That Time I Got Reincarnated With Gacha System In Mahabharata

Blank.

Yes, that's what I see right now.

Everything around me is dark, and no amount of effort seems to break through the suffocating void. It feels as if I'm suspended in a never-ending expanse of nothingness, my thoughts echoing in the silence.

Since It looks like I have too much 'time' and 'nothing' to do. Let me explain how I got here, and the answer to that would be—I died.

Quite a cliche, right?

Well, who could tell this to that truck driver? One moment, I was navigating my way home, earbuds blasting my favourite playlist, and the next, I found myself face-first on the asphalt after a fateful encounter with a speeding truck. It all happened so fast that I barely had time to register what was happening before my world faded to black.

Ah! That explains the darkness I find myself in now. No light, no sound—just the vast void surrounding me, an unsettling reminder of my life's abrupt ending. I can't help but feel a mix of frustration and acceptance. Was this what awaited me after death? A never-ending limbo, devoid of purpose?

My name is—was Aditya, well before I died of course. A seventeen-year-old teenager who spent his days in Kurukshetra, Haryana, with dreams and aspirations like any other kid. Being an orphan wasn't easy, but I learned to navigate life on my own terms, being an orphan making friends wasn't easy so I took solace in reading fantasy novels and history books. They became my escape, my portal to worlds far beyond the mundane reality of my existence. I often imagined what it would be like to be a hero in those tales, to wield incredible powers, and to change the world.

As I drifted into this suffocating darkness, memories flickered in and out of my mind like ghostly apparitions. I thought of the moments that defined me: my late-night study sessions, the thrill of immersing myself in tales of valour and adventure, and the bittersweet warmth of fleeting friendships. Each memory felt like a fragile thread, weaving together the tapestry of my life, and yet here I was, losing my grasp on it all.

I had often envisioned how I would make a difference if I were ever given the chance. I imagined stepping into worlds filled with magic and wonder, where I could become someone significant, someone who would leave a mark on history. Now, instead of finding my place among heroes, I was lost in this endless void, a forgotten soul adrift in nothingness.

But just as despair began to seep into my consciousness, something shifted. A faint glow pierced through the darkness, illuminating the edges of my void. Moving toward me like a flaming meteorite.

And before I could fully comprehend the sudden change, the light stuck me. A burning pain originated from the depths of my soul and spread like wildfire throughout my being. I gasped, feeling as if I were being torn apart and rebuilt in an instant. The sensation was overwhelming, like being submerged in molten metal, yet it sparked a deep, primal urge to survive, to grasp hold of whatever was happening.

[Welcome, User! You have activated the Gacha System.]

A transparent interface materialized in front of me, shimmering with an array of options that danced like stars in the night sky. My heart raced as I took in the sight, both exhilarated and bewildered.

"What in the world...?" I muttered, staring at the floating screen. It looked like something straight out of a video game—only this was my reality now.

[Welcome to the Gacha System, User. You have been granted a unique opportunity to alter your fate.]

[Free Spins: 3 Draws]

[After spinning the free draws, the user will be transported to the new world.]

"Three... free draws- Hey what do you by 'transported' I am not some item to be treated like a collectible!" I exclaimed, incredulous at the absurdity of the situation. This felt like some warped video game scenario, and I was the unwilling protagonist being thrown into an epic adventure.

Ignoring my protests, the interface continued to glow, and I felt an overwhelming urge to act. Maybe this was my chance to escape the darkness and find purpose once more. Clenching my fists, I focused on the screen, my heart racing as I thought about what I wanted most.

"Okay, let's see what this Gacha System can do," I muttered, trying to sound more confident than I felt.

I tapped the first draw, and the screen swirled with vibrant colours. A moment later, a notification appeared:

[Drawing… Please wait.]

A series of mystical symbols cascaded down the interface before culminating in a triumphant chime. The screen flashed, and a new window opened, revealing a glowing card.

[Congratulations! You have drawn: Template Apollo- The Greek God of healing, archery, music, truth, beauty, and sun.]

My breath caught in my throat as I beheld the dazzling card—a radiant sun in the middle with golden rays radiating outward, illuminating the void. The sheer power emanating from the card was intoxicating, filling me with a sense of awe and potential.

I stared at the card, a sense of disbelief washing over me. "Template Apollo?" I echoed, my voice tinged with wonder. The implications of this draw were staggering. Apollo, the Greek god himself, was known for his unmatched skills in healing, archery, and even music. I could hardly believe my luck—or the sheer absurdity of the situation.

As the light from the card enveloped me, I felt an invigorating surge of energy coursing through my veins, as if the very essence of Apollo was being infused into my being. My senses sharpened, and I could feel the distant hum of the universe echoing through my mind. I was no longer just Aditya; I was becoming something greater, something divine.

[Template activated: Apollo. Abilities unlocked.]

I blinked, overwhelmed by the flood of information pouring into my consciousness. Knowledge of archery, mastery over the healing arts, and an innate understanding of music and art blossomed within me. My fingers tingled with power, and for a moment, I imagined myself wielding a golden bow, arrows crafted from sunlight itself, ready to heal or vanquish any foe that dared to cross my path.

"This is unreal!" I gasped, realizing that the Gacha System was more than just a game—it was my ticket to a new life, one filled with possibilities and adventures. But as I revelled in my newfound power, I couldn't shake the looming question: Where would this lead me?

Before I could ponder further, the interface chimed again, interrupting my thoughts.

[Free Spins: 2 Draws Remaining]

Taking a deep breath, I steeled my resolve. I couldn't afford to waste my draws. I had to prepare for whatever challenges awaited me in this new world. With renewed determination, I focused on the screen again.

"Alright, let's go for the second draw!" I declared, tapping the button with a sense of urgency.

The screen lit up once more, swirling with radiant colours as it began to process my draw. The familiar sounds of the draw echoed around me, and I could feel anticipation buzzing in the air.

[Drawing… Please wait.]

The symbols danced, building suspense before culminating in another triumphant chime. The screen flashed again, a card revealing an old withered book.

[Congratulations! You have drawn: Primordial Warrior's Legacy.]

I stared at the screen, the weight of the old, weathered book depicted on it. Its cover was adorned with intricate carvings, and a sense of ancient power radiated from the card. Primordial Warrior's Legacy—the name alone sent shivers down my spine. This could be something extraordinary.

"What does this even mean?" I murmured, my heart racing. As the light from the card engulfed me, I felt another surge of energy, this one different from before. Instead of the vibrant, warm glow associated with Apollo, this was a more primal force—raw, ancient, and potent. The essence of countless warriors who had walked the universe before me coursed through my veins, filling me with a deep sense of strength and resilience.

[Card activated: Primordial Warrior's Legacy. Abilities unlocked.]

My mind flooded with knowledge. I could feel the experience of battle honed over millennia—strategies and combat techniques that transcended time itself began to coalesce in my consciousness. I envisioned myself as a master tactician and warrior, capable of wielding any weapon with deadly precision.

"Whoa! T-This is incredible!" I stammered, feeling the raw power resonate within me. "With these abilities, I could take on anything!"

I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the sensations wash over me. I was no longer just Aditya; I had become a vessel for ancient knowledge and divine skills.

Suddenly, the interface chimed once more, breaking my reverie.

[Free Spins: 1 Draw Remaining]

"One last chance," I murmured, my mind racing with possibilities. What could I draw this time that would enhance my journey in this epic tale? I knew I had to make this last spin count.

With a determined nod, I tapped the screen for my final draw. The colours whirled around me like a cosmic storm, and I could feel the energy pulsing in the air.

[Drawing… Please wait.]

The symbols swirled faster, creating a crescendo of anticipation before culminating in another victorious chime. The screen flashed again, revealing...

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[To Be Continue]

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Hola, My dear readers.

This- as you all can read is my new novel. but this time instead of being reincarnated as Karna or any other character, I chose an OC.

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