World Hopping With Gacha

When I first selected Random World, I assumed it would just throw me into an existing world at random.

Simple, right?

Wrong.

Turns out, Random World doesn't just pick a world—it creates one by mixing elements from different worlds. In other words, it generates a completely unique reality, combining different fictional universes into one.

And thanks to my 50% luck boost from the Lucky Dice, the world I ended up in seemed pretty normal and safe.

I figured this out after bumping into two very familiar people—Gotō Hitori, the shy pink-haired guitarist from Bocchi the Rock, and Jōichirō Yukihira, the legendary chef from Food Wars.

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After getting off the train, I decided to wander around aimlessly, looking for… well, something interesting.

That's when I spotted her.

A pink-haired girl with a guitar case on her back, standing on the sidewalk—completely frozen.

Not frozen in fear. Not frozen because she was busy with something.

No.

She was just… staring at nothing.

Like, actual nothing.

I recognized her immediately. Hitori Gotō.

Bocchi.

"Oi." I waved a hand in front of her face. No reaction.

I waved it again. Still nothing.

Was she… buffering?

After a few more seconds, her eyes finally refocused, and she blinked rapidly—only to freeze again the moment she saw me.

"…U-uh…" she muttered, visibly panicking.

I decided to break the silence. "Yo. You good? You looked like you were contemplating the meaning of life just now."

Bocchi flinched. "Ah—n-no! I was just… I-I mean… u-uhh…"

She started stuttering uncontrollably.

Then, right on cue—her stomach growled.

Loudly.

She immediately went pale and looked like she was about to die of embarrassment.

"…Pfft." I couldn't help but chuckle. "Looks like you're hungry too."

Bocchi turned even redder.

I smiled and gestured toward the nearest restaurant. "C'mon. Let's grab something to eat."

She hesitated, clearly debating whether to run away or accept the offer. But hunger won out. She gave a tiny nod, and we walked into the restaurant together.

The second I stepped inside, I immediately sensed something was off.

Because standing behind the counter, cooking like it was just another normal day, was a tall man with slicked-brown hair and a confident smirk.

I recognized him instantly.

Jōichirō Yukihira.

Soma's dad.

The legendary chef from Food Wars.

For a brief moment, I just stared.

"…No way."

That confirmed it.

This wasn't a single fictional world. This was a mix of different modern anime worlds blended together.

Interesting.

I sat at the counter with Bocchi, who was still awkwardly looking down at her lap, while Jōichirō greeted us with a casual, "Welcome. What can I get you two?"

I smirked. "Surprise me."

He raised an eyebrow but nodded. "Got it."

As we waited, I watched him cook.

His movements were effortless, like a dance he had practiced a thousand times. Every cut, every flip of the pan—it was all perfect.

Thanks to my Master Chef skill, I analyzed everything he did in real-time.

And more importantly—I understood exactly how to replicate it.

Feeling a bit playful, I spoke up. "Mind if I try making one too?"

Jōichirō glanced at me, a little amused. "You cook?"

"Kinda," I shrugged. "I can make decent food, but I've never tried proper Japanese cuisine before."

He chuckled. "Alright, go for it. Let's see what you've got."

He handed me an apron, and I stepped into the kitchen.

Using my skill, I mimicked his previous dish perfectly. Same knife work. Same cooking techniques. Identical plating.

When I placed the dish next to his, Jōichirō paused.

For the first time, he actually looked a little surprised.

"…Damn," he muttered, inspecting my dish. "That's impressive."

Bocchi, who had been silently watching, blinked in confusion. "U-uh… isn't it just the same dish?"

Jōichirō shook his head. "No. The fact that he perfectly replicated my cooking after watching me once is insane." He looked at me with genuine curiosity. "You've got a talent, kid."

I grinned. "Well, I learn fast."

Jōichirō smirked. "I can see that."

With that, we finally dug into our food.

Between bites of the delicious food, I suddenly remembered my manners.

"Oh right, where are my manners?" I said, setting my chopsticks down for a moment. "I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Arthur Wayne."

I turned to Bocchi, giving her a friendly smile. "And you are…?"

Of course, I already knew who she was. Gotō Hitori. Bocchi. But obviously, I couldn't just blurt that out—I had to let her introduce herself first.

Bocchi, who had been quietly nibbling on her food, immediately tensed up.

Her eyes darted around like she was debating whether to respond or spontaneously combust.

"U-Uh…" she mumbled, gripping her chopsticks tightly. "I-I'm… um… G-Gotō Hitori…"

She said it so softly that if my hearing wasn't enhanced, I might not have caught it.

I chuckled. "Gotō Hitori, huh? Nice to meet you."

Bocchi gave a stiff nod, her face turning slightly pink as she focused on her food again.

Jōichirō, who had been watching the interaction with mild amusement, leaned on the counter. "You're good with shy ones, huh?"

I smirked. "I wouldn't say that. She's just… easy to talk to."

Bocchi nearly choked on her food.

I leaned back slightly, savoring the lingering taste of the meal before turning my attention to the chef.

"And what about you, Mr. Chef? What's your name?" I asked with a grin. "I have to say, this food is heavenly good."

The man behind the counter smirked as he wiped his hands on a towel. "Glad you like it," he said casually. "Name's Jōichirō Yukihira."

I already knew that, of course. The legendary wandering chef, Soma's father. But I kept my expression neutral.

"Arthur Wayne," I introduced myself again, offering a small nod. "If this is what you cook on a normal day, I can see people would line up for miles to eat here."

Jōichirō chuckled. "Flattery? What you want another plate?"

Bocchi's eyes widened slightly as she hesitantly raised her hand. "U-Um… m-may I… also have another…?"

Jōichirō let out a laugh. "Of course! A girl who appreciates good food is always welcome."

As he got to work, I leaned slightly toward Bocchi. "Looks like you're enjoying yourself now."

She flinched but nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I-It's… really good…"

I leaned forward on the counter, tapping my fingers lightly against the polished wood.

"Say, Jōichirō-san, can you teach me different cuisines? I'd love to learn, and I could even work here part-time," I said with a grin. "You wouldn't even need to pay me."

Jōichirō raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Not often you hear someone ask to work for free," he mused. "You sure about that?"

I nodded. "I just really enjoy cooking. Plus, learning from someone like you? That's an opportunity I wouldn't pass up."

He hummed thoughtfully, crossing his arms. "Well, you do have talent. The dish you made earlier was spot-on, and your knife skills weren't half bad."

Bocchi, who had been quietly eating, suddenly spoke up in a small voice. "A-Arthur-san… can cook…?"

'I just did, didn't you see that?'

I grinned at her. "I dabble."

Jōichirō let out a chuckle. "Alright, kid. I won't turn away free labor. If you're serious, come by in the mornings before we open. I'll see if you've got what it takes."

I smirked. "Deal."

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Is Arthur a very common name? I was reading 2 fics and the protagonist have the same name.

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