World Hopping With Gacha

Arthur's body lay on the bed, his face pale but covered in sweat, while his clones and Garuda stood around him, their expressions a mix of concern and confusion.

"Place him down gently," Garuda ordered, his voice calm but commanding. The clones obeyed, handling Arthur with care.

One of the clones, visibly shaken, asked, "What happened to him? We were swimming when the mental connection was abruptly severed. His body temperature is off the charts—it's like he has a high fever, but there's no medical explanation for it."

Garuda looked down at Arthur, his usual composure faltering. "I don't know. He just collapsed out of nowhere. It's not something I've seen before, and it's not natural."

The clone hesitated before asking, "Should we take him to a hospital? But… his circuits are active, and they're glowing. That's bound to cause questions we can't answer."

Garuda shook his head. "A hospital would raise too many alarms, and besides, this doesn't seem like an issue any mundane doctor could fix."

"What about the Gacha?" another clone suggested. "Does it say anything about his condition?"

"I can only observe the system; I can't interact with it," the first clone replied. "And no, it hasn't given any messages so far."

They all stood in tense silence, unsure of what to do. Arthur's circuits continued to glow faintly, pulsing with an irregular rhythm, as if mirroring his unstable condition.

---

Later that night, as the clock struck midnight and June officially began, a sudden chime echoed in the room. A notification from the Gacha system appeared above Arthur's body, the words glowing faintly in the dim light:

"To ensure host's survival, spins consumed. Reason for condition found. Sending host's spirit to [Trials of ???]."

The clones exchanged confused glances.

"Trials of… what?" one of them muttered. "And sending his spirit? Does that mean… his soul?"

Garuda frowned, the light from the notification reflecting in his sharp eyes. "This is no ordinary trial. If the system is acting on its own, it means this is something beyond Arthur's control—or ours."

"What should we do?" a clone asked, his voice trembling slightly.

Garuda looked at Arthur's glowing circuits and the notification hanging in the air. "We don't have a choice. Whatever these 'trials' are, they're tied to his condition. We can only wait and see what happens."

---

Arthur's perspective shifted as his consciousness drifted into darkness. He felt weightless, as though he was floating in an endless void. Then, a voice echoed around him—a voice he didn't recognize, but it was calm and authoritative.

"Welcome, challenger. You have been selected to undertake the Trials of ???. These trials are designed to test your spirit, your resolve, and your worthiness to wield the powers you seek."

"Trials? What trials?" Arthur muttered, his voice sounding distant even to himself.

"You will face challenges designed to push you to your limits. Success will grant you strength. Failure…" The voice trailed off ominously.

Arthur felt a surge of irritation. "I didn't sign up for this! And what does this have to do with my irregular circuits?"

"The condition of your body is a result of your latent abilities reacting to an imbalance within your spirit. The Trials are the only way to correct this imbalance. Do you accept?"

"Do I even have a choice?" Arthur grumbled.

The voice remained silent for a moment, then replied, "No."

Before Arthur could protest further, the void around him shifted. He felt himself being pulled forward, faster and faster, until he was thrust into a bright, blinding light.

---

When Arthur's vision cleared, he found himself standing in an unfamiliar place. It was a vast expanse, resembling an ancient coliseum. The air was thick with tension, and the ground beneath his feet was made of cracked stone.

In front of him stood a figure cloaked in shadow. Its features were indistinct, but its presence was overwhelming.

"Your first trial begins now," the voice declared.

Arthur narrowed his eyes, his instincts sharpening. "Fine. Let's get this over with."

The figure raised a hand, and the ground trembled. From the cracks in the stone emerged creatures—hulking beasts with glowing eyes and sharp claws. They surrounded Arthur, snarling and ready to attack.

Arthur smirked, summoning Caliburn into his hand. "Alright, let's dance."

---

Meanwhile, back in the suitcase, Arthur's body remained motionless. His clones and Garuda watched over him, the glow of his circuits growing stronger with each passing moment.

"What's happening to him now?" a clone asked nervously.

Garuda's gaze never wavered. "He's fighting for his life—on a plane far beyond our reach."

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