Reincarnated Into Anime World - Chapter 2
[Ding! Welcome Host. I am your personalised Gacha System, helping you to live to your best in this life!]
“Okay. System, how long until my birth?”
[Ding! Host have exactly 5 hours 49 minutes and 23 seconds till birth!]
“System, what can you do? And what world am I in?”
[Ding! The system has two main functions which is gacha and inventory.]
[God has sent a message. Does host want to receive?]
[Y/N]
I accepted and hear his annoying voice again.
[Hoho. Welcome to your life in this new world. Let me give you a bit of info about this world. First thing first, polygamy is compulsory from every baby boy to be born from 2014 here. A few years ago, an organisation consisting of mainly single males made a virus to counter their status of being single.
This virus would affect the birth rate of boys, thus increasing the number of female to male ratio. This way, they thought they would be able to snag some girls for themselves. By the time the government realised this, it was already too late and the number of boys had drastically decreased. Due to the decreasing of the already low population of males, the government is trying to find a cure and in the meantime, they promoted harem to try and i.m.p.r.e.g.n.a.t.e as many girls as possible to increase the number of males.
However, basic laws such as no ****, no extortion still exists. Thus despite being a male you wouldn’t be able to **** anyone you want for the sake of ‘increasing male population’. But you can get a harem! So yay you!
Secondly, despite your insults, I’m still a very kind and friendly God after all. I granted you a body that can adapt to anything you come across. Live the life you always wanted and be happy!
From: [email protected]#$%^&* ^%$*^%]
“Woah, thanks god. So system, show me the gacha available”
[Gacha spins]
-Normal Gacha-
-Premium Gacha-
“Can you tell me more about the system?”
[Ding! Firstly, there is something which you call a ‘status window’. On the status window, you would be able to see your basic information of name, age, gender, lover(s) and skills. Skills are something you can get from the gacha spins.
In the gacha spins, you can get literally anything, including those from other anime except for bloodline. So, there would be no dragon skills, elf skills, demons and angels skills, Saiyan or Sharingan as all of them require their own bloodline. The system has scanned this world for any anomalies, and found that the concentration of any type of energy is very low, so there is almost a 0% chance of any magic existing.
Some examples of skills that you can get are music and cooking. Each skill has its own proficiency level, from beginner, intermediate, advance, master and finally grandmaster. If you can reach grandmaster in any single skill, you would be able to be famous world-wide. You would also be able to get items ranging from normal household items to the legendary excalibur.]
“Does that mean I can get something like an infinity stone?” I asked as my imaginary eyes sparkles
[Ding! Theoretically there is a less than 1 in Quattuordecillion chance you get an infinity stone.]
“Yikes! I don’t even know how many zeros there are in that number. Sigh it seems like my dream was crushed before I even got out of my mother’s w.o.m.b. System is there anything I can do right now?”
[Ding! You can rest for now Host.]
“Thanks a lot system.”
[Ding! You are welcome Host!]
“It was sarcasm by the way. And can you stop it with the ‘Ding!’? It’s very annoying hearing it ring in my mind all the time.”
[No problem Host. Notification is currently turned off. Host is recommended to sleep until birth. Will Host sleep now?]
“Sure. Wake me three minutes before my birth.”
[Affirmative! Putting Host to sleep now…]
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[Host! Wake up now. You currently have three minutes to birth.]
“Hmm… Thanks system. I wonder who my family will be in this world. I hope they are pretty and handsome.”
Suddenly, a bright light filled my eyes, and and giant hand picks me out. Adjusting my eyes to the new light, I thought to myself, ‘Finally I am here! I will do my…”
“Piak!”
Suddenly I feel a stinging sensation on my butt. I wanted to scream but due to my underdeveloped vocal cords, the only sound that came out of my mouth is “Waaaaahhhhhhh!”
——Shift in PoV——
Seeing the baby crying, the a.d.u.l.ts present let out a sigh of relief. A golden haired man sighed in relief, “Hanako, how are you doing? Are you okay?”
[Hanako]: Let me see my baby Isanari! Go away and let me see my baby boy!
[Isanari]: You care about the child more than your husband? How cruel…
The other a.d.u.l.ts can see Isanari suddenly go to the corner and crouches down, drawing circles with his index finger with a grieving face.
[Hanako]: Hmph! Who cares about you. My baby, so cute and handsome. I’m sure you’re going to be a charming man in the future, unlike your father. What shall I name you?
[Isanari]: (Suddenly rushes back like nothing happened) His name is going to be Akihiro…
But before he even finishes, Hanako cuts him off,”Shut it, his name is going to Fuutarou Uesugi.”
The other man present looks at him with pity and disdain, empathising with him.
“Whatever you say my dear, whatever that makes you happy.” Isanari says as he pampers his wife with a loving expression, ignoring all the other males present.
——MC’s PoV——
‘Hmmm? Are they my parents? Purple hair with matching eyes and a pretty face. Looks like my mother is quite a beauty. My father however…not bad I guess? Golden hair and green eyes with a perfectly sculpted face. Where have I seen him before?’
Then I looked at him rushing back and forth at my mother’s command. ‘Seems like my mother is quite fierce. Where have I seen them before though? They look so familiar.’
As I thought for five minutes while screaming out sounds, I suddenly remembered, ‘Seems like I reincarnated into ‘Gotoubun no hanayome’. Looks like I will have at least five brides from what I remember from the anime since polygamy is compulsory in this world anyway if the past events all go according to the anime.’
As I continued thinking about my future, I was being b.r.e.a.s.t-feed, and it wasn’t a pleasant experience for me. Imagine a 28-year old being b.r.e.a.s.t-feeded. The shame, the humiliation. As I finished my milk, I started to get drowsy. ‘Damn, I hate a baby’s stamina.’ I thought to myself as I drifted off to dreamland….