Beast Gacha System: All Mine-Chapter 101: Reset

It was gone.

The body—

Was it the wrong place?

No. He wouldn’t—he couldn’t forget where he’d left her. The specific gnarled root, the pallor of her skin in the moonlight. That scene was etched behind his eyes. The heat beating on his claws.

Or would he? But what had distorted his memory, then?

The ecstasy of it...? The feeling of being... free?

Was it an animal? A scavenger, dragging what remained of her to a deeper thicket for a feast? Or... worse. Had someone found her?

It hadn’t even been that long. The chaos that followed her disappearance, Ruby’s coronation, the political tremors, his own father’s disappearance, had elongated time, but the ground shouldn’t have swallowed her whole.

He couldn’t just go asking the nearest woodsman or farmer. ’Pardon, have you stumbled upon a freshly murdered woman’s corpse?’

It would be a confession.

He needed to be smart. Start with the authorities in Iondora’s capital. File a missing person report for his estranged, disgraced wife. Spread the search net wide and legitimate. Of course he knew the epicenter, the ground zero of his crime, but jumping straight to it would be stupid.

Fine.

He’d make another circle. A wider one. He’d trace the wind, filter through a thousand forest smells... damp earth, pine, decay... for that one, unique scent. Hers. Or the iron-tang of her blood.

Yes. Like the one he smelled at the north just recently—

But after hours of silent hunting, his senses stretched to their breaking point... nothing. Not a whiff. Not a single, lingering molecule.

Not even the faintest trace of blood.

A cold, greasy paranoia began to seep into his bones, colder than the forest air.

Could it be... Eastiel?

The Werelion King had confronted him at Ruby’s coronation. He’d left in a fury. He was the only one with the motive and the resources to have gone looking for her immediately.

Right. Ever since that day, Eastiel Edengold had been publicly... silent. No more tirades. No more courtly snipes. What was he planning?

He had been so busy with everything else that the Lion King slipped off his mind completely.

Why couldn’t he find the goddamn body?!

***

"Ten rolls."

DING!

Cecilia took a slow, steadying breath. She’d been throwing rolls at Eastiel’s banner for fifty pulls now. The initial, shocking double-win felt like a lifetime ago. She’d almost certainly lost the 50/50 after that lucky start. But hope, against all logic, was a stubborn weed.

"Alright. Ten more."

DING!

Nothing but shimmering three-star trash and a single, mocking four-star mana potion.

"Come on!" she hissed at the empty air. "It’s hard pity already! Where is he?!"

A long, suffering sigh escaped her. She tapped the glowing ’x10’ button on the transparent screen.

DI-DI-DING!

There you go.

[Heavenly Elixir!]

Her breath hitched.

Oh?

Oooohhh???

Her mind stuttered. Was this...? Had it finally...? The mythic, five-star panacea that could regenerate a lost heart? The entire, agonizing point of this gacha nightmare?

A hysterical laugh bubbled in her throat. Ahhh, how many Chapters did it take to get here? A hundred. That’s insane.

It was unbelievable. She’d needed to secure three separate, legendary five-star love interests, milk them for their emotional points, and funnel it all into this cosmic slot machine just to get the cure for her own murder.

Unbelievable was one word for it. The more accurate word was greedy. Obscenely greedy.

How greedy is this System, that it demands three god-tier men to fall in love with me before it spits out the item that lets me live a normal life?

She shook her head, dispelling the rant. Back to business. The elixir was in her inventory. A goal, achieved. Now, the other goal.

"Ten rolls."

DING!

"Ten rolls."

DING!

"Huu... calm down, Cecilia. Just ten more."

DING!

"Come on! I just lost the 50/50! Ten rolls!"

DING!

"Fuck! I’m hitting hard pity again, aren’t I? Ten rolls!"

DING!

"Oh, you fucking greedy piece of—TEN ROLLS!"

DI-DI-DING!

The triumphant fanfare. The screen erupted in golden light.

[Five Stars Eastiel Edengold!]

Finally. She slumped back, the tension draining from her shoulders. "How many pulls do I have left?" she asked the air.

A ledger materialized before her eyes.

[LOVE POINTS LEDGER]

[Oathran Alicei: Total Accumulated: 5,302]

[Spent: 5,302]

[Usable: 0]

[Arkai Dawnoro: Total Accumulated: 2,142]

[Spent: 1,048]

[Usable: 1,094]

[Eastiel Edengold: Total Accumulated: 811]

[Spent: 0]

[Usable: 811]

[TOTAL CONVERTIBLE ROLLS REMAINING: 381]

Cecilia’s eyes scanned the numbers. Three hundred eighty-one rolls. That should be enough for four more bond copies... right?

The heart was secured. The lion was in her roster. Now, to power him up. But the math of gacha probability whispered otherwise. If she lost every 50/50 and hit hard pity each time... she’d need a soul-crushing 560 pulls.

No. She’d never been that unlucky before. Four bonds had always cost her under 400. It had to be enough.

"Ten rolls."

Sixty rolls vanished into the void. The only five-star to appear was a consolation prize.

[Five stars Artifact: Lover’s Matchbox!]

"Alright, let’s continue."

DI-DI-DING!

[Five stars Eastiel Edengold!]

Finally. But it had taken another 70 rolls. Her luck was already souring.

"Continue!"

DI-DI-DING!

"FAHHHHH!"

[Five stars Weapon: Truth Whip!]

Another 70 rolls. A loss. And the weapon... a sleek thing with a description that made her cheeks heat for all the wrong reasons. What is this naughty ass whip?! Come onnnnn!

DI-DI-DING!

[Five-Star Character: Eastiel Edengold!]

Minus another 70 rolls. Her stomach dropped. What cosmic dice had she offended today?

"111 rolls left... and I still need two more bonds..." This wasn’t going to plan.

"Alright, let’s not panic. Banner’s still up. I can do this."

"Ten rolls!"

DING! Nothing.

"Why?! Ten more!"

DING! Dust.

"OH, BASTARD!"

DING! More dust.

"...I’ve lost hope."

DING! The sound of despair.

DI-DI-DING!

Cecilia’s eyes shot wide. "Oh?!"

[Five-Star Artifact: Heartless Blindfold!]

"OH MY GOD ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!"

61 rolls left. The next five-star was guaranteed to be Eastiel. But she still needed one more copy after that. With this abysmal luck, the odds felt like a cliff’s edge.

"Let’s just try. Let’s just pull."

Another agonizing session bled her dry. 60 rolls spent. The result? "HOW THE FUCK DO I GET NOTHING? IT’S JUST 4 MORE PITY!"

1 roll left.

A single, pathetic pull.

"Forget it. I’m not getting another bond after this." She slumped in defeat. She could maybe, maybe scrape the sixth bond, but the crucial seventh was now a distant fantasy.

"The banner ends tomorrow at noon..." The worst-case scenario was she needed roughly 150 more rolls. That meant 750 Love Points. Tonight.

A spark lit in her mind. "Wait. My Achievement Points! Every achievement gave ten rolls! I’ve gotten... 13 of them. That’s 130 rolls—"

[Okay, Cecilia! Converting Achievement Points!]

"Ten rolls."

DI-DI-DING!

[Five stars Eastiel Edengold!]

121 rolls left. And the guarantee was gone again, reset to a coin flip.

This was it. To bridge this gap, to secure her lion king’s full power before time ran out...

This smells like... I need to go fuck my husbands tonight to farm 20 more rolls.