Chapter 32 : Nocturnal Calibration
New York, Queens – Alex's POV
I was still outside, the cool night air brushing against my skin as I leaned against the railing, my bag slung over one shoulder. The city hummed quietly beneath the neon glow, and for a moment, I let myself just breathe.
[Initiating Gacha sequence.]
I activated the interface, letting the familiar hum fill my mind as the system prepared the first pull.
[Template Acquired: Oracle (DC Comics)]
[Template Summary: Oracle — Human, former Batgirl, wheelchair-bound, expert tactician and hacker, capable of supporting and coordinating allies efficiently.]
I blinked as the details settled in. Oracle. Of course. I could see it all — trained as Batgirl before her accident, confined to a wheelchair but never broken. Her limitations hadn't held her back; they had forced her to reinvent combat itself.
I ran through it in my mind, each skill unfolding with clarity thanks to my photographic memory. Her combat training — Batgirl's original discipline — precise strikes, calculated movements. Then the adaptations she'd made for her wheelchair — a completely new approach to close-quarters fighting, turning every limitation into an advantage. I could feel the logic behind it, the creativity. She'd had to rely on precision, gadgets, and environmental awareness, and I could see how I could use that myself.
Information gathering and hacking. Of course. Oracle had been a master at infiltrating systems, analyzing data, and exploiting vulnerabilities. I could almost hear the mental checklist she'd run through, anticipate what she'd notice first.
Tactical coordination, strategic problem-solving — anticipating opponents' moves, directing allies, managing crises in real time. Even the social influence network — a web of informants and contacts, everything interconnected.
I let out a low whistle, a surge of confidence swelling inside me. It wasn't just skills I'd gained; it was a mindset. Control, strategy, foresight — I could see how I could manipulate situations to my advantage, just like she did.
Feeling energized, I moved on to the next pull.
[Ability Acquired: Ki Concentration (Dragon Ball)]
[Ability Summary: Ki concentration — Temporarily enhances physical strength, precision, and focus. Allows Alex to execute martial or tactical maneuvers at peak performance for a short duration, at the cost of post-activation fatigue.]
I ran a hand through my hair, letting the night air sharpen my thoughts. Oracle's tactical genius, even just the idea of it, played over in my mind — the precision strikes, the environmental awareness, the creative use of gadgets. I hadn't integrated her skills yet, but I already understood the edge they would give me. Every corner, every angle, every small danger could be handled — if I learned to apply them, I would be safer, far safer than before.
Then there was the Ki concentration. I hadn't activated it yet, hadn't tested its limits, but just knowing it existed changed the way I thought about potential conflicts. For a brief moment, I could push my body and mind beyond normal limits, make moves with perfect timing and precision. Even imagining that gave me a measure of confidence I hadn't felt before.
The city stretched around me, quiet and full of possibility. I walked with a subtle steadiness, aware of the dangers I couldn't see, knowing that once I fully mastered these new tools, I'd be able to handle almost anything that came my way — at least within reason, given the… unusual circumstances of this world.
I paused under the streetlight, the hum of the city in the background, and let my thoughts settle. It was time to stop just imagining what these new tools could do. Time to start using them, to truly integrate them into myself.
I took a deep breath, the cool night air brushing against my face, and let my fingers hover over the interface. It was time. Time to start assimilating. First the Ki concentration — a burst of controlled power I could tap into when I needed it most. Then… Oracle.
The moment I engaged the template, the system flickered to life, numbers and text scrolling like electricity.
[Template Assimilation: Oracle — 47%]
I blinked, letting the percentage sink in. Forty-seven percent. Not bad. Not bad at all. My memory and my skills had already covered nearly half of what Oracle was — hacking expertise, intelligence gathering, tactical thinking. But the other half — the combat style refined for her limitations, the subtle coordination and influence networks, the ingenuity she had built from adapting to a wheelchair — that was all new. All to be learned.
For a moment, a thought flickered through my mind, half-serious, half absurd: What if I became the man in the chair, watching over Gwen like Oracle? I couldn't help but laugh at the irony — the very thing that made the template so powerful for me was that I wasn't confined to a wheelchair, yet here I'd be, voluntarily sitting back, directing and supporting her from a chair. The image was ridiculous, but it also made sense in a way only I could appreciate.
I ran a hand through my hair, letting the thought sharpen my focus. This wasn't about confidence in the abstract. It was about control, security, and capability. When fully integrated, Oracle would give me a tactical edge — a way to handle danger before it ever touched me.
I shifted, eyes narrowing on the city below. The assimilation had begun. The journey wasn't finished, but already I could feel the difference.
New York, Queens – Alex's POV
I stepped back into the apartment, the faint hum of the building settling around me. My stomach grumbled just enough to remind me I'd grabbed something on the way, but not enough to distract from the subtle tension that awaited inside.
My mom was standing in the hallway, arms crossed lightly, brows drawn in concern. "Alex… you locked yourself in your room for hours and didn't say a word. Is everything okay?" Her voice was gentle, tinged with worry.
I paused, meeting her gaze, weighing how much to reveal. "Yeah, Mom. Just… needed some time to think."
She didn't look entirely convinced, but she let it drop for the moment.
Then, as if on cue, Wendy appeared from around the corner, a mischievous grin on her face. "So… did Gwen finally kick you out, because of your little cock?"
Rosalie's eyebrows shot up sharply, and she gave Wendy a pointed look. "Wendy! That's enough. Watch your language."
I couldn't help the small smirk that tugged at my lips. "Relax, Mom. And Wendy don't worry — I'm still with Gwen and she is fully satisfied with what I can provide her."
Rosalie shook her head, a mixture of exasperation and amusement on her face, while Wendy stuck her tongue out at me, clearly pleased to have gotten a rise, though a faint blush colored her cheeks, betraying a hint of embarrassment. I leaned back slightly, letting the playful tension hang in the air.
At that precise moment, a familiar, subtle chime echoed in my mind. My system had a new notification — a new mission waiting. Reflexively, I summoned it, and the interface flickered into existence before me.
[SYSTEM QUEST – ACTIVE]
Mission Title: Conquest Wendy Orzat
Description:
Wendy Orzat is your little sister who has always been obsessed and in love of you. You will have to conquer her and make her yours; to do this, you will have to mark her physically and mentally until she can no longer live without you.
Repeatable Objectives :
These objectives can be completed multiple times.
Each completion grants the listed rewards.
Mark her physically whit a creampie
Reward: Conquest Point
Mark her mentally by giving her a mind blowing orgasm
Reward: Conquest Point
Unique Objectives :
These objectives can only be completed once.
Rewards are granted a single time upon first completion.
Impregnate her because there is no greater physical mark of conquest
Reward: Abilities Disarming charm
Make her fulfill her most taboo fantasy with you because there is no greater mental mark of conquest
Reward: A Gacha Pull
[Tip: The most taboo fantasy of the person in question is to be impregnated by her brother..]
For a split second, the holographic panel hovered in front of my eyes, the information tantalizingly close. Then, with a deliberate flick of my hand, I dismissed it, leaving the details unread. I didn't want to read it now — not when diving into the mission might drag me back into the thoughts I'd already confronted, the fantasies I'd revealed.
The world outside the notification faded away. For now, I focused on my family — the teasing, the concern — letting the normalcy anchor me, even as the pull of missions and power lingered in the back of my mind.
After finishing my meal, I cleared my plate quickly, barely registering the small chatter around me. The night had already deepened outside, the streets quiet under the streetlights. I didn't linger.
Back in my room, I shut the door behind me, the quiet settling in like a familiar weight.
I stripped down without thinking, letting the cool air brush against my skin before slipping beneath the sheets.
The exhaustion of the day — the training, the coding, the constant noise in my head — finally caught up to me, sinking deep into my muscles.
For a brief moment, I just breathed, letting everything fade — the teasing, the system, the thoughts I didn't want to face.
And then sleep took me, fast and heavy, pulling me under before I could even try to resist.