The next morning, I woke early to establish a rigorous new daily routine. After a heavy, protein-packed breakfast prepared by Tizzy, I opened my interface to claim my daily reward. "System, let's see what we get for the first free draw."[Daily Gacha Draw Complete!][Reward Obtained: Artoria Pendragon (Rarity: Mythic / Type: Permanent Summons)]Note: Due to world balance constraints, this summoning does not include the physical manifestations of Excalibur, Caliburn, or Rhongomyniad.A brilliant, blinding circle of magical runes erupted on the bedroom floor. From the fading light stepped the King of Knights. Artoria Pendragon stood before me in her iconic blue and silver battle armor, her ahoge twitching slightly as her sharp green eyes locked onto mine. She dropped to one knee, lowering her head."My King," she spoke, her voice carrying a regal but deeply sincere tone. "I thank you for liberating me from my dark fate."I blinked, gesturing for her to rise. "Liberating you? Can you explain what happened in your world?"Artoria stood, her expression darkening as she recounted a history far removed from any canon universe I knew. In her timeline, immediately after she pulled Caliburn from the stone, the corrupt Church had betrayed her. They enslaved her, intending to forcefully breed her to harvest her innate capacity to wield holy weapons. Meanwhile, a puppet Arthur was put on the throne, wielding false replicas of Caliburn and Excalibur to deceive the public.A system notification pinged quietly in the corner of my vision.[World Integration Note: This backstory has been seamlessly woven into the current AU history. The Church of England strictly guards the secret of Artoria's historical existence, intentionally concealing it from the Higher Heavens.]A chilling realization washed over me. The Church in this world was actively sinister. I shook my head, refocusing on the knight before me. "If we are going to survive what's coming, I need to get stronger. Can you train me?"A rare, confident smile graced Artoria's lips. "Yes. The Gacha has granted me the compiled knowledge and combat proficiencies of my alternate versions, including my Lancer and Alter forms. I can train you in the absolute heights of swordsmanship and spearmanship."I led her down to the manor's reinforced training hall. "Tizzy!" I called out. The house-elf popped into existence. "Bring us two heavy training swords."She vanished, reappearing a moment later with two solid wooden longswords. Artoria caught hers, giving it a swift, expert test swing through the air. "These are roughly three times the weight of a standard blade," she noted, dropping into a flawless, low combat stance. "Excellent. It will build your foundations much faster."I mirrored her stance, and for the next two hours, we drilled the absolute basics. As the hours passed, I began incorporating the Concept of Multiplication. Every hundred strikes, I commanded the system to double the conceptual weight of my wooden blade (1 → 2 → 4 → 8). By the three-hundredth strike, my newly adapted dragon muscles were throbbing and burning under the immense, multiplied pressure.To finish the session, Artoria engaged me in a live spar. I actively utilized my Concept of Division on her, trying to cut her staggering speed and power in half to make her movements easier to track. Even with her metrics halved, she effortlessly handed me my ass, sweeping my legs and disarming me repeatedly. By dusk, we called it a day. I had Tizzy prepare a luxurious guest room for Artoria, and we ate a quiet dinner together. Before collapsing into bed, I spent an hour slowly stretching out my limbs, desperately trying to prevent my dragonoid muscles from seizing up by morning.
Day TwoI woke up sore but determined, immediately initiating my morning routine with the Gacha interface.[Daily Gacha Draw Complete!][Reward Obtained: Zorua (Rarity: Rare / Type: Permanent Summons)]Note: The Pokémon franchise does not exist as fiction in this world. This entity is integrated as a rare, mythical beast.A soft pop echoed, and a small, fox-like creature materialized on my bed covers. My eyes widened. Instead of the standard slate-gray fur, this Zorua boasted a sleek, midnight-black coat with brilliant, electric-blue accents. A freaking shiny.I leaned down and began gently scratching the little fox behind its oversized ears, burying my fingers in its soft fur. Suddenly, a sweet, mischievous little girl's voice echoed directly inside my mind."Yes... right there, please..."I froze, pulling my hand back in surprise. The Zorua immediately let out a disappointed whine, looking up at me with a cheeky, intelligent smirk. "Ahhh, why did you stop? Don't tell me you're surprised? I'm the one who should be shocked, waking up next to a big, bad dragon holding a helpless maiden like myself. Oh please, mighty dragon, don't eat me! I promise to be very obedient."I burst into a hearty laugh, and the little fox joined in, her shoulders shaking with silent amusement. "Well, little girl, since you're a creature of the night, I'm going to call you Ebony."The newly named Ebony launched herself directly onto my face, her telepathic voice giggling wildly. "Yes! I love it!"When we arrived in the dining room for breakfast, Artoria's stoic, knightly facade completely cracked. She instantly scooped Ebony up into her arms, gushing over how adorable she was. I chuckled quietly at the sight—proving that no matter the timeline, the King of Knights couldn't resist cute things or good food.After breakfast, the real grind began. While Artoria drilled me in advanced sword footwork, Ebony practiced her baseline moves: Bite, Quick Attack, Snarl, and Growl. I also spent hours pushing the limits of my Boost and Divide mechanics, trying to make the conceptual shifts instantaneous.Finally, I dedicated the late afternoon to my Sacred Gear, the Divine Forge of Equality. It was brutal work. Knowing the theory of a Sacred Gear and actually forcing it to manifest were two entirely different things. It felt like trying to flex a deep, internal muscle I didn't even know existed.At first, I could only materialize a basic hand-and-a-half longsword infused with a standard, non-aligned elemental fire. But the more I strained that mental muscle, the more the forge opened up. By the time twilight arrived, I had successfully forged a variety of prototype armaments:A massive war bow featuring a bladed frame that fired devastating, sound-infused sonic arrows.A set of six throwing daggers that hummed with a volatile, crackling lightning effect.Heavy samurai-style arm guards (kote) and greaves (suneate) infused with a dense gravity element that exponentially increased the weight of my physical strikes.Driven by a sudden surge of adrenaline, I pushed the forge one step too far. I attempted to create an elegant Odachi infused with a localized manifestation of Holy Fire—a pure, black flame meant to mimic the unquenchable nature of Amaterasu's wrath. The moment the conceptual blade fully materialized, a sharp, white-hot pain stabbed through my brain. My nose began to bleed profusely, and the world spun violently into pitch blackness. According to a deeply worried Artoria, I passed out cold before the sword even hit the floor.
Day Three[Daily Gacha Draw Complete!][Reward Obtained: Urban Purple & Gray Camouflage Tactical Attire (Rarity: Common)]Well, they can't all be legendary drops, I thought, examining the heavy, high-quality combat gear. It was actually quite nice.Today, I took a mandatory break from physical training. I was a man on a highly specific mission. Slipping into London, I made my way to the hidden, decaying facade of #12 Grimmauld Place—the ancestral home of the Black family. The moment I crossed the threshold, I was violently accosted by the screeching portrait of my grandmother, Walburga Black, and the muttered, hateful curses of Kreacher the house-elf.I ignored their noise entirely, moving with singular purpose into the upstairs drawing room. My eyes locked onto the heavy glass cabinet. There it was: Salazar Slytherin's Locket.I grabbed the dark artifact, instantly shoving it into a heavily enchanted, insulated dragon-skin bag to mask its dark magic. Behind me, Kreacher lunged with a rusted kitchen knife, his eyes wild with malice. Moving with my newly trained reflexes, I effortlessly stepped inside his feeble strike. Utilizing my Sacred Gear, I flashed a conceptual dagger into existence—a specialized blade designed to cleanly sever memories from the past 24 hours.With a swift, precise swipe of the ethereal blade, I erased my presence from Kreacher's mind, placed a flawless replica locket back into the cabinet, and vanished from the house before the elf could even blink.Next, I summoned the Knight Bus, traveling out to the desolate, overgrown ruins of the Gaunt Shack. The heavy, lethal dark wards protecting the area hissed as I approached. Drawing a specialized, heavy ward-breaking dagger I had forged the day prior, I drove the blade directly into the nexus of the curse. The dark magic shattered with a loud, glass-like crack. I carefully retrieved Marvolo Gaunt's Ring, sliding it into the dragon-skin bag alongside the Locket and Helga Hufflepuff's Cup, which I had safely retrieved from the Lestrange vault during my bank visit. Three Horcruxes secured.
Days Four through SevenOver the next four days, my morning Gacha pulls yielded a fascinating mix of utility and bizarre artifacts:[Day 4 Draw: 1,000,000 Physical British Pounds Sterling (Rarity: Uncommon)][Day 5 Draw: The Golden Dragon Claw from Skyrim (Rarity: Rare)][Day 6 Draw: A 9x9 Professional Rubik's Cube (Rarity: Common)][Day 7 Draw: 100 Yards of Nerscylla Spider Silk from Monster Hunter (Rarity: Rare)]By the end of the seventh day, my intensive training block had yielded incredible results. While I was still far from mastering the complex heights of Artoria's swordsmanship or spearmanship, my muscle memory was sharp, fluid, and deadly.My progression with the True Dragon concepts was staggering. My capacity to use Boost and Divide consecutively had skyrocketed from a meager 3 times in a row to a seamless, rapid-fire 12 times before fatigue set in.Through sheer repetition, my Divine Forge of Equality had successfully unlocked seven distinct blade archetypes: Claymores, Broadswords, Longswords, Shortswords, Daggers, Bastard swords, and Scimitars. I could also reliably forge three distinct polearm classes—Lances, Spears, and Halberds—along with highly accurate bows and crossbows. I had even successfully modeled a devastating Gunlance inspired by the mechanics of the Monster Hunter universe.Currently, I could only infuse the four baseline elements (Fire, Water, Earth, Air) into my weapons, though I could successfully weave the Gravity element into physical armor. The higher conceptual elements—Light, Darkness, Holy, and Demonic alignment—remained locked behind a wall of required magical energy.My current combat gear was a highly customized masterpiece: a full set of traditional, lightweight samurai armor layered over a flexible ninja-style undersuit, using the urban purple and gray camouflage as the baseline fabric. Looking at my reflection, I felt a surge of pride. I was becoming a weapon.With my physical foundation temporarily stabilized, I sat down at my desk and pulled a stack of pristine magical textbooks toward me. It was time to thoroughly study the curriculum for Hogwarts.