Marvel Ultimate Gacha

Rose was submerged in a large, ornate tub filled with milk and rose petals, her serene demeanor unshaken as she looked at Mia.

"He wants to accompany me for the next week?" Rose asked calmly, her gaze steady.

"Yes, he asked if he could try to learn from you," Mia replied with a nod.

It was Michael idea after he learned his mother might die in Alien invasion during the New York battle, after The Ancient One mentioned the invasion will happen within the next three days, but she didn't provide an exact date. So, he decided to spend the week with her, to be able to save her at any moment.

"And what exactly does he want to learn?" Rose inquired, her attention focused on Mia.

"He said he wants to learn about the family business," Mia explained, though her voice betrayed a hint of uncertainty. She knew Michael had changed, especially after the kidnapping incident, but wanting to learn about the family business which he loathes the most is something she didn't foresee.

"I thought he disliked this business, especially after his father was killed because of it," Rose said with a sigh, her expression briefly clouded with sorrow as memories of her late husband resurfaced.

They had been a beautiful family of four, living harmoniously. But as her husband climbed higher and higher in the hotel business, he attracted attention—dangerous attention. Most of the time, he managed to avoid the conflicts, but two years ago, he was killed by a rival. From that moment on, Rose took charge of the business herself.

Her eldest child, Ashley, stepped up to help manage the operations, while Michael grew to resent the business. Over time, the rift grew, and he chose to live away from the family, distancing himself from everything.

"If he's starting to move past his trauma, that's a good thing," Rose said softly, a small smile gracing her lips. "Tell him he can accompany me."

Mia nodded respectfully before leaving the room.

As Mia stepped out, she couldn't help but wonder what exactly Michael was thinking. However, she didn't dwell on it for long. Instead, she quickly sent him a message informing him that his mother had approved.

In his hotel room, Michael glanced at the notification and nodded. Rising from his chair, he walked over to his bed and sat down.

"I should use my remaining gacha tickets and see if I can get anything good," he mused, opening his system interface.

[ Inventory ]

3 Golden Tickets

1 Bronze Ticket

The golden tickets had come from the Ancient One, while another was earned by fusing ten silver tickets. As for the bronze one, he didn't quite remember where it came from—perhaps a reward for mastering a powerful spell.

"Let's start with the bronze one," he murmured.

The ticket disappeared into the interface, and a gacha machine, resembling the type found on the streets of Japan, materialized before him. Michael spun the dial, and after a few moments, a single capsule ejected. It opened on its own, revealing an item.

[ Congratulations! The host has obtained Regalia's Flute – A mystical flute that produces a sound capable of calming the mind. ]

Michael picked up the elegant white flute, examining its intricate design. It gleamed softly in the dim light, exuding an aura of tranquility. Not so satisfied, he placed it carefully on a shelf in the room. 

"maybe I can also use it before meditation" he mumbled, looking at it, but getting it he also understood, he shouldn't try the Golden ones today. As he got not so useful item.

"I'll try the golden ones tomorrow," he muttered to himself.

Glancing outside, he noticed the sky had grown dark. "It's already night, huh?" he murmured, rubbing his temples lightly. Feeling a slight pang of hunger, he decided to have a quick dinner before returning to bed, letting the day's events fade into peaceful sleep.

Next Morning

Michael woke to the sound of his alarm clock ringing. Glancing at the clock, he noticed it was just 5:00 AM—two hours earlier than his usual waking time of 7:00 AM. He remembered that his mother usually left for the office at 6:00 AM.

"She really is a hard worker," he muttered to himself as he got out of bed.

He headed to the washroom, washing up and freshening himself for the day. Once done, he stood before his wardrobe, selecting a sleek, gold-accented suit. After putting it on and checking himself in the mirror, he adjusted the cuffs and nodded in approval.

"Still looking good," he remarked with a satisfied smirk. Feeling ready and confident, he grabbed his belongings and stepped out to start the day.

As he exited the building, he noticed a car already waiting for him. Glancing at the time, he saw it was 5:25 AM. Without wasting a moment, he got into the car, and the driver began the journey to the White Estate.

The estate was an impressive property—so large that one could easily take a morning walk around the house and still not cover the entire area. As the car drove through the gates and came to a stop in front of the mansion, Michael stepped out. Adjusting his suit, he couldn't help but feel a wave of nervousness.

"Damn, this feels like I'm meeting my girlfriend's family," he thought, shaking off the nerves.

He entered the house, finding his mother—a beautiful and composed woman dressed in an elegant white business suit—calmly having her breakfast. As her eyes met his, Michael thought he caught a fleeting moment of tears glistening before her voice broke the silence.

"I was hoping to have breakfast with you," she said, her tone strong but tinged with warmth.

Michael smiled gently and replied, "We still can."

"Come on," she said, gesturing for Michael to sit. He took a seat across from her as she prepared a plate, placing a pancake and a cup of coffee in front of him. Passing the food over, she smiled faintly.

"You cooked this?" Michael asked, his tone curious yet soft. She seemed slightly stunned by the question.

"You can tell?" she asked, trying to mask her surprise.

"Yes," Michael replied with a small nod as he picked up his knife and fork, eating calmly. After a few bites, he glanced at her. "I thought you had stopped cooking?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly, betraying a hint of emotion.

"You finally returned home after years," she said quietly, her tone calm, though her eyes glistened. Mia, who had just entered the room, noticed tears slipping down Rose's cheeks. Rose hurriedly wiped them away, pretending nothing had happened.

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