All In(vincible): Chaos Gacha Chapter 13 13: Kaisen... John Kaisen

Author's Note: A lot of readers keep asking about those comnts where people are showing off their "builds" or rolls. That's actually a big part of the fun with chaos gacha fics. People go to the chaos gacha site(schaosgacha/gacha), roll their own results, and then share what they got. It's a pretty fun way to imrse yourself and feel like you're part of the story.

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Cecil cut into my thoughts. "That's a nice sob story, kid. But it still doesn't explain your survival when two of my Guardians are dead."

Irritation flared through , from the cold tone of his voice. "Then don't fucking believe my words! Go check the footage! Those heroes aren't cheap enough to not have at least a couple of decent security caras!"

The mont I said it, I knew I'd hit the mark. Cecil's expression didn't change, but I saw the minute tightening around his eyes.

The surveillance had been disabled, just like in the show.

It was my word against his suspicions, and he knew it.

I rolled my second Platinum ticket, the anticipation building.

[Summoner]

|Elite Trait|

You are a summoner, summoning and commanding creatures, familiars, spirits and summons co naturally to you. All Familiars get enhanced stats and consu less energy. The potency of all projection-type abilities and spells is increased, it is easier to build affection and loyalty with summons and contracted entities.

I almost gasped out loud.

This... this was perfect, a perfect roll.

Whether it was increasing Naki's strength or making my energy blade more potent, this trait was tailor-made for my build.

'Is my luck finally turning around?' I thought, barely containing my excitent. 'Has Lady Luck finally blessed ? I used to pray for tis like this!'

"It's very hard to believe your survival story," Cecil suddenly said, his voice cutting through my excitent, "when you're sitting there smiling like you just won the lottery."

Huh. Was I smiling? I didn't even realize.

"I'm a person who has gone through intense trauma," I shot back, "only for it to be aggravated by you fuckers interrogating instead of helping. Give a break."

Cecil cleared his throat, surprised by my claim.

I quickly changed the topic. "You said two Guardians were dead, right? Then just ask the others what happened instead of torturing a victim, you asshole."

Cecil's expression shifted slightly, sothing almost human flickering across his face.

"The surviving Guardians are alive, but they're barely hanging by a thread. They need intensive care just to stay stable, let alone recover enough to give statents."

He paused.

"Aquarus is confird KIA. The Immortal..." Cecil's voice took on a strange tone. "The Immortal is complicated."

"Complicated how?"

"He was decapitated and torn in half. We found his legs and head at the scene, but his upper body is still missing."

I kept my face neutral, even as my mind raced.

Naki had taken the upper body. She was using it to feed, to cure her demon hunger.

I couldn't tell Cecil that. Not without revealing Naki's existence, which would open a whole other can of worms.

"So soone took it?" I asked, trying to sound confused instead of guilty.

"That's the working theory." Cecil's eye narrowed. "Any idea who?"

"How the hell would I know? I was unconscious!"

Cecil watched for a long mont, that calculating look in his eye making my skin crawl.

Is he testing ?

"You ntioned Omni-Man grabbed you by the throat," Cecil said, his voice taking on a different tone. "But you said you passed out. How do you know you didn't see sothing before you lost consciousness? Maybe saw who took the body?"

'Yup, it's a trap, alright.'

"I don't know what I saw," I said carefully. "Everything was blurry. My glasses were broken and without them, I'm as good as blind. All I rember is the red and white blur, the grip, and then nothing."

Cecil leaned back slightly, his expression unreadable.

Then, to my surprise, he reached and snapped his fingers.

The cuffs around my wrists clicked open, releasing my hands.

"What-"

"You're not a prisoner, kid," Cecil said, his voice still flat. "You're a person of interest. There's a difference."

I felt air on my sweat-soaked skin finally, my hands free for the first ti since waking up.

Cecil, on the other hand, flared his nostrils slightly. "Weird."

Probably slling the Musk trait.

Great. My sex pheromones were affecting the scarred spymaster.

He stood up, gesturing for to follow.

I followed behind him, my legs shaky from disuse. "Can I go ho now?"

"Kid, first start by telling your na."

"It's John Strange F..."

I stopped mid-sentence, rembering my father's final words to .

'From henceforth, you're disowned from the Fake Family. Never sully that na with your tongue!'

The mory stung, even now.

"Kaisen," I finished. "John Kaisen."

[Image Here]

TING-

A notification dinged in my vision, but I ignored it.

I had one more ticket. The big one. The Diamond ticket.

'Co on, baby. Co on to Papa!'

The gacha rolled with that familiar rush of anticipation.

As the roll ca to a stop, it showed:

[Greater Headpat]

|Rare Trait|

You were born with hands made for patting the heads of all that is cute. Targets feel much more pleasure from you petting their heads, giving a comforting and comfortable feeling when you do, maybe even arousal if they are kinky. This also helps dispel negative ntal effects and build affection. Even the most frigid emo won't be able to fight the power of your palms.

I just fell to my knees, legs going weak beneath .

"Wallahi, I'm cooked," I muttered. "You RNG bastard… I'mma killll you."

Of course I got head-patting powers from a Diamond ticket.

A Diamond fucking ticket.

I could've gotten a dragon. A demon lord. A fucking Servant from Fate.

But no. I got the ability to comfort lollies.

"Sir, is he..." A concerned voice ca from outside the cell.

I looked up to see a man in a suit standing in the doorway. Brown hair, clean-cut and a stoic face perfect for being a Governnt Agent.

That's Donald Ferguson, alright. Cecil's right-hand man in the show.

Cecil sighed, hand going to his forehead. "Apparently, that's just how the kid processes trauma."

I stayed on my knees, staring at nothing, the weight of my terrible luck crushing whatever hope the Summoner trait had given .

RNGesus was laughing at sowhere. I could feel it.

And I was stuck with pretty eyes, sex pheromones, a cane sword, steam powers, radiation absorption, being really good at summoning, and the ability to be the world's best creep.

What a fucking power set.

"Kid," Cecil said, his voice almost sympathetic. "You gonna get up, or do I need to call dical?"

I slowly stood, my legs still shaky, and looked at Cecil through my blurry, admittedly now very pretty eyes.

"Where are we going?" I asked, my voice hollow.

"We're still in the Himalayas, kid. Unfortunately, we can't run the battery of tests we want as we need to take you out of here before you contaminate the cri scene. We need to figure out exactly what you are and where you ca from."

This was fine.

Everything was fine.

Who am I kidding?

I was so fucked.

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