The Lord Of Chaos's Gacha System

The first thing Nuxsus noticed was the bed.

Or rather, the disaster that was the bed.

The sheets were tangled, the pillows displaced, the mattress barely clinging to its frame. Clothes—his, from the looks of it—were strewn across the floor. The apartment itself was no better. A mess of unorganized chaos, dim lighting, and a faint musty scent.

But none of that mattered.

He could move.

Flexing his fingers, he stared at his hands as if confirming their existence. Strong, capable. His touch trailed down his torso, grazing against his abs—his shirtless form reflected in the faint light from a window.

His body felt good. Right.

Without hesitation, he stepped toward what looked like a bathroom. The door creaked as he pushed it open, revealing a cracked mirror above a rusted sink.

And there, in the reflection, he saw himself.

A young, impossibly beautiful man...perhaps around 21. His obsidian-black hair cascaded in an untamed, yet effortlessly perfect mess, framing his sharp, chiseled face. His red eyes...glowing faintly, as if embers danced within them...held a dangerous allure, piercing and unreadable. His height was 6'3...tall, imposing. His body? Sculpted to perfection—not overly bulky, but lean, powerful, and flawlessly proportioned, reminiscent of a model at their peak.

A face that could belong to an angel....yet eyes that spoke of something far more sinister.

Nuxsus smirked at his reflection. "Oh? I suppose she brought me back in my golden age, eh? How old am I now? 25?"

"20."

The voice didn't come from him.

A sudden weight pressed onto his shoulders, and he already knew who it was before turning his gaze slightly.

There she was—Chaos.

But this time, smaller.

She sat lazily on his shoulder, her nude form as shameless as before. Her body remained the same—half black, half white, hair and eyes following the opposite pattern. But now, she was tiny—no bigger than the palm of his hand, fluttering like some mischievous fairy who had no concept of personal space.

Her smirk was positively wicked.

"Of course I did," she cooed. "What use do I have for an old, wretched man?"

Nuxsus let out a short breath through his nose. He wasn't shocked by her sudden appearance—just annoyed. But he didn't bother voicing a complaint.

Instead, he asked, "Well? Where am I? And why do I—?" He paused, his expression shifting. "For some reason, I'm speaking a language I never did in my time. And I know things I shouldn't—like those... 'TVs' and 'phones'." His gaze flickered toward the doorway, as if acknowledging the objects without needing to see them. "That your doing?"

Chaos grinned.

"Of course! While I didn't give you omniscience or anything, I did grant you the basic knowledge of a modern 21st-century teenager!"

"Modern, huh?" Nuxsus crossed his arms, his expression thoughtful. "So this era is different from mine... by quite a bit."

"Oh, more than just a bit," Chaos mused, kicking her feet playfully. "In fact, it's been over three thousand years since your time. Society, culture, the very way people think—all of it has changed."

Nuxsus' smirk returned, but his eyes gleamed with something else—interest.

"That's not all, is it?" he muttered, his gaze narrowing slightly. "This world… it's different from mine."

Chaos's smirk widened.

"As expected of you."

She stood—well, hovered—from his shoulder, twirling midair before landing on the sink's edge in front of him.

"Yes, this world is vastly different from yours. It is called the DC Multiverse."

His eyes flickered with intrigue.

"The what?"

"Heroes, aliens, demons, gods—beings with power so unimaginable that, in your current state, you are nothing compared to them." She leaned forward, her voice turning sultry. "That is… without me."

Nuxsus chuckled. "So, you do need me as much as I need you."

Chaos's wings fluttered, her tiny stature making her look deceptively innocent. "Of course! To be honest, this world is too balanced. Heroes, villains, righteousness—it's all so boring."

She sighed dramatically, twirling in place. "You see, I can't fully materialize in this world as I am now… but with your help, that can change."

Nuxsus raised a brow.

"My help?"

Chaos giggled. "I gave you a fun little gift to help you spread as much chaos as possible. The more chaos you spread, the stronger I become. Eventually, I'll grow—regaining my true form, standing beside you as your equal."

She licked her lips, her voice turning dangerously smooth. "You want that, don't you?"

Nuxsus stared at her small figure, utterly unimpressed.

"No."

Chaos blinked. "Huh?"

He leaned forward, resting his elbow on the sink, smirking.

"What I want is power. If helping you gives me that, fine. But if you think I care about your size or form, you're delusional."

Chaos pouted before breaking into a grin. "And that is why I adore you."

Nuxsus cracked his neck before standing straight. "Alright. Enough theatrics—what did you give me?"

Chaos's eyes shone with excitement.

"Oh, my little flame, you're going to love this..."

A blue screen flickered into existence before Nuxsus, floating in the air like some ethereal projection. The glowing text sent a faint, eerie light across the dim room

{Chaos Lord Gacha System}

For a brief moment, he was taken aback.

Then he smirked.

"Oh? Now this is interesting."

Without hesitation, he pressed the screen, watching as it shifted into a new interface.

{Status:

Lord of Chaos: Nuxsus

Race: Human

Bloodline: None

Eye Power: None

Chaos Meter: 0% (Level 1)

Special Powers: None

Gacha Tickets: 2 Bronze Tickets / 1 Silver Ticket}

His eyes scanned over the details, and thanks to Chaos's little information boost, he immediately understood the layout.

"Stats similar to a video game, huh? Makes sense."

Even the word Gacha was familiar to him—randomized power acquisition.

A grin stretched across his face.

"Show me this Gacha."

The screen changed again.

{Gacha:

Host gains tickets through leveling.

Each time Chaos Meter reaches 100%, the host levels up.

Each two levels grants 1 Bronze Ticket.

Every five levels grants 1 Silver Ticket.

Every ten levels grants 1 Gold Ticket.

Platinum Tickets can only be obtained through special System Missions.

System Missions are rare and aim to create the most chaos possible.}

A final message appeared.

{Would the Host Like to Roll?}

[Note 1: Some powers will be fully materialized upon acquisition, allowing the user to understand them immediately. Others may require experimentation.

Note 2: Certain Bronze, Silver, or Gold abilities have the potential to evolve.]

Understanding how it worked, Nuxsus couldn't help but chuckle.

"This is good. This is really good."

He cracked his knuckles before saying, "Sure thing. Let's start, then. Roll the Bronze."

{Initializing Gacha... Consuming 1 Bronze Ticket...

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Congratulations, Host has gained: Basic Telekinesis (Eleven from Stranger Things, early Jean Grey)}

{Basic Telekinesis (Growth Type)

User has acquired basic telekinesis!

User can move small objects with their mind, but it requires focus and effort.

Initially, it may cause strain, but with training, the skill can be refined into a formidable power.}

A faint bronze light engulfed Nuxsus, seeping into his skin. He felt it—something unlocking deep within his mind. The sensation wasn't painful, just... different. A new awareness.

"Huh? Look at this… it really does work," he muttered, stretching out his hand toward the sink.

A nearby toothpaste tube trembled, then floated toward him in a slow, unsteady motion. He caught it, rolling it between his fingers.

Chaos, still sitting on the sink, kicked her legs playfully. "Of course it works! It's my power, after all."

Nuxsus smirked. "Alright, let's see what I get with the Silver tickets."