In Marvel : with Shadow slave Gacha system

I was walking along the sidewalk, phone in hand, engrossed in the latest chapter of my favorite novel, Shadow Slave.

"Yes! Finally, my boy Sunny's is making some moves !" I thought, my excitement bubbling as I reached a traffic signal. I paused, waiting for the light to change, a grin forming on my face. Now he just has to kill the Sovereigns, marry Nephis, and become a god. Then the story's perfect. The thought made me chuckle, the world around me fading into the background as I thought how this story will end.

But then, out of nowhere, it hit me—something huge, fast, and unforgiving. My world flipped upside down as I was thrown off my feet and sent hurtling through the air. The phone slipped from my grip, the text of the chapter vanishing as the device clattered onto the pavement below.

Everything became muffled after that. Voices around me turned into echoes, fragmented and distant. "Call an ambulance!" someone shouted, their tone urgent and frantic. Another voice, grim and resigned, muttered, "It's useless… look at that …"

Pain wracked my body, sharp and overwhelming, yet strangely distant as if my mind was floating above it all. Slowly, I realized the horrifying truth: I was dying.

Images from my life began flashing before my eyes—a slideshow of memories, both cherished and mundane. Questions pounded in my mind. What's going to happen to my parents after I'm gone? Will they be okay? The thought twisted something deep inside me. I don't want to die!

Amid the chaos of thought, a peculiar memory surfaced—something Sunny, the protagonist of Shadow Slave, once joked: "Yeah, I died… but I got over it."

The irony struck me, bitter and absurd. A faint smile tugged at my lips, but before the thought could fully settle, the world turned to black.

Suddenly, as I opened my eyes, all I could see was darkness. I tried to move, but there was dirt pressing all around me. My hands pushed against the gritty surface, confirming the horrifying realization—there was soil everywhere. I was buried alive.

Breathing became harder with each passing second, the air around me thin and suffocating. Desperation clawed at my mind as I started to dig, clawing my way upwards with trembling hands. Please let me be wrong, I thought. I can't die again. Not like this.

My lungs burned, and my strength began to wane. Just as hope was slipping away, my fingers broke through into open air. A rush of relief coursed through me, giving me the energy to keep going. I clawed harder, pushing myself upward until I finally burst out of the ground, gasping for air and collapsing onto the surface.

For a moment, I lay there, catching my breath, the cool night air filling my lungs. As I steadied myself, I forced my eyes to adjust to the dim light. Trees loomed all around me, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. Behind me, the faint sound of water drew my attention. Turning, I saw a tranquil lake glimmering faintly under the moonlight.

This isn't a graveyard. It's a forest, I realized, my confusion deepening. But why was I buried here? What's going on?

My body was covered in dirt, a grim reminder of the ordeal I'd just escaped. I moved toward the lake, drawn by the need to clean myself and get a better look at my reflection. Kneeling at the water's edge, I splashed the cool water over my face and arms, washing away the dirt. Then I leaned closer, peering into the still surface to see my reflection.

In the reflection of the lake, a stranger stared back at me. It was the face of an average-looking girl with raven-black hair falling in unruly waves around her shoulders and piercing black eyes that seemed to glint faintly in the dim light. But what caught my attention was the faint stab mark around her neck. What the hell...?

I stumbled back, my gaze dropping to my hands. They were delicate, far too small to be mine. My heart began to race as I checked the rest of my body. I was shorter than I remembered, my limbs leaner, and my entire form unfamiliar. This isn't me. The realization hit like a thunderclap. This isn't my body

Panic flared in my chest as I tried to make sense of the situation. What happened to me? Where's my real body? But even as those thoughts swirled, another, more chilling realization dawned on me: I've transmigrated. Somehow, I was in someone else's body.

Before I could process further, a calm, mechanical voice reverberated in my mind:

[Welcome to the Shadow Slave Gacha System!]

I froze as the voice continued, dispassionate yet eerily enthusiastic:

[You will be provided with 2 points per day.]

[To pull from the gacha, you require 10 points.]

[In the gacha, you can acquire a wide range of items: character templates, powers, summons, and more.]

[Note: Characters' flaws will not be included.]

[As a first-time user, you have been granted 2 free pulls!]

[Hope you enjoy your friendly outer god, Shadow.]

The words left me speechless. A system? Like something out of a video game or a novel? My thoughts immediately drifted to the title "Shadow Slave," a story I had obsessed over. Wait… this can't be… is this THAT world?

[ Another note : this world is not shadow slave . but of marvel mix with comics with movies ]

"This is so unfair!" I exclaimed, frustration bubbling up inside me. "I could glaze Shadow Salve, but the power of Shadow Slave feels so much weaker compared to the marvel "

I sighed, staring at the screen. "Two free pulls... Alright, oh great god of gacha, I pray to you. Please grant me Mordret, the Mirror Fiend, or Nephis. Please!"

Why not the main character, you ask? Well, because his power isn't that impressive compared to theirs. Sure, in the series, Sunny was exceptional. He was him. But let's be real—I know I'm not going to be him.

Mordret would give me the power to see through mirrors and control people like puppets, while Nephis, regeneration 

I clicked the button, my heart pounding. Would fate smile upon me, or was I doomed to mediocrity once again?

[ reward : master sunless temple ]

"Noooo!" I cried, dropping to my knees in despair. "If i am getting Sunny then Why wouldn't i get Saint Sunny?!"

I clenched my fists, staring at the screen in disbelief. My heart sank, but I tried to steady my breathing. "Okay, it's fine," I muttered, forcing myself to stand. "I still have one pull left. I can still get what I want."

With a trembling hand, I clicked the button again, the anticipation almost too much to bear.

[Puppeteer's Shroud]

"Noooo!" The scream from my throat as I punched the ground in frustration. "Why can't I get Mordret?" My anger boiled over, tears of rage prickling at the corners of my eyes. This wasn't just a game anymore; it felt like the universe itself was mocking me.

"Calm down," I told myself, taking a deep breath to steady the swirling chaos in my mind. Then a thought struck me: Wait, what's the name of this body? Does it even have a name I can use?

I stood up from the ground, brushing off the dirt, and walked toward a nearby tree. Sitting down beneath its shade, I tried to organize my thoughts more clearly. Closing my eyes, I focused.

"Alright," I muttered, "the first issue is that I can't think of any name this body might have. That's going to be a problem." After a moment of contemplation, I nodded to myself. "Fine, I'll use the name from my previous life—Rin. That'll do for now."

Having settled on a name, I moved on to the second issue. "I don't have any memories of this body's past," I mused, frowning. I checked the clothes I was wearing, but they revealed nothing useful except for fifty dollars and a ring. I sighed. "I need to change clothes, too. That's going to be a high priority."

For now, though, I decided on a temporary solution. The Puppeteer's Shroud would offer enhanced durability, some degree of mental protection, and a faster recovery from fatigue. Conveniently, it even came with boots which i decide to wear it .

Adjusting the boots, I stood up again, feeling a bit more prepared to face whatever came next

ok lets get out of this dame forest and make a life for myself 

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until next time bye