In Marvel with Ultimate Gacha

Tang San's eyes lit up with anticipation. "Yes! That one—if you get its spirit ring, there's more than a 90% chance you'll gain an auxiliary ability that grants flight!"

The group stiffened as realization sank in. Spirit beasts capable of bestowing flight abilities were exceedingly rare—especially for an auxiliary-type spirit master like Oscar, who could share his spirit ring abilities with others.

Oscar's martial spirit, the Sausage System, was a food-type—but with each ring he absorbed, its effects expanded. If he acquired a flying-type ring, everyone on the team could potentially take to the skies, albeit temporarily.

The Phoenix-Tailed Crescent Serpent unfurled its iridescent wings and let out a sharp hiss, its serpentine body coiling midair as it spotted the humans blocking its path. But it never got a chance to strike.

Mo Luochen stepped forward with measured calm, raising two fingers. A quiet surge of energy radiated from him—controlled, precise.

"Molecular Deacceleration: Bullet."

A small, pulsing sphere of compressed energy snapped forward, humming with decelerating force. The moment it collided with the serpent's chest, a wave of distortion spread outward. The beast's momentum died instantly—its wings froze in mid-flap, body suspended in the air as if trapped in molasses.

"You can finish it now," Luochen said evenly, stepping aside.

Oscar blinked, then charged ahead. Drawing a dagger in both hands, he aimed precisely at the weak point beneath the serpent's jaw—right where the spirit core shimmered faintly—and drove the blade home. The beast gave a last shudder before its body went limp.

A rich purple spirit ring rose slowly from the corpse, glowing with a soft golden shimmer—evidence of its exceptional quality.

"1,800 years," Luochen estimated, glancing at it. "Ideal match for you."

Oscar wasted no time. He sat cross-legged, drawing in deep breaths as he began absorbing the spirit ring. The others stood guard, eyes scanning the trees, until the aura surrounding Oscar faded and he opened his eyes—his face glowing with joy.

Zhu Zhuqing tilted her head. "So? What ability did you get?"

Oscar looked hesitant for a moment, then sighed and faced the group. "Okay. But promise you won't laugh."

Eyebrows raised, but everyone nodded solemnly. Of course, they were lying.

Oscar inhaled, squared his stance, and shouted:

"Your father has Mushroom Sausage!"

Silence followed.

And then—

Laughter erupted like a dam breaking. Even the usually stone-faced Mo Luochen let out a low chuckle, quickly turning away to hide a rare smirk. Felicia clutched her stomach, shoulders shaking, while Renxue's perfect composure cracked just enough for a delicate laugh to slip free.

Oscar groaned, waving a finger at them. "You promised!"

Felicia wiped tears from her eyes, grinning. "You warned us. But honestly—how could we not?"

Ning Rongrong was gasping for air, leaning heavily on Zhu Zhuqing, who tried—unsuccessfully—to stifle a grin.

Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Xiao Wu were nearly falling over, howling with laughter, while even Tang San was visibly shaking, his usual calm completely broken.

With a long-suffering sigh, Oscar theatrically took a bite of the sausage in his hand. A glow from the new spirit ring lit his back—and suddenly, a pair of luminous wings spread from him. He rose into the air, flying in a slow arc above them.

The laughter finally began to die down, replaced by murmurs of awe as they watched him soar through the trees. Moments later, the group reassembled and continued their trek.

Now that Oscar had obtained his spirit ring, the next priority became clear—Tang San's third ring.

"Enough messing around," came Zhao Wuji's voice as he emerged from behind a thick tree trunk, arms crossed. "We still need to get Tang San a ring before nightfall."

Tang San nodded quickly, pushing aside the remnants of amusement. His focus sharpened once more.

As Zhao Wuji's voice faded into the misty silence of the Star Dou Forest, the group resumed their march. The laughter and levity of moments earlier were gone. A thick tension settled around them as they delved deeper into the wilderness. The atmosphere turned somber, expectant—as if the forest itself were watching.

Then—

A sudden rustle. Crisp. Unmistakable.

Everyone stopped in their tracks.

Emerging from the shadows was a monstrous, spider-like creature—eight gleaming legs clicking against the earth, its glistening carapace refracting light. What truly unnerved them, however, was its face. Vaguely human. Twisted into a sick grin. Its fangs dripped venom, and its entire frame radiated a dark, oppressive aura.

Tang San's eyes widened in recognition.

"Man-Faced Demon Spider…!" he gasped. "Wait—don't—!"

But it was too late.

Mo Luochen stepped forward, his face expressionless. In one swift motion, he extended his palm and summoned a piercing projectile of molecular energy—compressed to a deadly point.

"Molecular Acceleration."

The shot fired like a cannon blast, striking the spider dead-on.

CRACK.

The creature's skull exploded under the force. Its venom sprayed harmlessly into the dirt as it collapsed in a twitching heap.

"Why did you kill it?!" Tang San shouted, his voice sharp with disbelief.

The others turned to Mo Luochen, equally stunned.

His answer was calm, clinical. "It was preparing to release a venom cloud. None of us—even me—could've shielded the group in time."

Tang San's jaw tightened. "But that one…"

"It would've made an excellent spirit beast, yes," Luochen replied smoothly. "But not worth the lives of your friends."

Qian Renxue and Felicia gave quiet nods. Xiao Wu rested a hand on Tang San's shoulder. After a moment's inner conflict, he looked down and whispered, "…I understand."

But behind Mo Luochen's neutral expression, Michael was anything but at ease.

That spider… it wasn't just another beast. It was the spider. The same one that had granted him the Eight Spider Lances in a different thread of time.

He hadn't destroyed it purely for safety.

He simply didn't want Tang San to gain that External Spirit Bone.

Their journey continued until they encountered another creature—a Crypt Spider. Its obsidian body shimmered with crystalline venom, and its eyes glowed dimly from the underbrush. Slightly smaller, but still rare and dangerous.

"1,700 years," Luochen assessed with a glance. "It's ideal."

Without wasting a second, he raised a hand and fired.

"Molecular Deceleration."

The beast froze in the air, its charge halted in a state of suspended movement—as though trapped between moments.

"Go," he said to Tang San.

This time, no one stopped him.

Tang San surged forward, Blue Silver Grass lashing out, and struck true. The spider fell, and its purple spirit ring slowly lifted from the body. Without hesitation, Tang San sat down and began absorbing it.

While the others maintained watch, Michael quietly opened his System inventory. His eyes narrowed slightly as he located the Eight Spider Lances—already stored away.

He had taken the corpse of the Man-Faced Demon Spider earlier, fully aware it might contain an External Spirit Bone—and his hunch was correct.

'Now,' he thought, eyes gleaming faintly, 'I just need to use the right treasures to reshape it—make it truly my own.'

At that moment, a piercing cry rang through the forest, jolting him back to reality.

*******

Like it? 

Read More at :- patreon.com/be_king