Beast Gacha System: All Mine

Chapter 302: The Spoils

"Line up!"

Cecilia said, cutting through the ambient noise of Edengold Warcamp. She stood with her hands on her hips, facing her three husbands.

The three men obeyed, shuffling into a neat row before her.

Cecilia’s fingers danced across the translucent interface hovering before her only she could see, the System light casting shifting patterns across her face.

The "Cosmetic Assets" submenu of her reward inventory had been updated, and had been waiting for exactly the right moment to test it.

DI-DI-DING!

"Kyaaa~ so very handsome~!"

Cecilia squealed. She clapped her hands together, bouncing subtly on her heels as she took in the transformation.

Where three beast legends had stood, three teenage boys in immaculate school uniforms now blinked back at her.

Oathran ran his fingers down his chest. His obsidian horns, that magnificent crown that had marked him as Dragon Lord had simply vanished. His long, misty-white hair was now short. And his ears, once pointed, were now soft, rounded, entirely human.

"This..." He adjusted. "This disguise is very..."

His hand continued its journey downward, past the blazer buttons, past the belt, and came to rest at the juncture of his thighs. He paused there, and something complicated moved across his face. He smiled wearily.

"William..." he murmured, addressing the empty air between his legs. "I’m sorry."

"It’s weird not having my tail in this world," Arkai muttered beside him, his hands reaching back to pat the empty space where a thick, fluffy black appendage should have been. "Especially when I still have all this beast sense."

After all, he was a creature who had defined his balance and leaked emotional state through that limb for centuries. Without it, he seemed somehow smaller, despite the broad shoulders that still filled out his school blazer. "And my ears..."

He touched the sides of his head with both hands, fingers exploring the strange curves of human ears. His fluffy black wolf ears were gone. In their place was nothing but dark hair and the pathetic, immobile cartilage of humanity.

He pulled at his collar, suddenly too tight despite being perfectly fitted, and muttered something under his breath. "I wonder how many layers we can take off until our form is no longer human anymore."

"Eastiel," Cecilia turned to her third husband. "What about you? How do you feel?"

The Golden Lion King blinked again.

"I feel... light," he said. "And curious. This ’skin’ as you call it, it’s not merely an illusion, is it? Your power somehow has rewritten our fundamental parameters. I can feel the difference. If it’s just an illusion, I’d still touch my tail, although it might be invisible."

"What about you, Cecilia?" Eastiel turned the full focus of his attention on her, excited. "Do you have this ’skin’ on you too?"

"Oh, I have it," she said, pulling up her own interface. The translucent panels flickered and expanded, showing her inventory of cosmetic rewards.

There it was, "Student Uniform."

"But... I’m already a human. So it’s just me looking younger and wearing a uniform. Do you want to see it?"

She had earned it when they finally escaped the harem scenario.

And as they left the fake world, tumbling back into Edengold Warcamp, the System had chimed with that particular tone it used for special occasions.

[BONUS REWARD UNLOCKED:]

[’My’ Student Uniform]

[Souvenir from an Alternate World!]

"Hmmmm..."

Oathran tried to feel his own body better and hummed again, longer this time. "Hmmmmmmmm..."

"You are the most uncomfortable in this body after all," Cecilia said with a helpless smile.

She knew, of course. For him, this wasn’t just a matter of losing William every time like he always verbalized. It was about the difference in composition.

"You can take it off."

Although as a dragon, he mastered shapeshifting the closest into humanoid form, his body was still the body of a dragon, folding itself into the shape of a human. This ’disguise,’ though, was altering the entire signature from a dragon’s human-like flesh into a human vessel.

Compared to Arkai and Eastiel, the change in composition was the most drastic to Oathran. Theoretically, he was the strongest species and the furthest from humans in this tent. The amount of compressed power was beyond his own humanoid shapeshifting capability.

That alone already felt like compressing and purifying coarse iron sand into iron ingots.

While this... this was like forging and tempering a raw material into a sword.

"It’s fine. In that world, it doesn’t feel that weird," Oathran said. "Perhaps because our original alternate self already lived in that world for as long as they lived. But in this world, this is our own body being transformed."

He flexed his fingers, watching the way the uniform sleeve moved without the subtle distortion of scales beneath.

"It is fascinating. Impressive."

Cecilia turned to Arkai and Eastiel, looking them up and down, and nodded in satisfaction. "What about you two? Getting used to it?"

"It’s quite easy for us, it seems," Eastiel answered. His golden eyes tracked her movements. Ah, that signature lazy confidence he had. Quite enhanced by his schoolboy bully persona.

"You’re about to leave for the next preparation, right? Eat first."

She had spent three days in the war camp, waiting for Arkai to return from escorting the Meroron Werefox Tribe. And as soon as he returned, she had decided on the next plan.

Cecilia chuckled. "Alright. We eat first before we leave."

The war tent of House Edengold was sparse, functional, designed for campaign rather than comfort. Desert-born efficiency permeated every arrangement. No wasted space, no decorative excess.

For wars, Eastiel had inherited this aesthetic from generations of dune-raiders who measured worth in water and victory, not gold trim.

Cecilia and her husbands sat cross-legged on a woven mat, a low campaign table before them.

The fare was simple, flatbread baked hard enough to survive saddlebags, a lentil stew thick with desert spices that spoke of Edengold’s southern origins, dried dates and figs, and salted goat meat tough enough to challenge her jaw.

Arkai tore into his portion with the same enthusiasm he brought to battle, while Oathran savored his bread, albeit still a bit distracted.

Eastiel, ever the host, had ensured the dates were the good ones. Sticky, honey-sweet, worth the trade routes his family controlled.

"Your mother’s recipe?" Cecilia asked, recognizing the particular blend of cumin and dried lime.

"Grandmother’s. From Father’s side," Eastiel corrected. "She fed three campaigns against countless enemy tribes with this same stew."

This time, it was just the Delanivis Family’s turn

And they were currently unaware that the Golden Lion King was breaking bread in his own war tent while wearing a school uniform. Cecilia filed the absurdity away for later amusement.

She ate mechanically, her attention fractured.

As she tore bread and dipped it, she pulled up her System interface.

She narrowed her eyes...

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