Reinhardt let out a low whistle. If he was the same age as Harry Potter, he had exactly six years to prepare for the absolute chaos that was "The Boy Who Lived." But six years of being a broke orphan while waiting for a Gacha pull?

  "Not on my watch," Reinhardt smirked.

  He sat cross-legged on his lumpy mattress and dove back into his mind. There it was—the Holy Grail, glowing with a golden light that made his mental space feel like a five-star hotel.

  System, he thought, you want money. I don't have money. But I do have a literal God-tier wish-granting cup. Let's fix the economy.

  He gripped the handles of the Grail in his mind. "I wish to rewrite the laws of the Gacha System. Remove the currency requirement. From now on, I get 10 Gacha pulls every single week for free!"

  The Grail hummed. The air in the dingy room vibrated as golden mana flooded into the blue System screen, forcefully rewriting its code.

  [Ding! Wish Accepted.]

  [System Restructuring...]

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  [Done! Congratulations, Host. With your... 'wisdom,' you have successfully turned me into a charity service. I now provide 10 free pulls per week.]

  Reinhardt could practically hear the sarcasm dripping from the System's voice. "Are you angry?" he asked, feeling quite proud of his loophole.

  [No, Host,] the System replied, its voice sounding a bit more "human" and strangely melodic. [I am tied to you in life and death. If you die, I cease to exist. Your survival is my priority, even if you are a cheat.]

  "How touching," Reinhardt teased. "You know, your voice is actually pretty nice. Are you genderless, or am I talking to a robot?"

  [For your information, Host, my personality matrix is female.]

  Reinhardt's silver eyes sparkled with mischief. "A female system who is stuck with me forever? Looks like I hit the jackpot and got myself a wife right out of the gate."

  The blue screen flashed a violent shade of crimson red.

  [D-Don't joke about such things!] the System stammered, the text vibrating as if it were embarrassed. [Focus on your rewards, you shameless Host!]

  "Check my brain, 'Wifey.' Tell me if I'm lying," Reinhardt laughed, leaning back against the cold wall. "I've got silver hair and a Holy Grail. I'm a catch."

  [Please have some self-respect, Host!] the System replied with a digital sigh, though the red tint didn't fade immediately. [I will simply ignore your nonsense for now.]

  Reinhardt chuckled. He was five years old, living in a dump, but he had a blushing Goddess-System in his head and a Holy Grail in his pocket.

  "Alright, alright. I'll be a good boy," Reinhardt said, his gaze sharpening. "I have 10 pulls ready. Let's see what 1985 has in store for me."