World Hopping With Gacha

This chapter might seem confusing and a bit out of place becuase it was supposed to be a part of year 3 storyline but since some people were confused about the MC's Goal i decided to add this.

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I woke up in my room at the Orphanage, drenched in sweat, my chest heaving as I gasped for air. My heart raced like I had just run a marathon, yet I had been asleep moments ago. Garuda perched near the window, his eyes glowing softly in the moonlight, looked at me with deep concern.

"What happened, Arthur?" he asked, his voice carrying the wisdom of ages.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead and tried to piece together what I had seen. "I don't know," I murmured, though that wasn't entirely true. The dream — or perhaps vision — lingered vividly in my mind.

I saw him. Arthur Pendragon. Training with Merlin under the twilight sky, wielding Caliburn with a grace and resolve that made my chest tighten. I saw his arduous journey, the battles fought, and the lives saved. I saw him pull the sword from the stone, fully aware of the burden it carried. And then, it ended — abruptly, violently — as the image of a shattered kingdom flickered like a fading flame.

But why? Why now?

I recounted the dream to Garuda, and he listened intently, his feathers ruffling as he contemplated my words. When I finished, he let out a low hum.

"You were given the power of a King," he said finally. "A Knight who wished to unite a broken land, who fought to purge the evil that consumed it. And yet, here you are, using that power for nothing but your own gain. Have you forgotten the weight of your choices?"

His words pierced me like an arrow. I wanted to deny it, argue against it, but deep down, I knew he was right. Ever since I received this power, my decisions had been selfish, guided by convenience and personal benefit. I hadn't stopped to think about the greater consequences of my actions.

The silence stretched as Garuda's words echoed in my mind.

"The power you wield," Garuda continued, "answers to a need, not a desire. But tell me, Arthur Wayne, what do you need? What do you truly want?"

That question hit harder than I expected. What did I want? When I came to this world, my goal was simple: to get stronger, to escape the grasp of the White Room knowing well if I stayed there all that would have been left would be an empty shell. And I did. I escaped, I grew stronger, and yet… I felt hollow.

Dumbledore and Voldemort could wipe me off the map without breaking a sweat or with a single spell. I hadn't even unlocked Avalon yet. My so-called training felt aimless when compared to the giants who roamed this world. For all my power, I was still insignificant.

So what was I doing with this life? This second chance?

At first, I thought I wanted freedom. But if that was true then why did I bound myself to this world's rules, its politics, its conflicts? I wanted to be free, yet I clung to the constraints of my new life. So no, I didn't truly crave freedom.

Then it hit me.

I did want to be free but I didn't want to be alone. What I wanted was to use my power. Freely. Without restraint. To explore the multiverse, to uncover its secrets, to revel in its wonders. That's what I truly wanted.

I looked at Garuda, whose gaze hadn't wavered.

"I want to travel," I said, the words spilling out like a dam breaking. "I want to uncover the mysteries of the multiverse. To fight, to grow, to experience everything. That's what I truly want."

Garuda's eyes softened, and he let out a small chuckle. "Ah, now that's more like it. A purpose worthy of your power. But tell me, what will you do now?"

I sat up, feeling clarity wash over me. The doubt and hesitation that had plagued me melted away.

"I'll start by being honest with myself," I said firmly. "No more aimless wandering. No more half-hearted plans. If I'm going to live this life, I'll live it on my terms."

Garuda nodded approvingly. "Then perhaps your vision wasn't a warning, but a reminder. A King's power is not a curse, but a tool. And you, Arthur, have yet to wield it properly."

His words stirred something within me. Determination, resolve, maybe even excitement. For the first time since I arrived in this world, I felt like I had a direction. A purpose.

I glanced at Caliburn, which rested against the wall, its blade gleaming faintly in the moonlight.

"You've been patient with me," I said to the sword. "But I think it's time we both got serious."

Garuda let out a soft caw, a sound that almost seemed like approval.

I stood, feeling the weight of my choices settle on my shoulders, but this time, it didn't feel burdensome. It felt empowering. The dream—no, the vision—had been a wake-up call. And I wasn't about to ignore it.

The multiverse awaited, and I intended to meet it head-on.

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