What is this Dimensional Chat???

A surge of energy rippled through the world, so powerful it sent shivers down the spines of those attuned to the supernatural.

"Is Ophis... unleashing her true power?" A voice mused, laced with excitement. "What kind of enemy could force her to do that, except... Oh?"

The energy thickened, pressing against the fabric of reality. The figure chuckled darkly.

"Heh... Hehehehe... Maybe it's time for me to join the fun. I don't know who you are, but I will find you!"

•

Kuoh Academy – Kuoh, Japan

"Boring."

The sunlight streamed through the classroom window, casting a warm glow over the rows of desks. Yet, inside, the atmosphere was anything but lively.

Satria had chosen to attend school in person today instead of using his clone—for the sake of a little peace. Back at home, chaos reigned.

Ophis had been relentlessly assaulting him ever since he revealed his Golden Emperor of Ultra form. To make matters worse, that NEET Dragon had dragged an Evil Dragon into the mix to be her new minion.

Satria sighed. I leave for a few hours, and it's already a madhouse.

A vibration in his pocket pulled him from his thoughts. He pulled out his phone, scrolling through a flood of messages:

— Investors and the Japanese government.

— Publishers of Jiraiya's perverted book.

— The Maou.

— Employees of his newly founded company.

— And lastly… Fatalis.

Curious, he opened a video message and put in his wireless headset. The screen lit up with Crom in a sailor uniform, dancing and singing an annoyingly catchy song. Meanwhile, Dawn sat in the background, watching in complete silence.

The video looped for an hour.

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🎵 Shikanoko nokonoko koshitantan... 🎵

🎵 Shikanoko nokonoko koshitantan... 🎵

🎵 Shikanoko nokonoko koshitantan... 🎵

🎵 Shikanoko nokonoko koshitantan... 🎵

🎵 Shikanoko nokonoko koshitantan... 🎵

Satria: "Zzzz… Please stop 😮‍💨. I swear this song is giving me deer brainrot. I actually feel bad for Crom right now and this meme is so old."

FTS: "Has your soul and heart already converted to 🎵 Shikanoko nokonoko koshitantan 🎵 ?" 😆

Satria: "No 🦌 No Party."

FTS: "We don't have deer 😖! I had to use whatever I could find, and Vaporeon-chan refused to participate. What do you think of Crom's performance?"

Satria: "I can't lie. She looks cute in that uniform… Surprisingly suits her."

FTS: "Right? 😆 Now, go home and play with us!"

Satria: "It's only been seven hours since I left, and I have class. So… nope."

FTS: "Why do you even bother going to school? 🤔 You're way beyond this, and you can just use your clone. Come on~ I can be an animal in bed, and my parents aren't home right now, ya know?"

Satria: "You mean the kind of animal that just wants head pats and snacks? 😑 Sometimes I think spoiling you was a mistake. Also, since when do you have parents?"

FTS: "Nay! What do you take me for?! 😤 For that insult, you must now compliment me five to ten times a day! And remember—school is a scam! The internet said so! Now hurry up and come home to play with me!"

Satria: "Bapalo scam 😑. Sabar ya~ bentar lagi abi pulang kok, ok? Mau dibawain jajan apa, cantik? 😘 Tanya juga yang lain, mau nitip apa."

FTS: "Mau…"

FTS: "Mau Abi di samping Bunda selamanya~ 🥰."

Satria: "Xixixixi… Bisa aja Bunda. Love you 😘."

FTS: "I love you more! 😘😘😘 Oh, and—bring back:

— Okonomiyaki from Sometaro in Tokyo for me.

— Dango for Kiyohime.

— Mixed flavor ice cream for Koneko and Ophis.

— Menchikatsu for Crom.

— Namba Ramen from Osaka for Valiana.

Satria: "Siap, Boss!"

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The final bell rang through the corridors of Kuoh High School, signaling the end of another day.

Satria stretched, yawning as he stood. The history lecture had been a drag, but at least the day was over.

Before he could leave, a familiar voice called out.

"Shin-san!"

Satria turned to see Issei, Asia, and Xenovia approaching him. The blue-haired swordswoman had recently joined Rias' peerage after the shocking revelation about God's death, feeling betrayed by the Church's secrecy.

"Yo, Issei. Survived another day, huh?" Satria smirked. "What's up?"

Issei's usual carefree demeanor was gone. "Do you have any new information about Koneko-chan? It's been a month since that bastard kidnapped her, and we've heard nothing. I can't just sit around while my friend is in danger—no matter what Buchou's brother says!"

Satria crossed his arms, his expression neutral. "I've heard whispers about an organization called the Chaos Brigade—a group of criminals and evil entities who want to bring pure chaos to the world."

Asia's eyes widened. "Chaos… Brigade?"

Xenovia frowned. Something about that name made her uneasy.

Satria continued, "If my intel is correct, he has likely joined them. And if that's the case… he's waiting for the right moment to cause real trouble."

Issei clenched his fists. "That bastard…"

Asia looked worried. "Will Koneko-san be okay?"

Satria exhaled. "Hard to say. I haven't been able to leave this city to confirm anything myself, but what I do know is this: inside that group, there's a Black Cat watching over her."

Issei blinked. "Black Cat?"

"I don't know who they are, but from what I've gathered, they're keeping Koneko safe—for now."

The trio exchanged uneasy glances.

"That's all I can tell you for now," Satria said, adjusting his bag. "I need to head home before my First Lady throws a fit."

Issei and the others followed him. "Wait, Shin-san—!"

They walked side by side, slipping into the easy rhythm of friendship that had formed over the past two months. The school hall buzzed with activity—chatter filled the air, locker doors slammed shut, and Satria's persistent fangirls murmured and giggled from the sidelines, much to his growing headache.

"Did you hear? Parent Day is coming up soon, Shin-san," Issei said, stretching his arms behind his head. "Man, having your parents sit in class with you? That's beyond embarrassing. Are your parents gonna—?"

He trailed off when he noticed Asia shaking her head at him, her eyes full of silent warning. Issei instantly realized his mistake. He had learned from Sirzechs' Queen about Satria's past—his lack of parents, the painful history he rarely spoke about.

Regret hit him like a brick. Damn it…

But instead of anger, Satria merely smiled. He had already expected them to dig into his history. They weren't as clueless as they sometimes pretended to be.

"It's fine," he said, waving off their concern. "You're both good kids. Bad things happen to everyone. But I don't pray for an easy life. Instead, I pray for strength—the kind that lets me face challenges head-on and come out better than before. There's no point in holding onto grudges or dwelling on the past."

His gaze turned firm.

"As men, we should strive to become more competent, strong enough to handle whatever life throws at us. Even our darkest side."

With that, he ruffled both Issei's and Asia's hair, earning very different reactions.

"Shin-sama, you're so cool! It's like having a big brother!" Asia beamed, clearly enjoying the head pat.

Nearby, girls watching the scene fumed with jealousy.

Issei, on the other hand, turned red. "Oi, oi! We're the same age, Shin-san! Don't treat me like a damn kid—especially in public!"

He groaned, still baffled over how his friend wasn't taking advantage of his popularity. Handsome face, power, charisma—this guy could build a harem in days! Yet, Shin-san acted like he wanted nothing to do with it.

Before he could comment, Xenovia suddenly spoke up.

"You have strength, wisdom, and undeniable power," she said seriously. "I want to bear children with a man like that. Do you ever consider having children with me?"

The hallway went dead silent.

"WHAT?!" Issei's jaw dropped. "Are you serious, Xenovia? You're just going to say that here, of all places?!"

"H-H-Having children?!" Asia turned scarlet, nearly fainting on the spot.

Satria blinked. 'This girl is seriously bold…'

He let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. "I admire your bravery, Xenovia, but my answer is no."

Her brows furrowed. "Why? Is my body not to your liking? Or… is it because I'm weak?"

For a moment, silence stretched between them.

Then, Satria exhaled. "My reason is simple," he said calmly. "There's someone I love waiting for me at home."

The way he said it—with quiet confidence and unwavering devotion—made hearts flutter.

"You should find a man who makes you feel the way she makes me feel," he continued. "Good luck with that."

And then, to top it off, he flashed a smile—the kind that made girls weak in the knees.

'Nope, nope, nope,' he told himself. 'I already have too many mouths to feed in my house. No more girls. No more problems. No more punishments. Leave me alone!'

A chorus of excited squeals erupted from the nearby girls.

"Kyaaaa!!! Shin-sama is so cool!"

"Who's the lucky girl who managed to win his heart?!"

"He's so romantic… I wouldn't mind being his secret lover~"

Xenovia, despite the rejection, simply nodded in understanding. "I see. Thank you for your honesty." Then, with a smirk, she added, "Don't regret it when I end up with someone better than you."

Satria chuckled. "Sure, sure. How about Issei?" He gestured to the Red Dragon Emperor. "He may be annoying, but he's a good guy. He never abandons his friends and family. You could do worse."

"HUH?! Why me?!" Issei panicked. "Dude, are you CRAZY?! You're just gonna pass her off to me?!"

"Hmmm…" Xenovia studied Issei, tapping her chin. "The Red Dragon, huh? He's not a bad choice."

She smirked.

I'll test him later…

As they approached the school gates, a tall, tomboyish beauty stood waiting. She leaned against the gate, arms crossed, her denim jacket slightly unzipped to reveal a fitted shirt underneath.

Her piercing gaze locked onto Satria.

"Why is she here?" Satria muttered, narrowing his eyes. 'Ah… It's already that scene, huh? Time sure flies in this world… But I still don't forgive you. Hmph!'

Valiana waved at him with a smug grin, but Satria turned his head away, his expression set in stubborn defiance. He was still mad at her—for a grave offense.

She ate his Happy Meal last night.

Worse.

She threw away the limited edition toy that came with it.

Unforgivable.

Albion sighed. "This is the man who conquered the Ouroboros? Who's gonna believe this brat is one of the strongest beings in the world?"

Suddenly, Valiana smirked. "Awww, hubby, are you still mad? That's cute~ Makes me want to devour him again."

Satria shivered. That sadistic grin of hers sent a chill down his spine.

"You… Valiana, the White Dragon Empress," Issei muttered, immediately on guard.

Valiana turned toward him with a dangerous glint in her eyes. "What did you just call me?"

Issei gulped as she stepped closer, her aura turning menacing.

"This is the third time we've met, Red Dragon Emperor," she said, her voice low. "And never call me an Empress. I am Valiana, the White Dragon Emperor. If you mess up again, I'll rip your tongue out."

"O-Okay?!" Issei stammered, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. His gaze, however, unconsciously dropped to her chest—an instinct honed by years of perversion.

Her assets were on par with Rias'.

"…Oh, crap."

Ddraig sighed. "We're doomed."

Before Issei could react, Valiana's fist met his face with the force of a freight train.

BAM!

He went flying.

"ISSEI-SAN!" Asia gasped, rushing to heal him.

Meanwhile, Satria just smirked. "Sucks to be you, Issei. I already had my fill of those sexy, delicious—"

He stopped himself.

No need to get cocky.

Valiana cracked her knuckles and smirked. "Hmph. Still conscious? I should fix that."

But before she could move, two figures rushed in from both sides.

Kiba and Xenovia.

Their swords were at her neck.

"That's enough," Kiba said firmly. "I don't know what you're planning, but you're going too far."

"I won't allow you to fight Issei here," Xenovia added with her new sword, Durandal.

Valiana chuckled, completely unfazed. "Oh? You two are seriously threatening me?" She glanced at their swords. "You're trembling. Even your weapons know how outclassed you are."

Neither of them could deny it. Their instincts screamed that she was a monster.

Then—

"Yuuto! Xenovia! Stand down!" A powerful voice cut through the tension.

Rias and Akeno had arrived.

"Ara~ Issei-kun, you're all battered up," Akeno said with a playful smile. "Don't worry. We'll protect you~"

"White Dragon Emperor," Rias said coolly, crossing her arms. "What are you doing here?"

Valiana scoffed, flipping her hair. "Recognizing strength. Acknowledging the power gap between warriors is a mark of a true fighter." She glanced at Kiba and Xenovia with mild amusement. "But honestly, if you struggled against trash and weakling as Kokabiel, you're not even fit to—"

SLAP!

Valiana's head snapped to the side. Blood dripped from the corner of her lips.

She turned back, her expression blank.

Satria was standing there, hand still raised. His cold glare sent a chill down her spine.

"Shin…" Rias murmured in shock.

"Not bad," Valiana muttered, wiping the blood from her lip. "To actually damage me, even a little… That's impressive. But tell me…"

Her eyes narrowed.

"Why did you hit me?"

Satria's tone was calm, but his eyes burned.

"You pissed me off."

Valiana raised an eyebrow.

"Kokabiel may be many things," he continued, "but he is not trash. Say that again in front of me, and you'd better be ready to back it up."

The weight in his voice made even Valiana pause.

After a long moment, she smirked. "Fine. I'll let that one slide. But Issei Hyoudo…"

She turned back to the Red Dragon Emperor, who was still recovering from her punch.

"How high do you think you rank in this world?"

Issei blinked. "What…?"

"I'd say your imperfect Balance Breaker puts you somewhere between 1000 to 1500 in terms of power level. Maybe even lower, considering your base stats."

Issei scowled. "What are you getting at?"

Valiana smirked. "Even Sirzechs Lucifer isn't in the top ten." She paused, letting that fact sink in. "But we do know who's at number one. And that rank? It's not changing. For now."

Rias tensed. "You're saying that person is you?"

Valiana laughed. "Me? No. You'll find out soon enough." She shot Rias a sly look. "Train him well. Issei is a valuable player. But remember—no one who gets involved with him has an easy life."

Then, she turned to Satria, her smirk widening.

"And you…"

Satria simply stared at her.

"You're not bad for a human," she admitted. "But compared to the bearers of Sacred Gears? You're still lacking." She crossed her arms. "It's a shame. Maybe you were never meant to wield one at all."

Before Satria could reply, Issei stood up.

Don't look down on Shin-san!" Issei stood firm, his voice filled with conviction. "He might not have a Sacred Gear like us, but he's a great fighter and someone I respect from the bottom of my heart!"

Satria blinked.

"Wow. I'm touched, Issei. Didn't know you felt that way about me."

Then, his gaze shifted toward Valiana.

"Now, as for you…"

A smirk tugged at his lips.

It had been far too long since he last put this naughty dragon in her place.

"You want me to be rough, don't you?"

Don't worry, my M-Dragon. I not only would—I absolutely WILL.

Albion groaned. "STOP!!! Stop taunting him, partner! Do you have any idea what he's going to do to us later?!"

'Oh, I know, Albion. That's the best part.'

Valiana's face grew flushed, her lips curling into a dangerous grin.

"Yes… that's the face, Daddy~ It's been so long since you looked at me like a dirty little—"

Albion's mental scream cut her off. "YOU HOPELESS PERVERT! We're doomed! Wake up, idiot!!!"

Before the conversation could devolve further, a booming laugh echoed across the schoolyard.

"HOHOHO~! What's this? All this noise just for my precious daughter?"

An old man in a hakama appeared before them, stroking his beard with an exaggerated fatherly expression.

Valiana's entire body stiffened.

"Who the hell is he?" Issei whispered to Rias.

"Azazel," she answered, eyes narrowing. "The leader of the Fallen Angels."

"Wait, hold on—Daughter?!" Issei's brain short-circuited.

Azazel sighed dramatically. "To see my dear Valiana finally approaching a man she's interested in... sniff... it makes this old man proud yet heartbroken at the same time."

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH, AZAZEL!" Valiana exploded, her face a mix of rage and pure panic. "I am NOT your daughter! And I have absolutely NO interest in clowns like—"

She froze.

Because she suddenly remembered who else was standing there.

Her husband.

Satria.

And he had heard every word.

Her blood ran cold.

Slowly, she turned her head toward him.

Satria stood still, silent.

His glossy, teary eyes shimmered under the sunlight.

His posture slumped, his hands fidgeting with his shirt.

His head tilted ever so slightly, making him look small and vulnerable.

He looked hurt.

Oh… no.

Oh, shit.

Before anyone could say another word, Satria jumped over the school gates and ran.

Everyone watched in stunned silence.

"...Where the hell is he going?!" Issei blurted out.

Azazel sighed. "Tsk. I wanted to talk to him at least once. And you…" He turned to Valiana. "You're not running off again, young lady. Last time, you disappeared for a whole month."

"I am NOT a pawn you can control, Azazel!" Valiana snapped, her tone defiant. "I go where I want. And right now—"

Her body glowed as she activated Balance Breaker.

"I have something important to do."

With a burst of energy, she vanished.

Azazel groaned, rubbing his temples.

"That girl… has she entered a rebellious phase?" He let out a long, tired sigh. "How troublesome."

Then, he turned back to Rias and her peerage.

"Anyway… Sirzechs' little sister and her crew, you're coming with me."

•

"I'm not angry…" Satria's voice trembled as he wiped his eyes. "I'm in pain. And you put me here. The person who's supposed to love me is—" His voice cracked.

"Huaaaa!!!"

A dramatic wail filled the room.

"Tch, tch, tch." Fatalis shook her head. "Valiana-chan, you took this too far. You know he has a fragile heart."

Valiana winced. "I-I didn't mean—"

"It's okay, Danna-sama." Kiyohime smiled warmly, gently patting Satria's head. "Valiana-san wasn't ashamed of you. She's very proud to have you as her husband."

"Kiyohime-san is right, Senpai." Another voice chimed in—one of his devoted companions. "Not just her, but all of us. It was just a slip of the tongue, right, Valiana-san?"

"You're perfect the way you are, my chosen one."

"Auuu~!!!"

"Nya-Nya-Nya!"

Crom sat in the corner, arms crossed, tail flicking in frustration.

All of this… this ridiculous display of affection… was a nightmare.

Watching this insufferable human being coddled by powerful beings—beings that should be ruling the world, not playing house—was a harsh reminder of emotions she neither understood nor desired.

At first, she was shocked by the sheer power gathered in this place.

Ouroboros. Albion. Kiyohime. The twin wolf beasts radiate immense energy. That weird, eldritch tentacle monster with its unexplained power.

And worst of all…

Fatalis.

Her big sister.

Yet, despite all of them being here, the one leading this ridiculous pack…

Was this idiot chicken.

Crom scowled.

"What the heck?!" Her claws twitched with irritation. "Are you telling me this spoiled brat is the same man who defeated us?! Can you all stop this?! You're spoiling him too much!!!"

Fatalis snapped her fingers, making Crom flinch.

"What are you saying, Crom?! As his family, we must cheer him up when his spirit is down!" Fatalis scolded, giving her a sharp look. "Where's your maternal instinct?"

Crom's eye twitched. "M-Maternal instinct?! Big Sis, how the hell am I supposed to have that?! We're dragons—we're cold-blooded! And besides, what the hell do you all see in this guy?!" She pointed to an accusatory claw at Satria, who was still sulking in Valiana's arms. "He doesn't even show the qualities of an Alpha!"

Fatalis smirked, shaking her head.

"Crom-chan, you have a lot to learn. Never judge someone just by their cover. Sure, he acts like a puppy, but…" She leaned in with a knowing grin.

"His power is beyond the puppy."

Crom blinked.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"

Meanwhile, Valiana sighed, her expression softening.

"Hubby…" She cupped Satria's cheeks, forcing him to look at her. "I deeply apologize for what I said earlier. You know how much I love you, right?"

Satria pouted, crossing his arms. He was still a little mad… but he nodded.

A mischievous glint flickered in Valiana's eyes.

"Then… do you want to forgive me?" She leaned in close, her lips brushing his ear. "If you do… I'll do whatever you want for a whole day."

Satria's ears perked up.

"Really?!"

Valiana smirked and nodded.

"Okay, you're forgiven!" In an instant, Satria jumped into her arms, grinning like an idiot. "Now hug me, my beautiful White Dragon!"

Valiana chuckled, wrapping her arms around him.

They were finally back to normal.

As Satria enjoyed his victory, his gaze casually drifted toward the still-sulking Crom.

"Yo, Crom!" He suddenly grinned.

The dragon woman's eye twitched. "What do you want?"

"I saw your PokPok dancing video."

Crom froze.

Silence.

A deadly silence.

Then—

"You are surprisingly adorable, for Evil Dragon." Satria continued with a wink. "LOL!"

Crom choked on air.

"You—" Her tail spiked in agitation. "You saw that?!"

Satria beamed. "Yup! You're so cute when you dance! Maybe you should post more!"

A growl rumbled in Crom's throat, her entire body shaking with a mix of rage and pure humiliation.

"You… you BASTARD!" She pointed a clawed finger at him, eyes glowing with fury.

"I DON'T NEED PRAISE FROM A MAN!" Her voice boomed like a dragon's roar. "Especially a weak man like you!!!"

Satria's smirk turned mocking.

"Weak?" He tilted his head. "Have you already forgotten who kicked your ass?"

Crom's teeth gritted.

"And not only that… who healed you back to your prime?" He leaned in, voice dripping with amusement. "A little gratitude wouldn't hurt, you know?"

Crom snarled.

"You…" Her claws dug into the ground, eyes glowing with fury.

Satria's smirk widened.

"Do you need a reminder?"

Crom snapped.

"BRING IT ON, YOU BASTARD!!!"

She lunged forward, eyes burning with the fire of war.

"I WILL NEVER SUBMIT TO A CRYBABY LIKE YOU!!!"

•

A private island—untouched by human civilization, hidden near Oceania. The vast land was beautiful and pristine, large enough to build a small country.

And today, it served as the battlefield for an earth-shaking rematch.

Crom Cruach smirked, standing tall in her humanoid form. "Ready? I'm hungry for payback." Her eyes gleamed with battlelust. "This time, I'll crush you without hesitation!"

With a burst of power, she transformed, her enormous dragon form looming over Satria. The ground trembled beneath her as she roared, wings spread wide.

"Show me your true power!"

Satria smirked. "Alright then… Let's dance."

With a flick of his wrist, a deck of cards materialized, circling behind him like a halo.

"Golden Platinum!"

A new Stand emerged beside him—a magnificent figure, its color shifting from black to gold, radiating an overwhelming aura of dominance.

Crom narrowed her eyes. Something felt off.

Her instincts—honed from centuries of battle—screamed at her.

There was another presence.

Something… unseen.

But she didn't hesitate. She launched herself forward, claws bared, the wind shattering from the force of her charge.

"GRAAAAAA!!"

Her punch met an invisible force, sending shockwaves through the island. She pushed, but something pushed back—an overwhelming power that threatened to overpower even her dragonic strength.

Satria merely crossed his arms, smirking.

That cocky expression infuriated her.

Her dragonic aura flared, igniting into primal flames as she imbued it into her fists. "Take this!"

But before she could land a solid hit—

A barrage of punches, thousands of them, rained down from nowhere, striking her in an instant.

"What?!" Crom staggered back, body shaking. "Is this—?!"

Her rage exploded.

"Then taste my flames!" Her body ignited with purple-hot fire, the very flames that surpassed even Ddraig's. "Dragonic—"

But before she could unleash her devastating attack—

Satria lifted a single card, its surface glowing with arcane runes.

"Grand Magus Spell: Albion."

The card shimmered, and suddenly—

"Divide! Divide! Divide!"

Crom's eyes widened in shock.

Her power was halved. Again. And again.

"W-What?! You're using Albion's power?!"

Albion's voice echoed in outrage. "That's our ability! How is this possible?!"

Valiana, however, was grinning. "Magnificent~ My husband using my power~ I'm honored."

Satria raised his hand, the golden glow of his Stand intensifying.

"Nothing is impossible before the Golden Emperor." He smirked. "And now… it's over."

Another card materialized in his hand—this time, with Crom's face on it.

"Spell Steal!"

The card dissolved, and suddenly—

The very attack Crom was about to unleash… now burned in Satria's hands.

The white-hot dragonic flames gathered in his palm, aimed right at her.

Crom's eyes widened in rage.

"You—YOU DAMN COPYCAT!!!"

Satria's smirk deepened. "Surrender now, or—"

"DO IT!" Crom growled, refusing to back down. "I don't want mercy from an enemy!"

"Fine."

He unleashed the stolen attack—stronger than the one she had prepared. The sky turned crimson as the flames surged forward like a tidal wave of destruction.

Crom braced herself.

'Sorry, Sis… It's the end.'

Before the flames could land—

A dark blade sliced through them, splitting the massive attack in two, diverting it harmlessly away.

Satria blinked.

Standing before the impact zone was Fatalis, her Dark Calibur glowing ominously.

"You idiot!" She snapped at Crom. "I didn't give you permission to throw your life away!"

Crom winced. "B-But—!"

"And you—" Fatalis turned her glare to Satria. "Overdoing it, dear."

Satria shrugged, unconcerned. "She asked for it."

Then he paused. He glanced at Fatalis.

Then back at Crom.

Then back at Fatalis again.

His brows furrowed.

"Wait a second…" His expression twisted in confusion. "This may be late... Weren't Crom a dude before?"

Fatalis smirked. "Why does it matter, dear?"

Ophis, who had been munching on a snack nearby, chimed in with a poker face. "It's normal for dragons to change gender."

Satria stared.

"…Wait. You can do that too?"

Ophis casually nodded. "Yes."

Satria sighed, rubbing his temples. "Great. Weird knowledge increased again."

Kiyohime tilted her head, her voice gentle yet curious. "What will you do with her, Danna-sama?"

Satria stepped forward, his eyes locked onto Crom's defiant gaze.

Crom gritted her teeth. Despite her pain, she refused to fall before him.

"Ugh… So this is why they follow you…" she muttered, her breath ragged. "You're so strong… Who are you really?"

Satria smirked, crossing his arms. "Hahaha! You're still trying to stand?"

Crom hissed, frustration boiling inside her. Never. Never had she been underestimated like this—especially by an idiot like him.

Satria's smirk faded. His expression softened.

"I'd hate to see a friend of my wife die here," he said, extending his hand toward her. His golden aura flickered, warm yet commanding. "If you still want to fight and grow stronger… then—"

His eyes locked onto hers with unwavering confidence.

"Join our family, Crom Cruach."

•

One Hour Later…

A soft hum of contentment filled the air.

Crom lay against Satria's chest, her head resting above his steady heartbeat. His arms wrapped around her in a way that felt protective, secure—something she never thought she'd experience.

The faint scent of roses mixed with his cologne, creating a strangely intoxicating blend. It was… comforting.

"Comfortable?" His voice was a quiet murmur, the kind that sent warmth down her spine.

Crom buried her face against his shirt, refusing to meet his gaze.

"Very," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

'I could stay like this forever…'

But that peace didn't last long.

"NEVER SUBMIT, MY ASS!"

A sudden yank ripped Crom from Satria's embrace, sending her tumbling onto the couch.

"It's my turn now!"

Standing triumphantly in her place was Valiana, hands on her hips, glaring at the former Evil Dragon.

"NOOOO!!" Crom wailed, reaching for Satria like a lost puppy. "Don't separate me from my Alpha!"

Valiana huffed, flipping her silver hair over her shoulder. "Alpha, my ass! He's MY husband, you dumb lizard!"

The two glared at each other, sparks practically flying.

Then—

A bright flash of light filled the room, and the moment it faded, a brown-haired teenager in adventurer gear stood in the middle of the living room, his eyes scanning the absurd scene before him.

"Yo, Satria! I'm here to—"

His words died in his throat as his gaze landed on the group of gorgeous women surrounding his friend.

A deadly silence fell upon the room.

Then, his face twisted in frustration.

"HOLY SHIT! YOU DAMNED HAREM PROTAGONIST!" he shouted, his voice full of betrayal. "WHAT IS WITH ALL THESE PRETTY GIRLS AROUND YOU?! DAMN IT ALL!!!"

Before he could vent any further—

A blade appeared near his throat.

Kiyohime had summoned her naginata, her expression calm yet deadly.

"Are you an intruder?" she asked, her voice icy cold.

Kazuma froze, sweat rolling down his neck.

"How did you enter this house?" Valiana narrowed her eyes, already preparing her Half-Dimension, ready to erase him from existence. "Answer truthfully, and I will grant you a painless death."

"Strange," Ophis muttered, staring at him with unreadable eyes. "I already strengthened the barrier in this house. No one weaker than me should be able to pass through it."

Her dark gaze narrowed.

"Are you hiding your true power, like him?"

Kazuma turned pale. "W-Wait! Hold on!" He frantically waved his hands in surrender.

"I'm a friend of Satria-sama! Just a low-rank adventurer from Axel! I swear I have no ulterior motives, ma'am!"

Kiyohime glanced at her husband for confirmation.

Satria grinned.

"It's true," he said, clapping Kazuma's back. "Welcome to my slumber DxD party, my friend!"

The girls still looked skeptical, but Satria dramatically gestured toward his guest.

"Ladies, allow me to introduce this wonderful gentleman!"

Kazuma blinked.

Satria spread his arms wide, his voice filled with theatrical flair.

"He is the Leader of Shadow Garden! The Darkness of the Cosmos Itself! A man who lives by the principles of gender equality!"

Kazuma's face paled. "Wait—"

"When you mess with him, even if you're a woman," Satria continued, "prepare to be humiliated by his EVIL SCHEMES… or kicked in the ass by his ULTIMATE POWER!"

Kazuma felt a shiver go down his spine.

"His name is… LORD KAZUMA!!!"

A tense silence followed.

The girls exchanged curious glances, intrigued.

Valiana cracked her knuckles. "A man who doesn't hesitate to fight women?" A mischievous smirk curled on her lips. "Interesting."

Crom gave a calculating look. "Shall we test his skills, then?" Her eyes gleamed, ready to throw down.

Kazuma turned completely pale.

"W-WHAT?! HOLD ON A DAMN SECOND!"

To be continued…