Gloria Martinez is a hardworking, honest, and good person, but above all, she is a mother, and a desperate one.

  (Working as honestly as possible)

  Night City is a merciless city, where values and even humanity are weaknesses.

  The clunker I use for work only managed to stop just after I hit him, and I'm torn between leaving the guy I just ran over.

  I grab the cross on my neck. "Mi Dios perdoname por esto." I decide to move on and leave the man there on the asphalt; after all, the impact was light.

  He'll get up, right?

  But before I release the handbrake, my son comes to mind, my dear David... How... how could I look him in the eye after leaving a man to his fate after running him over.

  I grip the steering wheel of the clunker with anger and resignation.

  I mutter under my breath, "De todas maneras es su culpa." The man appeared out of nowhere in front of my ambunce, as if his optical camo had overheated.

  If he hadn't covered himself with his arms, I'd even take it as a suicide attempt.

  I quickly get out of the ambunce and look at the man more closely. Something about him starts setting off arms in my head. I get closer, and a single thought echoes in my head: 'Ahora si fregué.' I thought he was a man, but he's actually a young guy with a robust build, about 17, maybe 22 at most, perhaps a few years older than my son David.

  Guilt gnaws strongly at my stomach.

  I check his pulse and start running back to the ambunce. 'Tiene un ataque al corazón!!' I grab the Bounce Back from the ambunce and inject it directly into his chest. The Bounce Back takes effect, and his heart regains some strength and rhythm, but it still sounds weak. He must have some heart problem.

  Seeing him makes the truth hit me like a Borg hitting a truck. 'El es Ganic?' I check him, and a cold fear sets in. This retively fit kid has some stretch marks from being overweight, but nothing, absolutely no chrome.

  I check his neck and feel myself starting to break out in a cold sweat. 'no tiene neuralink, es completamente Ganik.' The implications of that terrify me.

  It's too te to back out now. 'bien hecho Gloria, una vez más tu gran corazón ponen más dificultades a casa.' I put him in the passenger seat and start the car.

  Now, not only what I'm carrying in my jacket can screw me over, but also a possible corpo experiment.

  I think sarcastically, 'Bien hecho, Gloria, bien hecho.' That doing good only brings shit in this city shouldn't surprise me anymore, but I can't kill what little I still have inside me.

  ?[Feat Obtained: Still Breathing.]Survive your first night in a hostile and mostly unknown world: +1 Silver Ticket.

  Goddamn, what a great way to wake up.

  The minor aches and pains one accumutes over time are no longer felt; they're gone. I used to avoid doctors in my first world, 1) for being a mutant, and 2) because going to the hospital was synonymous with not eating well for months for my family... until I became rich and managed to locate a mutant doctor. I hope Dr. Daye is well; that man saved my life like 5 times. May God protect him from all evil.

  *Click*

  The sound of a gun hammer alerts me. I raise my arms and sit up slowly, smiling as harmlessly as I can.

  Gloria Martinez along with her son David Martinez. The woman has a look that promises death if I become a threat. I don't understand why she brought me here if she's pointing a gun at me that I can't even identify. Honestly, it's been so many years since I've seen one that I don't remember much, really. That adds another regret I try to crush. How the hell do you guess you'll be transmigrated to worlds you thought were fictional? Now I honestly doubt anything is truly fictional.

  I pray to God to keep me away from 40k. I make the sign of the cross over my heart.

  "Tell me, who are you?" She points the gun at me while raising a finger in a 'wait a minute' gesture. I know she won't shoot me just for standing up, so I slowly get to my feet. I put my hand in my vest pocket very slowly—no need to tempt fate.

  My butterfly knife isn't there, nor is my wallet or my phone.

  Huh, it seems they're not here. Crap, huh? And with a single thought, my tickets appear in the back pocket of my vest.

  [Do you want to roll?]

  Of course, I do. I take out my tickets under Gloria's steely but confused gaze and David's, who's trying to look more intimidating than he really is.

  First, a golden one.

  [Four Leaf Clover]|Uncommon Trait|You are pretty lucky, not to the point where it's btantly supernatural but the scales of fate are skewed towards you. (Does not affect Gacha)

  My harmless smile explodes into a fierce one. Goddamn, this is a divine sign. God, or at least Arial, wants to screw over Arasaka, and I will, of course, colborate in that.

  My hand itches with excitement, and I tear another golden ticket.

  [Grue]|Elite Ability|Worm - Allows you to create a cloud of darkness that blots out the senses of everyone inside, making it incredibly difficult to perceive anything while inside. The effects can be partially mitigated by strong targets.

  An incredible pain settles in the upper part of my brain. I hold my head as clouds of darkness pour from my skin.

  Gloria freezes for a second but lowers one of my hands so I don't become Swiss cheese. Fortunately, she doesn't shoot me with her gun.

  The pain becomes manageable, and I make the clouds of darkness, or whatever is coming from my pores, disperse. It's weird to see through them perfectly. They also come with a somewhat instinctive use. Not bad.

  The excitement is still high, so I tear the silver ticket I have.

  [Tinker - Industrialisation]|Rare Ability|Allows you to build, construct, and design contraptions or machines reted to industrialisation. Such as creating factories, massive, efficient production lines, autonomous drone workers, assembly lines. Anything you can build, you can create production lines and factories to do it for you more efficiently and on a rger scale.

  Wow, that would have been very useful before I died. But oh well. I swap the ability to see how it is... Shit!

  Information is embedded in my mind with the fucking smoothness of a brick pushed with a hammer.

  I feel my nose bleed, and I fall onto the sofa. Gloria's look goes from fear of what I might do to panic that I'm dying. My smile remains, although I can taste the metallic fvor of my blood.

  Gloria lowers the gun, and David's look changes from defiant to that of a deer about to be run over.

  Knowing how to build factories for practically everything I can imagine is incredible. Weapons, tools... although it seems I need to have the blueprints for the product I want to make. I know how to make the machine, but if I don't know how to make the final product, my ideas and thoughts start becoming circur in logic.

  "I'm... I'm something that turned out well. Ha, very well, actually," I say happily, taking my blue handkerchief from my pocket and wiping away the blood.

  "What the hell was that?!" Gloria asks, armed. I respond calmly, without stopping to think much. "Well, I'll be direct. I'm a Corpo experiment that turned out very well. Bad for them, very well for me. I escaped, and well, my next step is to get revenge on those bitches." My brain fried a little well, I'm saying the word well a lot ha.

  Gloria and David turn as pale as a sheet of paper. She raises the gun she had lowered and suddenly points it at me. I start to get just a little nervous, but in the end, she lowers her trembling hand and, thank God, doesn't fill me with bullets.

  I look at the television tuned to the news. With that, I can pce myself in the series' timeline. It seems it's exactly the day when everything goes to shit, huh.

  "Com—" I interrupt Gloria. "Rex, I'm not going to involve you if you don't want me to. In fact, it's better if I get out of here as soon as possible. That said, my things..." I kneel on one knee and say respectfully, "Thank you for not leaving me there." The kid turns his head sharply, looking at his mother, impressed.

  "I am grateful. When you need something, anything, I will do what is within, or even beyond, my power to repay this debt." The kid's eyes shine, and he opens his mouth, but a look from his mother silences him.

  I have to bluff. I have to bluff with all my soul. When else will I have the chance to py the mysterious one?... Well, actually, I had plenty of opportunities and let many of them pass.

  "But before anything, allow me to introduce myself. Gloria already knows my name, but you, David Martinez, don't know who I am. I am Gadiel Chance Wildman Willenskraft." The woman and the young man are very armed to hear me say their names.

  [Feat Obtained: Put a Name to That Face]Introduce yourself to one or more members of the cast: +1 Silver Ticket.

  I make the silver ticket appear and tear it open at once.

  [Fertility Calibration]|Uncommon Trait|You can freely adjust your own fertility, being able to freely go from absolutely inert to being so fertile you can impregnate even someone completely infertile at will. Or, depending on your parts, make yourself sterile or rival the Goat of a Thousand Young.

  An incredible itch hits my balls. I resist the urge to scratch them as much as I can. I can't lose all the mystery I'm building here, damn it!

  Thank God it was as quick as the previous abilities, because if it had sted a little longer, I would have looked like a degenerate.

  I walk somewhat uncomfortably but approach David. This arms Gloria, but she doesn't raise the gun now. It seems she saw what's in my wallet and suspected something was strange about me being a 'normal' human when everyone has at least some chrome.

  I just feed the mystery that already surrounds my appearance.

  Gloria decides to do something when she sees me so close to David, but I stop her with a look.

  "Listen to me well. Today, fate is going to screw you over. On a scale from 1 to 'what the fuck', you're heading for the st. 'Please, bring me vaseline' just remember this when the real shit hits the fan: protect your mother," I whisper in David's ear.

  [Feat Obtained: Middle Finger to the Canon]Actively change the fate of 1 or more people: +1 Golden Ticket.

  Ha, it seems that's enough to avoid Gloria's death. I should stay close to the MC of these events, but I don't have time to be passive. I need to recover my money, power, and influence by yesterday.

  I tear the ticket while throwing a look at Gloria. She manages to get the message and points to my things: my wallet, my knife, and... my phone? Huh? Thanks, ROBs, for your generosity. I'll make sure to screw over Arasaka as best I can.

  [Silkheart]|Epic Trait|Silksong - Allows you to naturally turn your energy reserves into Silk. You can manipute this silk as if it were a part of your body and dissolve it at will. You can control this silk to perform a wide variety of Silk Arts, such as shooting needles of silk, whipping it around, using it to bind your own wounds, etc.

  My step falters a little from the discomfort that quickly disappears from the left side of my chest. In fact, my heart feels incredible. My God, thanks, I won't have to take heart medication anymore.

  Goddamn these rolls! My luck trait can't affect the gacha, but now I'm armed at having such good luck.

  I take my things from the table and approach the door. It has no handle. I throw an amused look at Gloria's pale face. Her irises fsh, and the door opens.

  Before taking the step that will lead me out into the streets of this city, the traditional intrusive thought comes to me.

  That if I lie more, I could take the Sandy from her.

  That it would be easy, that it's just lying a little more...

  That with just a few sentences, I could trick her...

  That, in fact, that would give me another ticket, another roll for more power...

  But that brings back an intimate memory from years ago...

  When I was in my second week on the streets, desperate for money...

  When I threatened that homeless woman with a piece of gss, who only had a little food to put in her mouth...

  When I saw her eyes fill with fear and desperation...

  I had eaten that day, but I didn't want to be on the streets anymore...

  When I saw what I could become... A being who would step on anyone just to be a little better off.

  The memory leaves as quickly as it came, but just that is enough to make my eyes water. I don't want people to look at me with fear, at least not those who haven't done anything to me.

  "Hey, before anything else, Gloria, don't sell the Sandy. It will be useful for the kid," I say as I take that step and cross the doorway.

  Tempry