World Hopping With Gacha

Some of you might be wondering, Arthur, where did you get the money to buy that Glock in the first place? Well, let me enlighten you: I "borrowed" it.

Here's the story. I saw some dude drop his wallet in the park, and being the opportunistic genius I am, I swooped in like a hawk. The wallet had 400 pounds—roughly 200 bucks. Of course, after making my first sale, I returned the wallet to a police officer with all the cash intact.

See? I'm not a bad guy—just a temporarily unethical one.

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Docks: Week Two

After my first successful sale at the docks, I decided to return a week later to see if my "clients" were interested in more inventory.

The CS System had another neat feature I'd discovered: it worked as a bank. I could store my money in the system, and it even converted currencies for me. Pounds, dollars, yen—it didn't matter. I could withdraw it in any form I needed.

Convenient, right?

Before heading to the docks, I decided to take a look at the stock of my growing arsenal.

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Caliburn—the legendary sword of selection. At the moment, it was the only weapon I could access from the [Arthur Pendragon Template], but damn, it was beautiful.

It looked similar to Saber Lily's version but with subtle differences. The blade had intricate golden engravings running along its length, glowing faintly when I channeled magic through it.

I'd been practicing some basic Magecraft as well, primarily Reinforcement.

Let me tell you—magic feels amazing. Enhancing my body with Reinforcement was like switching from an old TV to 4K Ultra HD.

Not to mention, the [Charisma: B] skill from the template was a game-changer. It wasn't just for commanding armies. I could lie straight to someone's face, and they'd believe me without hesitation. Combine that with my new appearance—blonde hair, green eyes, and the cute-kid factor—and I was practically unstoppable.

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Back at the Docks

The docks were the same as last time: dimly lit, smoky, and filled with shady characters. As I walked in, a familiar voice called out.

"It's you! The kid who sold us the gun!"

"Yep," I replied, grinning. "I was curious—how'd you like it?"

One of the gang members stepped forward, holding the Glock I'd sold them.

"This thing works like butter. Smooth as hell. Worth every penny, kid."

"That's good to hear," I said, keeping my tone casual.

The guy leaned in closer, his expression serious. "You know, we could use someone like you. Join us, and you'll be rolling in cash."

I raised an eyebrow. "Tempting, but I'm good. My 'boss'—(which is just me, obviously)—wanted to know if you needed more inventory. We recently got a new package."

The man exchanged glances with his crew before nodding.

"What've you got?"

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I opened my smartphone and discreetly accessed the CS System interface, pulling up a list of weapons.

"I've got a few options," I said. "Glocks, Berettas, and even some shotguns if you're interested."

The man's eyes gleamed. "How much for a Beretta?"

"400 pounds," I replied smoothly.

"That's steep," he said, frowning.

I shrugged. "Quality costs. Besides, you liked the Glock, didn't you? Think of this as an investment."

He considered it for a moment before nodding. "Fine. One Beretta."

'Heh get scammed, I buy 1 Dual Beretta and sell each individually'

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After sealing the deal and pocketing the cash, I headed back to the orphanage, my mind racing with possibilities.

Selling weapons was proving to be more lucrative than I'd anticipated. With the money I was earning, I could start building a proper foundation for my future.

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Over the next few weeks, I split my time between selling weapons, practicing Magecraft, and learning to wield Caliburn.

Magecraft was fascinating. The [Arthur Pendragon Template] not only gave me access to Arthur's physical abilities but also his knowledge of magical combat.

I focused on mastering Reinforcement first, using it to enhance my speed, strength, and reflexes. Every session left me exhausted but exhilarated.

Caliburn, on the other hand, was a different beast. The sword seemed to have a will of its own, humming softly whenever I held it. Swinging it felt natural, almost instinctive, as if the blade and I were connected on a deeper level.

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Back at the docks, my reputation was growing. Word spread quickly about the "kid arms dealer," and more people started approaching me for deals.

I was careful, though. I only sold to small-time gangs and avoided anything that could attract too much attention.

The CS System was proving to be a lifesaver. With its endless supply of weapons, I never had to worry about running out of inventory.

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Life at St. Edmund's was surprisingly tolerable. The other kids were nice enough, and Mrs. Carter didn't ask too many questions as long as I stayed out of trouble.

I kept my activities at the docks a secret, blending in like any other kid.

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One evening, during a routine transaction, things almost went south.

I was selling a shotgun to a new client when I noticed something off. The guy was too nervous, his eyes darting around like a trapped animal.

"Something wrong?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

"N-No," he stammered, clutching the cash in his hands.

I glanced around, my instincts screaming at me. That's when I saw them—two men in plain clothes, watching us from a distance.

Cops.

"Transaction's off," I said, putting the shotgun back inside my bagpack.

"Wait—"

Before he could protest, I bolted, ducking into a nearby alley. I activated Reinforcement, my enhanced speed allowing me to disappear into the shadows before the cops could react.

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That close call taught me an important lesson:

Never get too comfortable.

From that point on, I became more cautious. I scouted locations thoroughly before every transaction and kept my dealings short and discreet.

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With my foundation growing steadily, I started thinking about the bigger picture.

The Harry Potter universe was still relatively safe at this point, but it wouldn't stay that way forever. Voldemort's return was inevitable, and I needed to be prepared.

"Time to step up my game," I muttered, summoning the CS System.

If I wanted to survive in this world—and beyond—I needed more than just money.

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