Gacha Phase Novels & Stories

“Are the participants street beggars?” "Yes," Echo replied. "And these beggars are going to play an online game, which is Mobile Legends, in order to survive and win the huge amount of money that awaits them in the end. There are many beggars involved, so in stage 1-4 the fight is by group. A team fight. The system has become a team, and the losing team will not go home in tears... because the losers will not be able to go home because they will be killed. Until it reaches the point where only six players will step on stage 5, that's individual."

I said. “Alright!” Mark nodded. “Our activity is divided into three phases. In the first phase, it’s an introduction of our company. We have people to interact with the players. There will be some props in the game as gifts. Miss Paul can rest during this phase. Of course, you can’t just rest. There are a few lines here. I hope Miss Paul can memorize them. Miss Paul should be very familiar with them. Every time you log on, your character will read these lines. As an actress, Miss Paul should be able to memorize these lines very quickly.”

The name froze his heartbeat. He pocketed the device and looked back up toward the ballroom windows, where Evelyn stood between chandeliers and reflection, unaware of the web tightening around her. Charlotte, somewhere behind a dozen screens, whispered to herself, “Phase Two is an introduction. Phase Three…personal.” And the music swelled one last time as the gala closed on applause no one truly earned.

"But what if the girl learns to handle the vault before Derrick can reach her?" "She won't," Magnus’s old, wrinkled face appeared in the memory fog, his eyes gleaming with a mad, calculated intensity that made my inner wolves growl in warning. "Derrick has the earth frequency, he will take the sky from her chest, and once he has both, he will become the ultimate conduit for the transition." "What is Phase 3?" Joanna asked him in the memory, her voice filled with a hungry, desperate ambition.

ALEXANDRIA Wyatt Frost was getting on my nerves. Headmaster Sora was sharing some last reminders, but Wyatt’s smirk was still embedded in my mind. Good luck, little chick? Why would he even say that? I shook my head and focused on the front, not wanting to miss out on any important reminders. “The Festival will be divided into five phases—Beauty, Brain, Brawn, Balance, and Boldness. Each will be represented by a game, and corresponding points will be awarded based on your rankings.”

T BE SATISFIED! “150 games and all of them you exhausted your mana with that absurd one shot blaster. I should be the one asking you how you lost, you goddamn whale monster.” [Author’s Note: ‘Whale’ or ‘Whaling’ or ‘P2P’ which is ‘Pay to Pay’ is a term used for gacha gamers who spend real money on games for anything and everything. Basically they’re in possession of the strongest weapons and characters which ‘F2P’ players have a hard time getting or they never get it at all]

A tremor runs from my hand up my arm and directly to my dick. Wow. “This one,” she says, looking up at me through inky lashes. I shift in my seat, trying to bring my body under control, and turn up my palm. It’s the gray pawn. “Black.” I turn the board so that the gray chess pieces are in front of her. “Okay. I’ll start.” Four moves in and I’m dragging my hands through my hair. “As usual, you’ve been holding out on me, haven’t you?” My tone is wry.

my hand went through my hair and looked at my surrounding. A drop of tear fall from my eyes. another message popped on the screen. it read. ____ *Oh don't cry, Risa. you don't feel sad. our fate is not our hand. But your friend's fate is on my palm. don't immediately message me. if you go against the rule you are out of the game and you won't meet your poor friend. so sad of you. You have to be brisk. you have to find your friend. Now the third phase is over.

EVALUATION PHASE II INITIATED. SPECIES TRAJECTORY DIVERGENCE DETECTED. PRIMARY VARIABLE REQUIRED. My pulse spikes. “It wants you,” I say. The partitioned presence hums low. Engagement probability high. Aidan doesn’t look afraid. He looks resolved. “What’s Phase II?” he asks the air. No response. Not from ours. From the gray lattice. The message updates. CONTROLLED ENVIRONMENT. LIMITED STAKE SIMULATION. DECLINE OR PARTICIPATE. Matteo’s jaw tightens.

After David tucked Celia in, he opened the system panel. Indeed, it had finished upgrading. [The system has been upgraded and is now in phase 2. All data will be reorganized and refreshed. Host, please use the system reasonably according to the new rules.] Then, an interface appeared. [Host: David Lidell [Balance: 10000000000000000 Galaxy Dollars [Body: Stellar level 10 (Can be upgraded with 100 lavish points) [Mind: Stellar level 10 (Can be upgraded with 100 lavish points)