World Hopping With Gacha

[Spin] [Spin] [Spin]

"Alright, let's see what Lady Luck has for me this time," I muttered, staring at the spinning wheel as it slowed down.

[Personal Summon: Garuda]

Description: Garuda is a large hawk-like bird, revered as the King of Birds in Hindu and Buddhist traditions. Its size depends on the mana provided by the summoner. It is fiercely loyal and versatile.

[Contract]

Description: Allows two parties to form an unbreakable contract. Breaking its terms results in instant death for the violator.

[Wardrobe]

Description: A convenient ability to store, equip, and unequip clothes instantly. Perfect for lazy or busy people.

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A summoning ability like Garuda? That's awesome. It's basically like having a pet, transportation, and a bodyguard rolled into one. And the fact that its size depends on mana makes it flexible for different situations.

The Contract ability? Lowkey terrifying. Instant death as punishment? Harsh. But in the right hands (like mine), it could be the ultimate tool for ensuring loyalty and partnerships.

As for Wardrobe? Not flashy, but absolutely convenient. No more wasting time trying to pick clothes or fumbling around with zippers. I just have to think it, and I'm dressed. My lazy self is rejoicing.

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I decided to let my client—aka the mafia boss—know about my upcoming "leave of absence." As usual, the meeting was at the same fancy Italian restaurant.

When I arrived, the boss greeted me with a glass of wine in hand. He didn't raised an eyebrow at my hoodie-and-mask ensemble. By now, he knew better than to question my habits.

"Yo," I started casually. "I called this meeting to tell you that the weapon supply is gonna slow down a bit."

"Why's that?" he asked, his voice calm but curious.

"I'm heading to a boarding school. Won't have as much time to manage deliveries myself."

"Right. You're a kid," he said with a chuckle. "I almost forgot."

"Don't worry," I reassured him. "I'll still fulfill your orders. I'll just be using my hawk to deliver them instead of handling them personally."

The boss raised an eyebrow. "Your hawk?"

"Yeah, don't think too much about it. He's fast, discreet, and won't cause you any problems. Just call my number when you need a delivery, and he'll show up. You give him the money; he gives you the goods. Simple."

He looked skeptical. "And what if it gets caught?"

"That won't happen," I said confidently. "But even if it does, there's no way it'll trace back to you. I'll handle everything."

The boss studied me for a moment, then nodded. "Alright. If you're that confident, I'll trust you. Would you like anything to drink, kid?"

"Nah." Then I hesitated, a thought striking me. "Actually, can you get me a whole chicken?"

"A chicken?"

"Yeah. My hawk's gotta eat, y'know."

The boss chuckled and said something to the waiter in Italian. "Prendi un pollo a questo ragazzo."

The waiter returned with a whole roasted chicken, and I packed it up for Garuda before leaving. "I'll see you next summer, boss."

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Back at the orphanage, I spotted an owl perched on the railing outside my window. It was holding a letter in its beak.

Grabbing it, I went straight to my room to open it. As expected, it was my Hogwarts acceptance letter.

Finally, I thought. Time to officially enter the magical world.

The letter also mentioned that someone would come to escort me the next day. Typical wizarding world efficiency—slow for everything except the unexpected.

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The next morning, Professor McGonagall arrived at the orphanage. She was speaking to Mrs. Carter, the orphanage manager, when I walked in.

"Ah, you must be Arthur Wayne," she said, turning to me.

"Professor," I greeted her with a polite nod. "What subject do you teach?"

She raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. Most muggle-borns—or so she thought—wouldn't know about Hogwarts staff.

I decided to cut her curiosity short. "My parents weren't muggles," I explained.

Her expression softened slightly, though I could tell she was still curious. "I teach Transfiguration," she said. "Now, shall we head to Diagon Alley?"

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The trip to Diagon Alley was... illuminating. Professor McGonagall kept things professional, mostly explaining school-related matters and asking questions about my magical knowledge.

I kept my answers vague, letting her assume I knew more than I let on.

At Gringotts, I didn't open a vault since I didn't want to tie myself too closely to wizarding currency yet. Instead, I exchanged a few extra pounds for Galleons, enough to cover my school supplies and a few "extra" books.

I picked up my wand at Ollivanders—12 inches, elder wood, dragon heartstring. The moment I held it, a faint golden glow enveloped my hand.

"Interesting," Ollivander mused. "Elder wood wands are rare. They tend to choose those destined for greatness."

"No pressure," I muttered under my breath, earning a chuckle from the old wandmaker.

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The trip also gave me several ideas for future business ventures.

Wizards clearly lacked some basic conveniences. With a little effort, I could introduce some muggle tech—enchanted to work in magical environments—and make a killing.

For now, though, I needed to focus on settling into Hogwarts.

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That evening, I decided to summon Garuda for the first time.

Channeling my mana, I focused on the summoning process. A bright light filled the room, and when it faded, a massive hawk-like bird stood before me.

Garuda's feathers shimmered like gold, and his sharp eyes radiated intelligence.

"Garuda, huh?" I said, grinning. "You're even cooler than I imagined."

The bird let out a soft screech, lowering its head slightly as if acknowledging me as its master.

I tossed him the roasted chicken I'd gotten yesterday, watching as he devoured it in seconds.

"Alright, buddy," I said, patting his beak. "We've got a lot of work ahead of us. Let's make this partnership legendary."

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