Omniscient Gacha you are too expensive!!

The morning sun crept over the horizon, its golden light spilling into the fields and casting a warm glow over the village. The sounds of birds chirping and the distant lowing of cattle created a serene melody, a daily reminder of the peaceful life Rayne had been blessed with.

He stretched in his small bed, the rough but cozy blanket falling away as he sat up. The wooden floor creaked under his bare feet as he stood, glancing over to where his sister Sienna was still sound asleep, her tiny body curled up under a patchwork quilt.

Rayne smiled to himself. She had kicked off her covers again, a habit that always left her shivering by morning. Quietly, he pulled the quilt back over her before heading to the washbasin by the window.

The cool water shocked him awake as he splashed his face, his reflection staring back at him from the rippled surface. His blonde hair was a tangled mess, and his purple eyes still carried traces of sleep, but he felt a sense of contentment he hadn't known was possible.

"Rayne! Breakfast is ready!" his mother's voice called from the kitchen, cheerful and full of energy as always.

"Coming!" he replied, quickly drying his face and pulling on his simple tunic and pants.

The scent of freshly baked bread and sizzling bacon greeted him as he stepped into the kitchen. His father was already seated at the table, tearing into a piece of bread with gusto, while his mother hummed a tune as she flipped eggs in a skillet.

"Morning, champ," his father greeted with a grin, gesturing for him to sit.

"Good morning," Rayne said, sliding into his usual spot.

Sienna stumbled in a moment later, still half-asleep but drawn by the smell of food. She climbed into the chair beside him, rubbing her eyes before grabbing a piece of bread and nibbling on it.

"Eat up, kids," their mother said, setting a plate of eggs in the center of the table. "We've got a lot to do today."

Rayne nodded, digging in. The meals were simple but hearty, made with love and care. He had never eaten this well in his previous life, where instant noodles and frozen dinners were the norm. Here, every bite felt like a gift, a reminder of the life he had been given.

After breakfast, the family split up to tackle their daily tasks. Rayne followed his father out to the fields, where the wheat stood tall and ready for harvesting. The sun was already climbing higher, its warmth beating down on them as they worked.

"Here, take this," his father said, handing him a smaller sickle. "Start with that row over there. We'll get this done faster if we split up."

Rayne nodded, gripping the tool tightly. The work was hard, sweat quickly soaking through his shirt as he cut the stalks and bundled them together. His muscles ached, but he didn't mind. The satisfaction of contributing to his family's livelihood far outweighed the discomfort.

He glanced over at his father, who worked with a steady rhythm, his movements practiced and efficient. Despite the labor, his father seemed to radiate joy, occasionally whistling or humming a tune as he worked.

"Dad," Rayne called, pausing to catch his breath. "How do you stay so… happy all the time?"

His father straightened, wiping his brow with a cloth. He gave Rayne a thoughtful look before smiling.

"Well, son, I've got everything I need right here," he said, gesturing to the fields and then back toward the house. "A roof over my head, food on the table, and a family that loves me. What more could I ask for?"

Rayne felt a pang in his chest. The simplicity of his father's answer was something he couldn't have understood in his previous life, where contentment had always seemed like an unreachable dream.

"You'll understand one day," his father added, clapping him on the shoulder. "Happiness isn't about what you have. It's about who you share it with."

Rayne nodded slowly, the words sinking in. He wasn't sure if he could ever truly let go of his past, but he was beginning to understand what it meant to be happy here.

The day passed quickly as they worked side by side, stopping only for water breaks and a quick lunch. By evening, the fields were nearly done, the bundles of wheat stacked neatly in the shed.

As they headed back to the house, Rayne felt a deep sense of satisfaction. His body was sore, and his hands were blistered, but there was a lightness in his heart that made it all worthwhile.

Dinner that night was lively, filled with laughter and stories about the day's work. Rayne's mother teased his father for singing off-key in the fields, and Sienna proudly announced that she had helped gather eggs from the chicken coop.

Rayne stayed quiet for the most part, content to listen and soak in the warmth of their company. As the night wore on and the fire crackled in the hearth, he felt a profound sense of gratitude.

This was his life now. A life of hard work, love, and happiness.

And he was determined to protect it.

The sun was already high in the sky when Rayne finished helping his father in the fields. Dust clung to his shirt, and his arms ached from hauling bundles of wheat to the shed, but he didn't mind. Hard work like this felt rewarding—something his previous life had never taught him.

"Rayne! Over here!"

He turned just in time to see Sienna racing toward him, her pigtails bouncing with every step. In her hands, she held what looked like a freshly baked loaf of bread wrapped in cloth.

"Mom said you should take a break," she said, thrusting the bundle at him with a grin. "And I wanted to bring it to you first!"

Rayne smiled, taking the bundle from her. "Thanks, Sienna. Did you help bake this?"

"Of course! I'm amazing at it now!" she declared, puffing out her chest proudly. "Mom said I'm the best bread-baker in the whole village!"

Rayne raised an eyebrow, unwrapping the loaf to inspect it. "You mean after Mom, right?"

Sienna pouted, crossing her arms. "Nope! She said I'm better. And besides, you're too tired to complain, so just eat it already!"

Laughing, Rayne broke off a piece and popped it into his mouth. The bread was warm and soft, with a faint sweetness that made him hum in appreciation.

"Not bad," he admitted. "Maybe you'll be running the kitchen someday."

"I will!" Sienna said, beaming. "But you have to promise to eat everything I make, even if it's weird!"

"Define 'weird,'" Rayne teased.

"Like… pickled cabbage cookies!" she said with a mischievous grin.

Rayne nearly choked on his bread. "Pickled what?! Sienna, that's—"

But before he could finish, she was already dashing away, giggling wildly. "You promised, Rayne! You have to eat it!"

Rayne groaned, shaking his head as he watched her disappear around the corner of the barn. "What did I get myself into…"

He finished the rest of the bread before heading back toward the house. As he approached, he spotted Sienna again—this time crouched near the chicken coop. The look on her face made him pause.

"What are you doing?" he asked suspiciously.

Sienna glanced over her shoulder, her grin widening. "Shh! You'll scare them away!"

"Scare what away?"

"The chickens!" she whispered dramatically.

Rayne frowned, stepping closer. "You mean the same chickens you've been feeding every morning? Why would they be scared of you?"

"Because this is a mission, Rayne!" she said, puffing out her chest again. "I'm gonna catch one and make it my pet!"

"You're what—?"

Before he could protest, Sienna lunged into the coop with all the grace of a charging bull. The chickens scattered instantly, squawking and flapping their wings in panic as she stumbled after them, arms outstretched.

"Come back!" she shouted. "I just want to hug you!"

Rayne doubled over with laughter, clutching his stomach as Sienna tripped over a stray bucket and fell face-first into a pile of straw. She sat up, spitting out bits of hay and glaring at him.

"Don't laugh! I almost had it!"

"Sure you did," Rayne said between gasps. "That one really looked like it wanted to be your pet!"

Sienna huffed, crossing her arms. "Fine, then. You catch one if you're so smart!"

Rayne straightened, wiping tears from his eyes. "All right. Watch and learn."

He stepped into the coop, his eyes scanning the area like a hunter sizing up his prey. The chickens had calmed down slightly, but they still kept their distance, clucking nervously as he approached.

"See?" Sienna whispered from the sidelines. "They're impossible!"

Ignoring her, Rayne crouched low, moving slowly and deliberately. One of the smaller chickens—its feathers a vibrant orange—peered at him curiously, tilting its head.

"There we go," Rayne murmured, inching closer. "Just stay still…"

With a sudden burst of movement, he lunged forward, scooping the chicken into his arms. It squawked in alarm, flapping its wings furiously, but he held on tight.

"Got it!" he said triumphantly, turning to face Sienna.

Her eyes widened in awe. "Whoa! You actually did it!"

"Told you," Rayne said, grinning. "Now, what are you going to do with it?"

Sienna hesitated, her earlier bravado fading. "Well… maybe I'll just let it go. It doesn't look very happy."

The chicken squawked again, flapping harder as if to emphasize her point.

Rayne chuckled, gently setting the bird back down. It bolted for the safety of the coop, disappearing into the shadows.

"Mission failed," he said, ruffling Sienna's hair.

"Not really," she replied, smiling up at him. "You were amazing, Rayne! Maybe you should be the one to get a pet chicken."

"Hard pass," he said, laughing.

As they walked back toward the house together, Sienna grabbed his hand, swinging it back and forth.

"Hey, Rayne?" she said softly.

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad you're my big brother."

Her words caught him off guard, and for a moment, he didn't know how to respond. Finally, he smiled, squeezing her hand gently.

"I'm glad you're my little sister," he said.

The warmth in his chest was almost overwhelming as they reached the front porch, their laughter echoing into the fading light.

The village square was already bustling by the time Rayne and Sienna arrived, their small wicker baskets swinging in their hands. The market was a lively affair, filled with the sounds of merchants hawking their wares, the chatter of villagers catching up on gossip, and the occasional laughter of children darting between the stalls.

Rayne glanced around, scanning the crowd. "Okay, Sienna. Stick close, and don't wander off. Mom said we just need a few things today."

Sienna rolled her eyes but stayed by his side. "I'm not a baby, Rayne. I know how to shop!"

"Oh, really?" he teased. "Last time you bought three bags of candy and said they were 'essential supplies.'"

"They were!" Sienna protested, puffing out her cheeks.

Rayne chuckled, ruffling her hair. "Come on, let's get this done before you bankrupt us."

Their first stop was the baker's stall, where the scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the air. The old baker, a portly man with a thick mustache, greeted them with a warm smile.

"Ah, the young Ambris siblings! What can I get for you today?"

Rayne pulled a small list from his pocket. "Just a loaf of rye bread and some honey buns, please."

The baker nodded, quickly wrapping up their order. Sienna stared longingly at a tray of cookies nearby, her eyes sparkling.

"Rayne…" she began, her voice sweet and innocent. "Can we—"

"Nope," he said before she could finish. "We're sticking to the list."

"But Rayne!" she whined, tugging at his sleeve. "They look so good!"

Rayne sighed, handing over the coins for their order. "If you help me carry everything home without complaining, I'll think about it."

Sienna's face lit up. "Deal!"

Their next stop was the vegetable stall, run by a sharp-tongued woman who never hesitated to point out the flaws in her customers' choices.

"That one's too soft," she said as Rayne reached for a tomato. "And that one's too green. You're hopeless, boy."

Rayne grimaced, choosing a different tomato under her watchful eye. "How about this one?"

The woman squinted at it before nodding grudgingly. "Better. At least you're learning."

Sienna stifled a giggle as they paid for the vegetables and moved on.

As they made their way through the market, Rayne couldn't help but notice how the villagers treated him. There was a warmth in their smiles, a familiarity in their greetings that made him feel… accepted.

"Rayne!"

A voice called out from across the square, and Rayne turned to see a boy about his age jogging toward him. He had messy brown hair and a mischievous grin, his clothes smudged with dirt.

"Hey, Marcus," Rayne said as the boy skidded to a stop.

"Thought you'd be here!" Marcus said, catching his breath. "We're playing tag near the well. You in?"

Rayne hesitated, glancing at the basket in his hand. "I've got to finish shopping first. Maybe later."

"Aw, come on," Marcus said, nudging him. "It won't take long! Besides, you're not gonna let Lucas win again, are you?"

At the mention of Lucas, Rayne's competitive streak flared. Lucas was another boy from the village, known for being a fast runner and an even faster braggart.

"Five minutes," Rayne said, setting the basket down. "Sienna, stay here and watch this."

"Don't worry," Sienna said, grinning. "I'll keep it safe. Go show them who's boss!"

Rayne smirked and followed Marcus to the well, where a group of kids was already gathered. They broke into cheers when they saw him, eager to start the game.

The rules were simple: one person was "it," and they had to tag someone else to pass the role. The game began with a burst of energy, kids scattering in all directions as the first "it" gave chase.

Rayne dodged and weaved through the crowd, his smaller frame giving him an advantage as he slipped past Lucas, who cursed under his breath.

"You're not getting away that easy!" Lucas shouted, sprinting after him.

Rayne laughed, his heart pounding as he darted behind the well and doubled back. He wasn't the fastest, but he had always been good at strategy.

When Lucas lunged at him, Rayne ducked and grabbed the edge of a nearby cart, using the momentum to swing himself out of reach. Lucas stumbled, crashing into a pile of hay as the other kids erupted into laughter.

"That's one way to take him down!" Marcus said, clapping Rayne on the back.

By the time the game ended, Rayne was out of breath but grinning from ear to ear. He returned to the market with Marcus, feeling lighter than he had in days.

"Looks like you had fun," Sienna said, handing him the basket.

"Yeah," Rayne admitted, ruffling her hair. "Thanks for holding this."

"See? I told you I could help!" she said proudly.

As they finished their shopping and headed home, Rayne couldn't stop smiling. The laughter of his friends, the warmth of the villagers' greetings, and the joy of sharing these moments with his sister all reminded him of how far he had come.

For the first time in his life, he felt like he belonged.

The sun was setting by the time Rayne and Sienna returned home, their baskets filled with fresh produce and bread. The golden light bathed the house in warmth, the shadows of the trees stretching lazily across the yard.

As they stepped inside, their mother greeted them with a smile, wiping her hands on her apron. The scent of stew filled the air, mingling with the faint crackle of the fire.

"Welcome back, you two," she said. "Did you get everything on the list?"

"Yup!" Sienna declared, setting her basket on the counter. "And I was super helpful, right, Rayne?"

Rayne rolled his eyes but nodded. "She didn't lose anything this time, so I'll give her that."

"Hey!" Sienna pouted, punching him lightly in the arm.

Their mother laughed, taking the baskets and inspecting their contents. "Good job, both of you. Dinner will be ready soon, so go wash up."

The siblings headed to the washbasin, where Sienna splashed water at Rayne as soon as his back was turned.

"Really?" he said, flicking water back at her.

"Gotcha!" she giggled, darting out of reach before he could retaliate.

By the time they sat down for dinner, the sky had darkened, and the first stars were beginning to appear. The family ate together at the small wooden table, their conversation lively and filled with laughter.

Afterward, Rayne helped his father clean up while Sienna sprawled on the rug, humming to herself as she drew pictures in the firelight.

"Thanks for your help today, Rayne," his father said, stacking the last plate on the drying rack. "You're getting stronger. I can see it."

Rayne glanced at him, surprised by the compliment. "Really?"

His father nodded, resting a hand on his shoulder. "You've been working hard, son. I'm proud of you."

The words warmed Rayne's chest, and he felt a flicker of something he hadn't allowed himself to feel in a long time: pride.

"I'll keep working hard," he said quietly.

His father smiled. "Good. Now get some rest. Tomorrow's another big day."

Rayne headed to his room, where Sienna was already fast asleep, her sketchbook still clutched in her hands. He carefully pulled the covers over her before sitting on his bed, staring out the small window at the starry sky.

For a long moment, he simply sat there, his thoughts swirling. The joy he felt from being part of this family, from helping his parents and playing with his sister, was unlike anything he had ever known. It was simple, pure, and precious.

But with that joy came a realization—a spark of resolve that began to take root in his heart.

This life wasn't something he could take for granted. It was a gift, and it was his responsibility to protect it.

He thought back to the whispers of the mysterious connection he had felt since waking in this world. The faint pull of the Gacha System, dormant but ever-present. He had pushed it to the back of his mind, unwilling to let it disrupt the peace of his new life.

But he couldn't ignore it forever.

He didn't know what the System would demand of him or what it would give in return, but he knew one thing for certain: if it could make him stronger—strong enough to safeguard his family and their happiness—then it was worth the price.

Rayne clenched his fists, his purple eyes glowing faintly in the darkness.

"I'll do whatever it takes," he whispered.

As the stars twinkled above, he made a silent promise to himself. This life, this family, this happiness—he wouldn't let anything take it away.

The night was calm, the kind of serene stillness that blanketed the village after a long day's work. Rayne lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind replaying the events of the day.

His father's words echoed in his ears: "You're getting stronger. I'm proud of you."

He closed his eyes, letting the warmth of those words settle over him. In his previous life, he had never heard anything like it. Praise, encouragement, pride—they had always felt like foreign concepts, reserved for others. But here, in this small village, they were becoming a part of his reality.

And yet, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that it wasn't enough.

He wanted to do more, to be more. The life he had now—filled with laughter, warmth, and love—was fragile. A part of him knew that peace like this couldn't last forever. If he truly wanted to protect it, he needed to become someone capable of standing against whatever threats might arise.

As his thoughts churned, he felt it again—a faint tug at the edge of his consciousness. It was subtle, like the soft hum of a distant melody, but it was there, growing stronger.

Rayne sat up, his heart pounding. The sensation was familiar, yet alien, like an old memory resurfacing after years of dormancy. He glanced around the room, his purple eyes glowing faintly in the dim light.

And then, it appeared.

A faint shimmer in the air, just beyond the foot of his bed. Slowly, the shimmer coalesced into a translucent screen, its surface glowing with an otherworldly light.

Rayne's breath caught in his throat as he stared at the words displayed on the screen:

[Gacha System Initialized]

Welcome, User. Your journey begins anew.

He reached out hesitantly, his fingers brushing against the screen. It rippled like water, reacting to his touch.

[Current Balance: 0 Gacha Points]

[Cost for a Single Draw: 100 Gacha Points]

[Cost for a 10x Draw: 1,000 Gacha Points]

Rayne frowned, his mind racing. The numbers weren't surprising—he had played enough gacha games in his previous life to recognize the pattern. But the reality of seeing it here, in this new world, sent a chill down his spine.

"What do I even get from this?" he muttered under his breath.

As if in response, the screen shifted, displaying a list of potential rewards:

[Weapons, Artifacts, Skills, Potions, Bloodlines, and more.]

His eyes widened. Bloodlines? That was new.

The screen shifted again, this time displaying a simple message:

"Gacha Points are earned through hard work, perseverance, and challenges. Use them wisely."

Rayne sat back, exhaling slowly. Hard work, perseverance—he could do that. He had been doing that every day since waking in this world.

But the challenges… that was another story.

"What happens when I actually use this?" he whispered, staring at the screen.

The words flickered, as though the System was hesitating to answer. Then, the screen disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, leaving Rayne alone in the dark.

He lay back on his bed, his mind whirling.

The System was real. The potential for strength, for growth, was right there at his fingertips. But it wasn't something he could use recklessly. It was a tool, a resource, and he needed to be careful.

He clenched his fists, determination hardening his resolve. He would work hard, earn those Gacha Points, and use them when the time was right. This wasn't just about himself—it was about his family, his friends, and the life he wanted to protect.

For now, he would keep the System a secret. There was no need to alarm anyone, and he didn't fully understand it yet.

But deep down, he felt the first spark of hope for the future.

His journey was only beginning, and he was determined to face whatever lay ahead.

As the first light of dawn crept through the window, Rayne closed his eyes, a faint smile on his lips.