God Of War: Gacha System

"Well, this is a power, so no problem with assimilating" I convince myself.

To be honest, I'm assimilating without asking because I don't want to ask everything to the gacha, obviously, I will ask important things, but the white palace isn't something with consciousness, it's a location.

Which makes it all the more curious, since I shouldn't be able to assimilate locations. Because that would be weird.

However, if there's a card to assimilate pulls with different physiology from mine, then there should be one to assimilate entire locations, right?

"Anyways, assimilating right now" I close my thoughts with a word.

I feel it becoming a part of me and... appear in my head.

There's something weird in there, a small sphere, and I feel it... stabilizing itself, grounding itself in the ground firmly, without the intention to leave.

Let me focus on...

Oh, wait, it's pulling me, it's pulling my consciousness.

I can resist it, but I wouldn't know what is this new thing if I did it.

So I let myself go...

...

My astral body goes into the sphere and I wake up at the end of a bridge, or what's left of it.

The scenery around me is... beautiful, yes, but also very peculiar.

I look around to examine the decoration.

The place is styled in a gothic way, the dark gray and black colors predominate the entire structure, they contrast with the great glow that the entire area has by itself, this glow is also helped by the small sparks and figures that float around.

Figures I can recognize as the essence icon, from the game that the structure comes from.

To the distance I can see nebulous and diffuse shapes, which look like figures or cloud-like shapes that glow with a soft intonation, giving a holy vibe.

Once I stopped being astounded by the place, I walked across the bridge, finding no one in front of the gates that would direct me to the palace.

"Wasn't there supposed to be someone guarding the door?" I complain without heat while opening the gate.

Inside, I once again stopped to appreciate the architecture of the place.

While still gothic, it changed slightly to fill the spaces between the corners, arcs, floor, etc.

I walked and jumped through the palace, finding nothing of interest.

"No enemies, no saws, no white fragment, there really isn't anything in here" I said.

"Well, the feeling is good enough, the palace itself is beautiful, but pairing it with being in a location I only saw in games makes it all the better" It's a magical feeling, one surpassing magic and destroying mountains. It's something pleasant in my heart.

"Anyways, I should focus on the power itself." I stopped in my tracks, stomping my feet a little.

My feet hit the ground and everything around me disappeared, leaving an infinite plane without anything to describe properly, as before I could realize, I was back under the tree.

...

Unlike situations where a character goes into their minds for 10 minutes, just to find out 8 hours had passed in the real world; I awoke with the sun still not fully in the sky, under the usual tree, watching Eleanor play around the outskirts of the plane.

"Mind realm?" My mind quickly went to my first suspect.

If I remember correctly(A polite way of saying I'm right), the white palace was accessed by using the dream sword in a guy, so it's quite literally a mind dimension.

"But why was I kicked out?" Continued my brain.

Well, in fiction, entering this mind realm is supposed to be hard, unless you're using a proxy, like how Ichigo had to let Zangetsu guide him through his inner world.

I suppose that the White Palace had let me access my inner realm, but not fully, as something lacks.

"What lacks?" Once again, my brain wanted to know everything.

Perhaps I lack some sort of realization? Because an inner world is supposed to be my inner nature, thoughts, emotions, values, etc, etc... 

So, is something lacking in my resolve?

"No surprise there, I'm just doing things for the sake of doing them and surviving" Still, it feels weird for it to be screamed at me.

Talking about memories, I should probably mention that I already inspected Kratos's memories, although I've already talked about Deimos's kidnapping, so it's rather superfluous to mention it.

"I probably shouldn't get sidetracked though, I was testing my items" Leaving the issue of my mindscape aside, I opened my inventory.

...

"The key is to focus your mind, body, and spirit towards one goal" I repeated the words of the book and kept on with the minor exercise.

At my side, Eleanor was copying me in my little routine of poses.

This was all caused by the book that was now at my feet.

"I've never used to word ¨book¨ so loosely...." I complained from my meditation.

The Hercules Method is a workout routine that brings your body to the best a human could be. Ranging from living without food or water for thousands of years, to flexing it in ways that shouldn't be possible, I even remember that Luther choked the Librarian out with his intestines, Luther's intestines if clarification was needed.

"The worst thing is that it has an effect..."

In one of the afterwords of the book, If I remember correctly, the author said the method was based on those low-quality books that say ¨Get muscles fast in only 1 week¨ and are filled with small exercises that last 5 minutes.

So, my point is that it shouldn't be working, but I have a good sense of my body, so I feel the changes in it.

In my muscles, in my bones, in my organs, I even feel my already good eyes get marginally better.

The effect is slow since this is the first day of practice and this is supposed to be aimed at the ones without muscles, spartan training, or assimilations.

"But with time..." I slowly say, a smile appearing on my face.

...

While Eleanor complins at my side, I examine a spherical shape that has two small stars floating around it, the sphere has some sort of infinity icon inside of it, giving it a sci-fi atmosphere.

"Here it is" Eleanor snaps her head at my hands, and sees a red bowl filled with rice.

Said bowl appeals to her grumbling stomach and she takes it off my hands, before realizing she doesn't have anything to eat it with.

"Can't help you with that, Elle, eat it with your hands or..." An idea pops into my head.

I focus on the bowl at her hands, the rice in it starts to levitate and I move it closer to her mouth.

"Open" She wastes no time and eats the floating air.

While I can't use my minor telekinesis to fly, I can use it for something as meager as food.

We repeat this motion until she finishes the rice, I make another, and she finishes it again.

Soon enough, she falls asleep on the grass.

"She ran a lot today, not to mention she also did ...exercises with me" The sun was already showing itself, signaling the time for breakfast.

I don't mind skipping breakfast, but Eleanor was hungry, and I was unusually hungry too.

"Must be the Hercules method" I said as I turned back my attention to the sphere.

This sphere is the omni-synthesizer that I got in the gacha. Once I brought it out of its card, I thought that I wouldn't be able to use it because it didn't have any materials in it.

But, while I couldn't take them out of it, there were already items inside of it.

"Including but not limited to..." Inspecting the synthesizer, I speak aloud, but not loud enough to wake up the cosmic child "Seeds, gaseous liquid, metal, rice, cubes of something that looks edible called ¨Basic ingredients¨, solid water...?" And the list went on and on with items I couldn't even recognize.

"Virtual particle..." I observe while touching it and taking it out.

The synthesizer came with some sort of sub-space so everything is inside the small infinity icon in the middle.

Once it goes loses touch with the machine, and I try to open it, the small vial of energy disappears, leaving me unable to use it for any other thing. 

"Only usable for the original machine..." Makes sense, imagine I get an Iron Man suit and use its arc reactor for everything but the armor. Still, I was able to take it out, so maybe I could investigate it at some point.

Sweeping through the catalog of consumables, my eyes fall on a food called ¨Deep-fried Flying Sea Anemone¨. A plate full of meat and a few other ingredients.

It's made of basic ingredients, so it should have everything that my body needs after exercise.

That's the excuse, I'm just hungry and that looks incredible.

A beep is heard from the machine, and perhaps I gulped a little before eating the food.

...

Swiping through the book, I stop to take a bite of the food and keep on reading.

It's interesting, although some comments are weirdly similar to what a madman would say, the third diary has details of various entities that didn't show up in the original series.

Makes sense, since Disney wouldn't have approved an episode of ¨The Eternally Melting Face¨, they probably had a hard time with the episodes of Bill terrorizing Ford.

Still, while most of the diary is readable, now and then I find coded messages, runes, alchemic symbols(One looked the same as Mustang's gloves), and sometimes words that outright don't have sense.

"There's nothing groundbreaking, it's mostly a bestiary that Ford used." I put it back in the inventory since there wasn't anything to see other than beasts, and Ford's true discoveries, like the railgun that was going to kill Bill, are either in his laboratory or painted with invisible ink.

...

"Rogue Sun" I said calmly, as calm as I could, as calm as Dumbledore asked Harry if he had put his name in the goblet of fire.

The sun stone shone and an armor of darkness and fire enveloped me, covering me fully.

I took out the grimoire and summoned a mirror for me to admire myself.

"This looks similar to the hellbat armor" I appreciated as I spun around.

The armor looked as if it was made by a demon who wanted nothing but to kill everything in its way, I say this because there were no other words to describe it, even if my words described the destined enemy of the wielders of the stone.

"I look menacing, way more menacing than I'd like" While it looked cool, it also looked as if people would die of heart attacks the moment they saw me. How did they pull being a hero?

After the modeling, I tested everything I could do with the armor.

Flying, Weapon creation, and shooting magic fire.

"I think it was called...darkfire?" I absentmindedly comment, while flying around.

Why was I flying around? Why wouldn't I be?

I can fly.

So I'm flying.

And I'm relaxing for the first time in the past few days.

Looking back at it, I've had it rough.

Thrown into another world, into a battlefield, into a city I don't know, assaulted by memories I didn't want, haunted by nightmares of my assimilations, going to war, and seeing the only people I knew die because of the equivalent of a magic bomb, killing an entire army by myself, getting forced into a meeting with the higher-ups, and lastly, I'm probably being manipulated for the benefits of the state. 

I know for sure people like that won't leave a huge variable like me to his own devices, I wouldn't be surprised if they sent me a servant or a slave to bind me to Sparta.

Wasn't that a common tactic used by the lords with their knights? Engage them with a house of the kingdom to tie him through love?

Yes, I know that I have only met them once, but they behave like the smartasses of all fiction would. They're this world's version of the Council of Ricks, but more serious, and way less powerful.

Wow, now that I think about it, the only reason that I haven't had an emotional breakdown is because when I had them, they were interrupted, well, I interrupted them.

Back when I fought with my ex-teammates, and when I killed the army, I completely ignored them.

That doesn't seem too healthy.

Still, what was I supposed to do? Get a therapist? Please.

I know that I'm not a normal 16-year-old, but how much? How much trauma would I be able to support before I break down crying or something?

The assimilations should have given me mental fortitude, right? I remember reading some comics where Jason had problems with killing...

Well, the point I'm thinking about is exactly how much the assimilations affect me. I've already noticed that I have an inclination to hit in the jaw, and that's a minor thing.

But I'm assimilating Dante, would that make a murderous bastard?

"This is weird... Let's just get to the conclusion swiftly."

I'm mentally fucked up, in the sense of bottling up everything, I've already had issues with this when I was in my past life, but I don't know how much worse could be.

What if I go insane and rampage through the world? Zeus is going to smite me.

"No use thinking about that though." Flying down, I throw the sun stone into my inventory before deciding to not use it.

Flying? Cool, Dante will cover it. Weapon creation? Magic is better, and my body is coated in magic will be better. Fire? That's just magic, I have better.

"Wait, let's go back, I just remembered something" I said, taking the sun stone out.

I meditated to the side of the still-sleeping Eleanor, and soon enough I was able to reach my purpose.

...

A long plane, similar to the one I was in greeted me, but instead of a forest around me, I was surrounded by long towers that quite literally pierced the yellow teal sky.

The sun was up in the exact middle, in a bright red color that reminded you of a sweet-looking candy apple, around it, in a spinning vortex, the clouds seemed to converge into it, even if they didn't move to the wind.

Finishing my appreciation of the architecture, I called for someone.

"Hello? Someone here?" No one answered.

In the comic, the sun stone has an inner realm, where the previous owners and their towers reside. Apparently, I've got the towers, but not the spirits.

"That's good I guess, I'm still not going to use this stone"

"Rogue Sun" I said.

Instantly, I was transported into another plane, one I recognized a lot.

"My...Room?" I said with slight surprise.

If I'm correct, the sun stone models the other planes based on the rogue sun's memories, so with all of the towers, I thought that I would have gone to any other, not mine.

Moving aside a few pieces of clothing, I threw myself in the bed, my back, still accustomed to the hard surface of Kratos's home bed, fell into the bed easily.

"Who would have thought a used bed could feel this good..." While relaxing in the barely average bed, I noticed my body.

A black and slightly bagged hoodie that covered me completely, and some gray pants that were slightly baggy too.

My hand instinctively went to the place where I left the remote control always, and I tried turning on the TV, to no avail.

Giving up, I started to wonder.

"Why is my room the first thing that popped out?" 

My mind, as usual, began to analyze everything quickly.

"Time spent? Maybe. It feels rather uncomfortable here, though" I stopped before getting ahead of me.

There's a sense of... I don't know, controlled chaos in this room, like something bad is going to happen if I remain here, unfortunately, there's also a sense of familiarity here, I know that it's only here because I spent a lot of time here, but still, even if I know it, it's hard to part from it.

"Rogue Sun"

Hard, but not impossible.

...

Out of the sunstone's realm, I didn't bother to look at the sun, I just lay there in silence, contemplating the mass of feelings that I suddenly got hit with.

"What is this? Nostalgia?" My voice came out of my mouth by itself.

"Ugh..." What a bother, I shouldn't have used the sunstone.

Eleanor, now awake, stared at me weirdly, but I assured her nothing was wrong and kept focused on my thoughts.

Not that I have anything else to do, there weren't too many items this gacha. The only things I have left to test are the Serum K and the Piecemaker, both unusable at the moment.

"Wow, I'm bored."

There's nothing for me to do, no way of getting stronger, no way of getting smarter, no way of actively using my time, in general, I'm stagnating.

This is God Of War, and while the power level isn't at the top of all the video games, it's still very high, unlike several other games, anime, or manga, here some prophecies state my eventual conflict with the gods.

Even if there wasn't, Deimos has already been taken, so I'm linked to the gods in one or another way.

'And the sisters of fate too...' Did I receive the standard protection against fate pack that transmigrators get?

I doubt it.

The only good thing now is that the plot is going to start in around 20 years, even if I didn't do anything and just waited for my monthly pulls, that's 30x12x20... 6x12x100... 7200 cards.

Let's say that only one of every 10 pulls is usable, that's still 720 cards that will vary between items and characters.

Well, my point with all of this chat is that every idiot who gets my power can become the strongest in no time, so I should be going above and beyond with my power, even if I'm the type of person who does the bare minimum. Most times.

My first thought when I think about how can I get stronger would be the same way Kratos did, but Kratos had the blades of chaos that absorbed the souls of those he killed, so no.

My second thought is with my godly energy that Kratos never seemed to have, but also no since raising my godly energy would mean making myself a god or wildly recognized, but Kratos took too much time of growth to be able to fight gods, so no.

My third thought is the 4-month travel card. After thinking about it, if I want to take full advantage, then I would need to go to a world where fighting is common, technology is decently advanced, and everything happens around the same spot.

That already discarded some worlds, like One Piece, because if I spawned in an island from the east Blue, while the timeline is around dressrosa, then the ticket gets wasted.

No problem though, as I already had an idea as to where I was going.

Low general level, has various enemies, everything is relatively close, and has a decent amount of technology too.

"Hey, Elle" I addressed the bored child at my side.

She turned to me and tilted her head slightly.

"You wanna go on a trip?" 

She stood up, and as usual, no more words were needed.

And so, the days passed, my assimilation progress went up, and the travel card was spent.

...

...

...

The palace was surrounded by silence, only broken by the occasional sounds of scissors cutting through the string.

No, not scissors, but claws.

Atropos's claws cut through many fates at the same time, mercilessly commanding the end of armies, countries, and even gods at times.

But lately, her cuts were filled with wariness, the same claws that cut decided the fate of the Titans now struggled to decide the fate of a simple mortal.

No matter how much she struggled to comprehend the purpose of her sisters, those topics still eluded her, leaving her filled with doubts and wariness.

Taking a rare moment off, she stood still and thought about different topics.

Her sister Lahkesis and her unusual interest in a mortal.

Her sister Clotho and her usual indifference to any matter concerning mortals.

Her mother Nyx, goddess of night, hasn't resorted to taking any action lately. Or ever after the primordial war.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice her actions and ended up doing a slightly overenthusiastic cut with her claws.

That small mistake changed the fates of hundreds, if not thousands of different things in the world, as humans weren't the only ones affected by the fates.

The threads of fate stretch to every point in the world and exist for all living and non-living things, spanning through life, space, and time.

Such a small mistake changed the course of the world in unmeasurable ways, none of which the Moira cared for, of course.

She wasn't bothered by the direction of the world, she was bothered by the fact she had made a mistake, even a small one was unforgivable to her.

"Lahkesis... Laheksis wanted me to see where this was going... She told me to not cut his thread immediately..." She started talking seemingly to herself, as there was no one else around.

Her claws tightened as she flew around the palace, evading the sight of both of her sisters.

Stopping in front of one of the many prophecies done in the past, she looked upon the mural that depicted a lonely soul surveying the wake of carnage that surrounded him.

And she began to wonder.

"She said to not cut his thread... but she didn't say anything about interfering with it" Not caring about the possible repercussions of her actions, she began to plan.

With her added to the mix, it is now the goddess of justice and two of the sisters of fate who are plotting around the life of a simple mortal.

Of course, who knows what other gods can be brought into the mix at any moment.

Gods, or Titans...

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A/N: Hey.

So, this marks the last chapter, obviously not of the series, but all 13 past chapters were made before I created the fic in web novel, in my notes app, so now I'm just going to correct them, do some small editing, and release them.

This chapter was a little slow because it's supposed to be the last one before the world travel. I already have ideas for world travel, but maybe for the next, I will be inspired by the web novel comments.

The plot is already planned for the next world, even if I end up changing the world he's going to.

Anyways, all done and said, I hope you enjoyed the chapter, bye bye.