The sudden realization of Boruto's narrative failures left a bitter taste in his mouth. While a few isolated fight sequences offered brief flashes of visual brilliance, the core of the story felt like a betrayal. Watching legends like Naruto and Sasuke—warriors who had spent hundreds of episodes achieving god-like power—stripped of their competence and effectively reduced to secondary bystanders was a painful experience.He let out a heavy sigh, his mind drifting to the broader, modern epidemic of unnecessary anime and television sequels. It seemed to be a recurring cycle: corporate greed resurrecting completed, beloved stories only to tarnish their original legacy for old fans. He took a small comfort in a cynical thought—at least the characters themselves couldn't feel the sting of their own degradation.
Seeking an escape from the frustration, he stood up from his seat, stretching his arms high overhead until his spine popped with a satisfying release. He reached for a familiar comfort, pulling a worn copy of a Harry Potter book from the shelf. He flipped it open, but the words failed to grip his attention. He snapped the cover shut again, his imagination wandering down a different path.
He began to ponder the classic self-insert fantasy: What if I was granted a cosmic Gacha system?The idle thought was instantly cut short.
A sudden, violent tremor rippled through the floorboards beneath him. Before he could even brace himself, the reality of his room dissolved into a blinding, infinite expanse of absolute white. He blinked against the glare, the total vacuum of space spinning around him.Just as quickly as the color had vanished, it bled back into existence, reforming into a highly polished, contemporary office.
The stark white void was replaced by deep tones and professional decor. Positioned directly in front of him was a sleek, minimalist black executive desk.Seated behind it was an strikingly attractive woman who possessed the sharp, calculated aesthetic of a stylized librarian. Long, ink-black hair cascaded down to frame her pale, heart-shaped face. A pair of delicate, half-rimmed reading glasses rested on the bridge of her nose, framing piercing blue eyes that remained locked onto a manila folder. Printed clearly across the tab of the file was his own full name.Her wardrobe was meticulously tailored to accentuate her hourglass silhouette. She wore a sharp, charcoal-black business jacket that strained slightly against her remarkably generous chest. Beneath the desk, a tight, matching pencil skirt hugged her hips, transitioning down to legs clad in sheer black stockings. She had kicked off her high heels, her bare, stocking-clad feet visible as her toes flexed absentmindedly against the floor.The rustle of the paperwork was the only sound in the room as she turned a page, completely aware of his arrival but choosing to let him stew in the silence for a moment longer.
"So, Mr. ——," she began, her voice a smooth, melodic hum that filled the quiet office.The moment his name left her lips, a strange sensation washed over him. He watched her mouth move, forming the exact syllables of his legal name, yet the audio completely cut out in his mind, replaced by a dull, static hum. It was as if reality itself was actively censoring his past identity.She didn't seem to notice his confusion as she turned another page in the file. "You've unfortunately died due to a higher being's child throwing a temper tantrum and hurling Truck-kun straight through your house."The absurdity of the statement hung heavily in the air. She finally paused, closing the manila folder with a soft snap, and looked up at him through her half-rimmed glasses. A small, amused smile played on her lips, watching his expression process the ridiculous nature of his demise.
"But," she continued, leaning back slightly in her leather chair, "you're in luck. The higher being felt rather guilty about the mess. As an apology, they have decided to give you three gifts that have already been chosen for your journey."
He swallowed hard, trying to look past her distracting silhouette and focus entirely on the life-changing news. The shock of his sudden death was quickly being eclipsed by the thrill of the classic transmigration trope unfolding right in front of him.
"Okay," he managed to say, his voice a mix of nervous anticipation and growing excitement. "What are the gifts?"
"First, you get a Gacha system that'll help you traverse the multiple universes," she explained, tapping her manicured nails against the closed folder."Second is a different body. The higher being has decided to give you a dragonoid body, which makes you resistant to magic to a large degree. Every single battle you win, you will grow stronger, and he has explicitly made it so you'll never have your mind messed with. But, it comes with a distinct downside: dragons are natural hoarders, and this specific body hoards women. Finally, your last gift is immortality—one that you can also pass along to any woman you mate with."
Before he could even open his mouth to process the overwhelming boons or the predatory instinct now hardwired into his new biology, the woman offered a dazzling, parting smile. She gave a casual wave of her hand, and the sleek office dissolved into an absolute, suffocating darkness. He plummeted.A sudden, sharp gasp tore from his throat as his eyes snapped open. He wasn't in the void anymore. He was lying in an unfamiliar bed, inside an unfamiliar room, and his skull was burning. A violent torrent of foreign memories tore through his consciousness, forcefully grafting a lifetime of experiences that belonged to someone else entirely into his mind.
He was now Kyros Black.The memories settled like heavy sediment. He was the son of Sirius Black and an American witch named Amelia Gray. His father had been thrown into the infamous wizarding prison, Azkaban, before Kyros had even turned two years old. His mother hadn't stuck around much longer; she had abandoned him to the sole care of a loyal Black family house-elf named Tizzy when he was just seven years old, fleeing back to America without ever writing or looking back. Kyros's raw intuition—heightened by his new dragonoid nature—grew deeply suspicious of that memory. Something felt entirely wrong about Amelia Gray. His gut insisted she wasn't his real mother.Then came the most recent memory. Just yesterday, on his twelfth birthday, a formal Hogwarts acceptance letter had arrived. He hadn't attended the previous year because his original, fragile body had been incredibly sickly, keeping him isolated up until this past year when his health miraculously stabilized.Kyros sat up in bed and threw off the sheets. He stood, testing his new limbs, and stretched out his torso. The underlying power shifting beneath his skin felt dense, dangerous, and utterly predatory.As he rolled his shoulders, a soft chime rang through the quiet room. Flashing into existence directly at eye level was a vibrantly glowing, transparent blue interface.
The glowing text hung mid-air, casting a cool blue light across the unfamiliar bedroom.[ Welcome to the Gacha System. Let me explain some of the features: ]Free Gacha Draw: Every 24 hours you get a free Gacha draw to pull an item from all rarities.Inventory Space: An infinite space to put things you own in.Rarities: Common (50%), Uncommon (20%), Rare (15%), Epic (5%), Legendary (5%), Mythic (4%), Demigod (0.05%), God (0.05%).Summons: Summons gained through Gacha are split into two categories: temporary and permanent.[ Would you like to spin the Gacha? Note: Your first spin is guaranteed to be Legendary or above. ]"Yes, spin the Gacha," Kyros said aloud. He turned away from the screen and walked into the adjacent bathroom, eager to inspect his new body. He stopped dead in front of the mirror.The reflection looking back at him was striking. Jet-black hair framed a sharp, aristocratic face. His eyes were a deep, mesmerizing purple—so dark they were almost black—and they possessed an unnatural, predator-like depth. His frame was built of lean, dense muscle, radiating a raw physical power that felt far beyond that of an average human. It was clear that his dragonoid biology had provided him with a formidable physical foundation.Suddenly, a resonant chime echoed inside his mind.[ Spinning... Ding! ][ Heavenly Dragon Package rewarded! (Demigod Rank) ]Contains:Concept of Multiplication (Mythical): Wield the power of the Red Welsh Dragon, Ddraig. Boost power, speed, defense, or healing by double the current value (1→2→4→8→16, etc.) every ten seconds.Concept of Dividing (Mythical): Wield the power of the Vanishing Dragon, Albion. Divide an opponent's attack, speed, defense, and healing in half every ten seconds.Kyros blinked, almost choking on his toothbrush. He stared at the floating text, his heart hammering against his ribs. Ddraig and Albion? This wasn't just a high-tier fantasy upgrade; this was the eventual power to rival the gods. His baseline dragonoid bloodline already made him incredibly resilient, but combining the absolute concepts of Boost and Divide turned him into an apex predator before he had even cast a single spell.The system screen flashed once more, updating his status.[ Host has evolved from Dragonoid to Heavenly Dragon. ]A rush of pure, golden energy surged through his veins, making his purple eyes glow faintly in the mirror. Kyros took a deep breath, reining in the explosive power simmering beneath his skin. He needed to get a grip on his surroundings first. Dressed in standard robes, he gathered his things and prepared to leave for Diagon Alley to purchase his school supplies. He felt powerful, entirely unaware that this world was vastly more complicated—and dangerous—than the stories he remembered.
Meanwhile, in a realm far beyond mortal comprehension, a vast and swirling void churned with ancient energy.Deep within the darkness, a massive, shifting silhouette stirred. A pair of colossal eyes opened, gleaming with cosmic curiosity."Hmm... What is this power?" a booming, multi-layered voice echoed into the emptiness. "It feels exactly like those two absolute idiots... but they are supposed to be securely sealed away. This new one is roaming entirely free."The entity paused, the void trembling under the weight of its contemplation."Fascinating... Perhaps this anomaly could finally help me deal with Baka Red."