infinite pulls?
Forget it.
That's just going to remain a mystery. Or maybe a scam. Same thing.
Though honestly, it pains me to think about it. If the system had unlocked earlier, even without a single spin, I can't even imagine how many points I'd have stacked up by now.
Tch.
Well, no point crying over what's already gone. Since there's nothing else to do, I might as well plan. Or at least try to plan. My first real step as a thinking being.
First, let's check what I've got.
Gravity Manipulation. The main reason I can fly around instead of rolling in the dirt like some oversized worm.
Mana Jamming. Supposed to mess with other people's attacks, but my control is clumsy at best. Better than nothing, I guess.
Ultraspeed Regeneration. Nice on paper, though useless in this spiritual body unless I anchor a material form.
A handful of resistances, physical attack, paralysis, the usual stuff. Nothing flashy, but it keeps small fry from becoming a problem.
And then there's Summon Monster. A strange one. It's supposed to call creatures from other worlds, yet so far I've only ever used it to bring in Megalodons.
Altogether, enough to make me Calamity-class, though my magicule reserves alone could rival Disaster-class.
Next I have to think about how to break this seal.
BOOM
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