After removing those who weren't participating, Souta sent 1 point to each of the remaining six members.
Then, using his matter-creation ability, he manifested six slips of paper—three marked with "Lucky Draw" and three with "Unlucky."
He uploaded these slips to the marketplace.
Since the system notifies everyone when new items are uploaded, he didn't need to say anything in the group chat—the moment they went live, they were snatched up.
Six points instantly showed up in his system balance.
Souta: "What, are you all refugees? Why the mad dash?"
Rin Tohsaka: "Easy for you to say! If your slot hadn't been pre-assigned, you'd have raced for it too!"
Souta: "Fair enough, I won't deny that."
Shinobu: "I drew 'Unlucky.' What does that mean?"
Chelsea: "Same here. I drew it too. Why does it feel kinda offensive? Am I imagining things?"
Rin Tohsaka: "Mine says 'Lucky Draw'—so did I win or not?"
Rin Tohsaka: "Hm? What's with that reaction?"
Souta: "I'm shocked! You didn't mess up at a crucial moment for once."
Rin Tohsaka: "Ugh, what kind of impression do you even have of me?"
Rin Tohsaka: "So 'Lucky Draw' means I won?"
Illya: "Nooo! Rin beat me to it!"
Rin Tohsaka: "Oh my~ Illya, did you draw 'Unlucky'? Poor thing~"
Illya: "Don't get too cocky, Rin!"
Rin Tohsaka: "Ah, the barking of the defeated~ Never gets old."
Illya: "Hmph! You're going on a mission, right? I'll be sure to tattle to your teachers and say you're skipping school just to mess around!"
Rin Tohsaka: "Wait, what kind of petty nonsense is this!? Can't win, so you start throwing rocks? You a kid or something?"
Illya: "Yep, I'm a kid~"
Illya: "Big bro loves girls with petite builds, so I'll always stay a kid."
Rin Tohsaka: "@Souta. You pervert!"
Are these two conspiring to ruin me? What did I do? I'm catching strays out of nowhere!
Altair: "Sounds like I won too! Mine says 'Lucky Draw.'"
Shinobu: "@Souta. What does 'Unlucky' mean? Explain yourself."
Souta: "It's just a game term—like drawing the short straw. Means your luck's on vacation."
Shinobu: "Why call it that? Sounds random."
Souta: "It's just a silly way to say you missed the mark. Think of it like rolling a one in a dice game. No big deal."
Chelsea: "Even though I wasn't planning to join... it still stings not to win."
Souta: "Chelsea, how's your myth-writing project going?"
Chelsea: "I've translated the materials into the Empire's language and handed them off to the leader of Path of Peace. He and some scribes have started drafting. Shouldn't take long to get a new mythos framework in place."
Souta: "Great. Let me know when it's done. I'll come check it out."
Altair: "Right, we had three winners. Besides me and Rin, who's the third?"
Athena: "I drew the 'Lucky Draw' slip."
Souta: "Oh? That's a surprise—Athena, you're interested in this too?"
Athena: "I am quite curious about foreign worlds."
Athena: "And I'm also intrigued by you as a fellow god. How do gods of other worlds differ from me? As the goddess of wisdom, my thirst for knowledge is quite intense."
Souta: "Send me an invite first. Otherwise, I'll have to spend points on a travel card to reach your world."
[Athena invites you to her world. Accept?]
That was fast... Souta blinked.
No hesitation? Not worried about letting a wolf into the house?
Then again, in her world, the Heretic Gods are top-tier. Maybe she assumes no one in the group can surpass her.
Made sense. She hadn't been humbled by the wider world yet.
Souta: "I'm heading out to pick someone up. Rin, Altair—hang tight a bit."
Rin Tohsaka: "Got it."
Altair: "Perfect timing—I'll handle a few things with Setsuna."
Seeing no objections, Souta put away his phone.
Nezuko looked up at him.
Nezuko: "Divine One, are you leaving?"
Souta: "Yeah. I'll be back soon. Just going to retrieve someone. Don't forget to send me an invite—otherwise, I'll need a travel card again."
Nezuko: "Mm. I'll remember."
She nodded seriously, but her expression quickly shifted—haunted by thoughts of her family.
Souta walked over and gently placed a hand on her head, softly ruffling her hair with a warm smile.
Souta: "It's okay. Leave everything to me."
At 153cm, Nezuko was a full 30cm shorter than Souta—his hand fit perfectly on her head. It made him want to keep patting her.
It wasn't until Tanjiro shot him a look that he awkwardly pulled his hand back.
Souta: "Tanjiro, about the resurrection... don't overthink it for now. Just let it happen naturally."
Tanjiro, clearly torn but unsure what to ask, finally relaxed when Souta gave him a reassuring shoulder pat.
Tanjiro: "I understand... Sorry. The moment I heard the word 'resurrection,' I panicked... But no matter what happens, I'll always be grateful!"
Souta: "I'm heading off now. Remember—not a word about this to outsiders. It could cause major trouble."
With that, he turned and glanced at Urokodaki.
Through the Tengu mask, Souta could see the old man's conflicted expression—like he wanted to ask for something but couldn't find the words.
He's probably thinking of asking for his disciples to be revived. But we're strangers, and he's too reserved to ask.
Souta didn't bring it up either. If resurrection proved easy in this world, he wouldn't mind helping.
But... all of Urokodaki's disciples were eaten by the Hand Demon. Not even a trace of their bodies remains.
Their original bodies were beyond recovery.
To revive them, he'd have to create new ones from scratch.
And he wasn't sure if a soul could just be inserted into a random vessel and function normally. That would need testing.
So he promised nothing.
Souta (mentally): "System, return."
A white light surrounded his body—and with that, he vanished from the cabin.
PS: Ignore if it sounds a bit weird, ran into some racism stuff.