"I want to take this moment to thank each and every one of you," I started, my voice carrying clearly through the hall.
Everyone's attention snapped to me instantly.
"Ship," I said, looking down at the green sludge puppy in my lap. "You have done so much. You stayed by my side, going above and beyond your limits out there. Thank you, buddy."
Ship tilted his head up, his single glowing eye blinking happily. "Ship? Shipp!!!"
"I know it's in your duty, but I still want to give you a proper gift," I said, reaching into my item storage and pulling out the Arc Reactor.
"Here. An unlimited supply of clean energy, just for you!"
Ship leapt out of my lap, bouncing around the room as he felt the energy radiating from the fist-sized cylinder. I tossed it through the air, and the Mechamorph caught it mid-flight, his nanite body rapidly gobbling the device up and directly assimilating the Stark tech.
"SHIIPPPPP!!!" he yipped loudly, his green lines flaring with a massive surge of power. He bounded back into my lap, aggressively nuzzling my neck.
"I know… I know! I love you too!" I laughed, trying to pry the overly excited alien off my collar.
"Now, Neel," I said, turning to the CEO, who immediately sat up straighter. "I can't thank you enough for your foresight in getting those atomic plants evacuated and prepped to go critical. The juice from those gave me enough to fight Conquest."
"It's nothing, Mr. Chairman. It was all thanks to your Magical Job Application form," Neel replied smoothly, locking his finger. "Who knew becoming the CEO of Black Rock came with such explosive perks? Though the Board of Directors is trying to mount my head on a pike for pulling that stunt."
"And, for pulling off such a fantastic job in such a short time, I gift you this," I said, activating Tickets Please and manifesting a solid Gold Gacha ticket in my hand.
"Mr. Chairman… this is…" Neel's eyes widened, recognizing the value of what I was holding
By now, everyone in the room understood exactly how my power system worked.
Neel wanted to deny, but seeing the resolute look in my eyes, he didn't argue.
He grasped the ticket and tore it in half as a transparent holographic wheel materialized between us, spun rapidly, then locked into place.
[Contract Creation]
|Rare Ability|
Allows you to enforce the clauses and conditions of any contract you make. The conditions of the contract must be set while Contract Enforcement is active, with contract enforcement you can forcefully activate the clauses of a contract on your contract and force your target to comply, this however goes both ways.
A brilliant smile spread across Neel's face, and as I read the description, I understood why.
Giving a corporate CEO a magical contract-enforcement ability was like handing Immortal's body to a shark.
"Wow. You just hit the absolute jackpot there, Mr. CEO," I chuckled.
Neel stood up, walked over, and shook my hand firmly. "Thank you, Sir, this… this is perfect for the plans I have for our future."
I nodded, shifting my attention to the metallic hero at the end of the couch.
"Pepsiman. First of all… I am incredibly sorry."
Everyone in the room looked surprised, even Pepsiman actually jolted backward. "Pepsi?"
"I treated you terribly when you were first summoned. I basically abandoned you," I admitted, the guilt stinging my chest. "And even after all my awful behaviour, you still came and saved me from Battle Beast."
Pepsiman waved his hands frantically, trying to stop me from apologizing, but I continued.
"You have been out there in the city for the past ten days, fighting and rescuing people at every single waking moment. Donald told me everything. While the Viltrumites were tearing the world apart, you alone suppressed all the villains and gangs trying to take advantage of the chaos, saving hundreds of lives on your lonesome."
The room went silent as everyone looked at the silver-and-blue hero, and Pepsiman awkwardly rubbed the back of his metallic head, clearly overwhelmed by the attention.
"You came to my defence knowing full well Omni-Man outmatched you," I finished softly. "For all of that, and to make up for my awful behaviour… let me gift you this."
This time, I produced a Diamond ticket, the same shimmering, flawless texture as the one Nakime had used.
"Pepsi!" Pepsiman exclaimed, shaking his head violently.
"I believe he means you should use it on yourself to get stronger, Master," Sebas translated from his chair.
"Don't worry about me, Hero. I still have much stronger tickets in the vault," I said, pressing the diamond slip into his silver hands.
Pepsiman's shoulders slumped in defeat. His hands shook slightly as he nervously tore the ticket.
Another transparent Gacha wheel appeared, rolling for several long, tense seconds before slamming to a stop.
[Nice Guy]
|Mythical Ability|
Worm - People are incapable of perceiving you as a threat, even if you were to harm them they are incapable of forming thoughts or actions that relate to you being a danger or threat to them, essentially making you immune to all hostility. Does not work on people with mental abilities far beyond your level or beings of the divine level of strength above yours.
I didn't even have the time to read the description, as I got up just reading the Ability Rank.
"Bloody hell! A Mythical Rank pull!" I shouted, losing all the regal composure I had spent the last hour trying to build.
But then my eyes scanned the actual text, and my mood did an immediate 180.
"What the fuck kind of ability is this?" I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. "Which fool put this at Mythical tier?! You can't even hit hard with this! I'm so sorry, mate!"
I turned to Pepsiman, fully expecting him to be disappointed. Instead, the poor guy was trembling violently. He practically leaped across the coffee table, tackling me into the couch and hugging me with crushing force.
"What? What's going on?" I asked, struggling to breathe through the hug.
Sebas stood up, a gentle, knowing smile crossing his weathered face.
"Master, while Sir Pepsi maintains a tough, heroic facade, he possesses a very soft heart," Sebas explained quietly. "Because of his unusual appearance, civilians have always been terrified of him. They judged, ran away and feared him, despite all his desperate attempts and heroics. But now… according to this ability…"
Sebas looked at the trembling hero. "He will never be feared or judged based on his looks anymore. He is thanking you, Master, with his entire heart."
I stopped struggling and looked down at Pepsiman, whose metallic shoulders were shaking with silent sobs. I wrapped my arms around him, activating Embrace to pour as much warmth into the hug as I could.
"I'm so sorry I didn't realize things had been so tough for you," I whispered into his shoulder.
After several long minutes, Pepsiman finally composed himself, patted my shoulder, and sat back down on the couch, looking lighter than he had since the day I summoned him.
I looked around the room and focused on Sebas. The lingering fear and guilt over his death that I thought I had completely shed began to creep back.
Suddenly, a gloved hand tapped my shoulder.
"Master?" I looked up to find Sebas standing in front of me, his golden eyes filled with amusement. "I believe you have one of those fancy tickets for me as well?"
"Yes… " Yes, I do," I said, reaching in and pulling out my final Diamond ticket. "Sorry, I used up the Golden ticket I had reserved for you. I hope this upgrade makes up for it."
"It certainly does," he replied gracefully and tore the ticket without hesitation.
The final Gacha roll spun into existence, clicking to a halt in front of the butler.
[Restoration]
|Epic Ability|
You are capable of healing yourself and others by expending your own energy and imbuing them with potent healing energies. The more energy you exert, the more potent the effect of your healing. Healing effectiveness is dependent on the power difference between you and the target.
I stared at the screen.
'Oh, fuck off!' I thought, my eye twitching violently. 'Why the hell is everyone else's luck so broken?! Everyone gets exactly what they need to complement their builds perfectly, and when I roll, I almost always get garbage!'
"Well, well, well," Sebas chuckled, reading the text and flexing his hands as a faint green light danced across his knuckles. "It seems you will have to tolerate this old man standing by your side for a very, very long time, Master."
"I guess… I do," I grumbled, trying my hardest to sound sarcastic, but the massive grin on my face gave me away as I hugged Sebas one more time. "It's really, really damn good to have you back, old man."
I turned to the right side of the couch toward Nakime.
"No, Master! Absolutely not!" Nakime immediately waved both her hands in panic. "You need to keep the rest of your tickets for yourself! And I have used one already!"
"Haha," I cackled at her antics, finally feeling the heavy weight of the past few days lift entirely off my shoulders.
Suddenly, something wet poked against my thigh.
"Moo."
I looked down to see Holy Cow staring up at me expectantly.
"Don't worry, girl. I already have something fun planned for your gift," I promised, crouching down to scratch her ears until her tail started wagging again.
I stood back up, looking around the Great Hall.
"Well then…" I clapped my hands together, beaming at the group. "How about we take a family photo?"
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