I Think This Gacha Machine Can Make Anything Real

“Ouka, I want a big apple.” A thought, and a card materializes. Swipe. “Here, your big apple.” “I also want an atomic bomb.” Draw a card… swipe… “Here, your atomic bomb.” “I also want a pretty girlfriend…” “Fine, fine, here you go. Treat her well…” “I want the most powerful divine weapon in the world, the kind that can cleave a god in two.” “Swipe… Wait, are you trying to cleave me in two?” “Hehe…” Ouka’s face darkened. He hid the card-drawing device on his wrist and stopped showing off. In a deserted corner, Ouka drew a card bearing a picture of the starry sky. Come forth, my universe…