Let's see what fate's coughing up today.
Draco cracked his knuckles. Gacha day. Finally. His first real draw. His first proper role. Took long enough.
Two days since the whole Boggart meltdown in DADA. Two days since things went... weird.
The professors had already slapped on a nice little explanation.
"Unstable magical creature, must've been old. Probably couldn't handle too many transformations."
Neat. Clean. Easy.
No one looked deeper. Why would they? Most students figured the Boggart was busted from the start. Way easier than thinking something was actually wrong with him.
A few still snickered about it, though.
"Malfoy scared of a dog, some wrinkly geezer, and a little girl? Pathetic."
Draco didn't bother replying. Let them talk. Let them throw their jokes around like confetti.
He knew the truth. He knew what the Boggart really showed.
And that wasn't something you explained over lunch in the Great Hall.
But none of that mattered right now.
Today was about the draw.
He opened the system and dumped the full 30 points without blinking. Let them burn.
Let's roll.
Ten cards appeared. Glowing. Spinning. All fancy as hell.
Alright. Let's go.
First one—Anchorbind Token.
Draco blinked. His mouth legit fell open for a second.
Yo, this thing was crazy.
It wasn't just some knockoff teleport scroll. Nah. This worked on a whole different level.
It could bind objects—non-living ones like rings, doors, books, whatever—and once bound, they were linked. Didn't matter where. Even if they were in different worlds.
He could literally travel between them.
Like a custom-made interdimensional Portkey. Except better.
"Holy shit," he muttered, actually grinning.
Then instantly caught himself. Nah. Calm down. Don't get ahead of yourself.
The real value only kicks in if he actually hops to another world. For now, it's just a cool toy with insane potential.
Still...
He skimmed the fine print:
Can't change the anchor unless one of the objects is destroyed or a rare item is used.
Two uses per 24 hours.
Only works for the user—so no sharing.
"Not too restrictive," he said under his breath. "Could've been worse."
He was already itching to see what came next.
Screw pacing.
He tapped the second card.
SCP-458.
The Pizza Box That Knows You Better Than You Know Yourself.
At first glance? Just a regular cardboard pizza box. The kind you'd expect stacked in a Little Caesars or abandoned in a dorm after a long night.
But the twist?
It didn't just hold pizza. It made it. Instantly.
The moment someone touched it, the box conjured their ideal pizza—without them saying a word. Your dream slice? The exact crust you pretend not to care about? That weird combo of toppings you swear no one else likes? It knows. And it delivers.
Only catch? It's strictly pizza. No drinks, no desserts, no cheeky side of wings.
"Good thing I'm not in the SCP verse," he muttered.
Paused.
Clicked his tongue. "Shouldn't have said that. Definitely jinxed it."
Because if that cursed horror-verse even slightly overlapped with his own, he was out. No creepy statues. No immortal lizard freaks. And definitely no eldritch abominations with a taste for mind games.
Still, seeing it would definitely make McGonagall collapse. It straight-up broke Gamp's Law.
Of course, he wasn't stupid enough to show it.
Third card.
A plushie collection of Pokémon.
Just... plushies. Nothing supernatural.
He sighed. "It would've been better if it gave me a Pokémon egg."
Still, they were kinda cute. Whatever.
Fourth card.
A compass.
But not a normal one.
Captain Jack Sparrow's compass.
Didn't point north. It pointed to whatever the holder wanted most in that moment.
"Oh yeah," Draco muttered, "that's gonna be useful."
Adventure essential, right there.
Fifth card.
And this time… not an item.
A living being.
Or rather, beings.
Slime x158.
Not the Tensura kind, unfortunately.
These were from The Man Picked Up by the Gods.
Draco whistled low. "Damn. I need a proper place to keep these."
They'd need room. Slime habitats weren't exactly one-size-fits-all. And he still had no idea which types he got.
Could be regular slimes. Could be cleaning slimes. Bloody slimes. Who knew?
But the possibilities?
He was grinning again.
Sixth card.
A gadget from Doraemon.
Compact 2-D Camera.
A nifty little thing that could store anything as a photograph, turning clean-up into a one-second job. Just snap a picture, and boom—whatever you were holding is now flat and stored away. Want it back? Pour hot water on the photo, and it returns to its original form, good as new.
"I need that blue cat robot," Draco muttered, impressed.
His room was gonna stay clean forever. Probably.
Seventh card.
A T-shirt.
Not just any T-shirt—Ben Tennyson's.
White, black stripe, classic design. Worn by the hero of a thousands alien forms.
"If I get the chance, I'm selling this to Collectimus," Draco said. "It'll be a killer deal."
He could already see the nerd foaming at the mouth for this one.
Eighth card.
A pair of glasses.
But not just fashion frames.
These were the signature specs of one of the slickest manipulators in anime.
Sōsuke Aizen.
Draco exhaled slowly. "I really wanted Kyōka Suigetsu. That thing's busted."
Total hypnosis with just one glance? Yeah, gimme.
Unfortunately, it was just the glasses. No sword. No illusions. Just a reminder that somewhere out there, some smug bastard could rewrite reality with a flick of his wrist.
Sigh.
Ninth card.
A… stack of magazines?
He blinked.
Takashi Komuro's porn magazine collection.
"…Wow."
He couldn't help it—he laughed. Loudly.
"I remember before my transmigration, I started reading some random anime mashup fanfic where he was the main character," Draco said to no one. "No idea if it ever got updated."
Didn't matter. He'd probably just chuck the mags in storage. Or maybe use them to mess with Ron.
Tenth card.
The final draw.
Travelling Card: Game of Thrones
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