296 AC
Dominic's POV
The high walls of Astapor faded into the horizon as our fleet of 50 ships cut through the waves. The sea stretched endless before us, a canvas of blue under a blazing sun. I stood at the prow of the lead galley, the wind whipping my black hair, my eyes fixed on the future. My army—10,000 Unsullied, 500 men, 500 women, 100 children, and my allies Aeron Sand and Missandei—filled the ships behind me. Three million gold dragons sat in my inventory, alongside artifacts like Captain America's shield and the invisibility cloak. The gacha system had made me a force, but I wasn't here to play conqueror. Not yet. I wanted a kingdom, one built on loyalty, not chains.
I turned to face the Unsullied on my ship, their disciplined ranks staring back, spears gleaming. "Unsullied!" I shouted, my voice carrying over the creak of wood and crash of waves. "My name is Dominic Augustus. I request your service to achieve my goal—a kingdom of our own. When it's done, you're free to leave. No chains, no masters."
A murmur rippled through them, rare for men trained to silence. I pressed on. "Who is your commander?"
One stepped forward, his face stoic, eyes sharp. "I am," he said.
"Your name?" I asked.
"Brown Leech," he replied.
I nodded. "From now on, you're Daemon." Then I looked at the others "Choose a name that suits you, all of you. You're free from this day until your last. I don't own you, but I need your strength. You'll be paid for your service, handsomely. Are you with me?"
The Unsullied raised their spears, slamming them against the deck in unison, a thunderous boom that echoed across the fleet. Agreement, without a word. I turned to the men, women, and children—former slaves, now free—crowded on the deck. "The same goes for you. Work with me, and you'll have a home, coin, and freedom. Are you in?"
They cheered, ragged but heartfelt, some weeping. Missandei, standing to my left, spoke softly. "The Good Masters won't be pleased, my lord."
I grinned. "What can they do now? We're gone."
Aeron Sand, leaning against the railing, scratched his neck. "So, where're these ships sailing, m'lord?"
"The Disputed Lands," I said. "That's where we'll build our kingdom."
His eyes widened, but he nodded, used to my surprises. The Disputed Lands—lawless, fought over by Myr, Lys, and Tyrosh—were perfect. Chaotic, unclaimed, a place where a man with power could rise. My power.
The journey took one moon, 30 days of salt spray and rolling waves. Each day, the gacha system chimed: Daily GP Earned: +1. I'd saved 61 points before leaving Astapor, and with 30 more, I had 89 to burn. then I used Gold dragons to buy more GP. I decided to roll big—150 times, using all 450 points. From the haul, the main rolls are.
Item: Soul Contracts (x20) – Binds a person's loyalty, unbreakable.
Character Card: Gellert Grindelwald (Harry Potter)
Item: Super Soldier Serum (x6) (Marvel) – Enhances strength, speed, and durability to Captain America levels.
Item: Deadpool's Swords (Marvel) – Twin katanas, razor-sharp, durable.
Item: Mera Mera no Mi (One Piece) – Devil Fruit granting fire manipulation; weakness to water remains.
Item: Weakness Removal (x3) – Eliminates one inherent weakness per use.
Item: Random Pokémon Egg – Hatches into an unknown Pokémon.
Character Card: Taskmaster (Marvel)
Character Card: Black Widow (Marvel)
Miscellaneous Items (141) – Food (bread, dried fruit, jerky), clothing (cloaks, tunics), tools (hammer, nails, rope), and minor valuables (silver rings, copper bracelets).
The soul contracts were gold—loyalty was hard to come by in Essos. Then I assimilated the Grindelwald card. The super soldier serum was perfect for my allies, and the Taskmaster and Black Widow cards could make them unstoppable. The Mera Mera no Mi was a OP—fire powers in a world of swords and spears? Devastating is a small word. The Pokémon egg was a mystery, stored safely in my inventory.
I called Aeron, Missandei, and Daemon to my cabin that night. Aeron, now used to my "magic," watched calmly as I summoned three soul contracts from my inventory, glowing parchment with intricate runes. Missandei and Daemon flinched, their eyes wide. "What sorcery is this?" Daemon asked, gripping his spear.
"Not sorcery," I said. "A gift. These contracts bind your loyalty to me, unbreakable unless I say so. In return, I'll make you stronger than you can imagine."
Aeron shrugged. "I swore already. Might as well make it official."
Missandei hesitated, then nodded. "I trust you, my lord."
Daemon studied me, then agreed. "I'll serve."
I handed each a contract. They signed, the parchment flaring briefly before vanishing into motes of light. The system confirmed: Soul Contracts Activated: Aeron Sand, Missandei, Daemon. Their loyalty was mine, no betrayal possible.
Next, I pulled three vials of super soldier serum, their blue liquid shimmering. "Drink," I said. "It'll make you faster, stronger, tougher."
Aeron downed his without hesitation, grinning as his muscles tensed, his frame visibly sharpening. Missandei sipped hers cautiously, gasping as energy surged through her. Daemon drank last, his stoic face twitching as the serum took hold. They stood taller, their movements sharper, like predators unleashed.
I wasn't done. "Daemon, you're getting skills unparalleled to anyone in this world." I pressed the Taskmaster card to his chest, and it glowed, sinking into him. His eyes widened as new instincts flooded his mind—photographic reflexes, the ability to mimic any skill he saw. "Missandei." I applied the card, and she swayed, her posture shifting to a deadly grace, her mind now sharp with espionage and combat knowledge.
They stared at me, awestruck, except Aeron, who just chuckled. "You're a bloody wizard, m'lord."
"Something like that," I said, storing the remaining serums and contracts. I kept the Mera Mera no Mi. The weakness removals I saved—maybe for the Devil Fruit's water flaw. The Pokémon egg stayed in my inventory, its faint warmth a promise of something big.
Over the moon at sea, I trained with my allies. Daemon, now a super-soldier with Task master's skills, sparred with the 10 Unsullied at a time, copying their spear techniques flawlessly. Missandei, enhanced by Black Widow's template, moved like a shadow, teaching the women stealth and knife-work. Aeron, stronger and faster, took to Deadpool's swords, twirling them with surprising skill. I practiced magic, of Grindewald trying everythingtransfiguration, charms, dark magic, etc., . My assimilation with Toph hit 100% now I can bend metal.
The Unsullied chose new names—Rhaegor, Varys, Tycho—shedding their slave titles. The men, women, and children trained too, learning basic combat or shipwork, their spirits high with the promise of freedom. I paid them from my fortune, 100 gold dragons each, a pittance from my 3 million but life-changing for them. The system chimed daily, but I saved my GP, now at 11 after the 150 rolls.
After a moon, the Disputed Lands appeared on the horizon—rocky coasts, rolling hills, and scattered ruins from endless wars. My fleet anchored off a deserted stretch, its cliffs defensible, its plains fertile. Perfect for a stronghold. I gathered my forces on the lead ship, updating my status:
Name: Dominic Augustus
Race: Human
Age: 15
Character Assimilation: Toph Beifong (Earthbending, Seismic Sense – 50%)
Powers: Earthbending (Advanced), Seismic Sense (Advanced)
Equipment: Captain America's Shield, Invisibility Cloak, Spider-Man's Web-Shooters, Sokka's Boomerang, , Deadpool's Swords, Geralt's Leather Jacket, Mera Mera no Mi, Weakness Removal (x3), Random Pokémon Egg, Soul Contracts (x17), Super Soldier Serum (x3), 2,354,400 Gold Dragons
Gacha Points (GP): 0
Allies: Aeron Sand (Soul Contract, Super Soldier Serum, Deadpool's Swords), Missandei (Soul Contract, Super Soldier Serum, Black Widow Template 30%), Daemon (Soul Contract, Super Soldier Serum, Taskmaster Template 40%), 10,000 Unsullied, 500 Men, 500 Women, 100 Children
Assets: 50 Ships
I stood on the shore, my army behind me, the cliffs rising like sentinels. "This is it," I said to Aeron, Missandei, and Daemon. "Our kingdom starts here."
Missandei's eyes gleamed with Black Widow's cunning. "What's the first step, my lord?"
"Build," I said. "A fortress, a city, a home. I'll use my earthbending to raise walls, your skills to train our people, and our gold to draw allies."
Daemon nodded, his Taskmaster reflexes already scanning the terrain. "Defensible. Good choice."
Aeron twirled a katana. "Gonna be a fight, m'lord. The Disputed Lands don't stay quiet."
"Let them come," I said, stomping the ground. A stone pillar rose, towering over the beach. "We're ready."
The Pokémon egg pulsed in my inventory, the Mera Mera no Mi tempting me with fire. My kingdom was a dream, but with my powers, my allies, and my wealth, it was a dream I'd make real. The Disputed Lands would bow to Dominic Augustus.