What is this Dimensional Chat???

Satria Mansion

Kuoh, Japan

"Well... this was an unexpected matchup."

Satria stood with his arms crossed, watching the fierce-looking young man before him. The stranger had spiky, silver-grey hair and a body honed to perfection, his sharp gaze scanning the surroundings like a predator assessing its next prey. Beside him was a strikingly beautiful silver-haired elf, her eyes filled with innocence and kindness—an odd contrast to her companion's raw intensity.

The elf stepped forward, concern evident in her voice.

"Are you a Hero Hunter? Why did you join this mission in your current condition?"

The silver-haired warrior scoffed. "It's none of your business, woman! I'm perfectly fine. You don't need to worry about me."

"Fine? You're covered in injuries! It's a miracle you're even standing. Please, let me check your body first, Hero Hunter-kun."

"Tch! As if a tiny girl like you can do anything. Stay back."

"Why? Do you hate me?"

"...No."

"Then?"

"..."

"Tch, tch. How are you supposed to get a girlfriend when you're this aggressive towards women, Garou-kun?" The amused voice came from Satria, who shook his head with mock disappointment. "Your senpai is very disappointed..."

Before another word could be spoken, Garou lunged at Satria with feral intensity, his movements fluid yet unpredictable. He adapted on the spot, absorbing Satria's techniques and countering them almost immediately. The ground cracked beneath their feet, shockwaves rippling through the air as they exchanged blows with terrifying speed.

Satria's grin widened. "Finally! A real martial artist! I was getting bored fighting people who rely on weapons or magic. Show me what you've got, Garou!"

"Don't underestimate me, bastard!" Garou growled. "I know you're holding back—so stop insulting me and get serious, or I'll make you regret it!"

Their battle escalated, movements becoming a whirlwind of sheer technique and skill. Every punch and kick was met with an equally precise counter. Their bodies weaved through the air, striking and evading in a deadly dance. The sheer intensity left onlookers speechless.

"W-What is wrong with these two? We have to stop them!" the elf girl exclaimed.

A playful chuckle came from a nearby woman—Fatalis—who casually tapped the elf's shoulder. "Relax, Emilia-chan. For men, sometimes fists do the talking. Just watch."

"Wait—how do you know my name?"

"Hubby is..."

"They're equal in skills?!"

"Our usual nonchalant senpai... he's actually enjoying himself in a fight?"

"They're smiling? Who is that guy?"

"He's human, like hubby, but... something about him is different. If he keeps evolving, he could become one of the strongest beings in this world," Fatalis mused.

Crom Cruach, a mighty dragon warrior, frowned. "How can humans reach that level?!" Yet as she watched, she couldn't shake the feeling that Satria had barely scratched the surface of his power. 'Damn it... I want to see his true strength. What kind of monster is hiding behind that laid-back personality?'

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, both fighters leaped back, landing on the fractured battlefield.

Breathing heavily, Garou wiped a trickle of blood from his lip and smirked. "Not bad."

Satria nodded, respect evident in his expression. "You exceeded my expectations, Garou. But remember—strength isn't just about power. It's about knowing when to use it."

"Tch! Don't start with that lecture crap. You sound just like that old man." Garou took his stance again, eyes sharp. "And don't act like you're superior to me. If you're not going all out, then I'll just beat the truth out of you!"

Satria grinned. "Alright... let me show you something fun. The real question is—"

His figure blurred.

"—can you keep up?"

Before Garou could react, a devastating punch slammed into his abdomen.

"GAH—!!!"

His body jerked, eyes widening in pure shock. 'Too fast!' His mind screamed as pain erupted through his torso. 'I didn't even see him move—what kind of monster is he?!'

His consciousness slipped before he could even counter.

Crom Cruach stood frozen, eyes unblinking. 'I... I couldn't see it. I—Crom Cruach—couldn't even process what just happened.'

Beside her, another onlooker whispered in disbelief, "So... this is what Naruto-san meant. Speed that surpasses raw power renders any strength useless."

"Yada-yada... and this is why DC keeps nerfing the Flash." Satria sighed, cracking his knuckles with mild disappointment. "Damn. That was too quick. I wanted to play a little longer." His eyes flickered with hidden ambition as he muttered under his breath, "I can still get faster. But no rush. In the end... that chair will be mine."

•

Hours had passed. Emilia sat beside the resting form of the so-called Hero Hunter, exhaustion tugging at her limbs. She had poured all her effort into healing him, weaving magic infused with both skill and compassion. Each spell drained her energy, but she refused to stop—her determination unwavering.

Finally, as she rose to her feet, a faint groan reached her ears. The young man, his body marked with fresh scars, stirred. His eyes fluttered open, hazy with confusion, before settling on Emilia.

"Where... am I?" His voice was hoarse, as if awakening from a long dream. Then, as clarity returned, he groaned. "Tch. Yeah... I've been having weird dreams lately. First, that stupid chat group, and now getting my ass handed to me by that damn bastard."

Emilia leaned forward, relief evident in her expression. "Hero Hunter-kun! You're awake!" She clasped her hands together, her silver hair catching the light. "How are you feeling?"

Garou sat up slowly, his body tensing as if expecting pain—but there was none. His fingers ghosted over his once-wounded torso, and his wild eyes widened in disbelief.

"My wounds… gone?" He clenched and unclenched his fists, testing his mobility. "Even the pain… completely disappeared?"

Emilia smiled, warmth radiating from her. "Thank goodness. I was worried all my effort would be in vain."

Garou turned to her, something unreadable flickering in his gaze. "You… You're the one who healed me?"

She nodded shyly. "Y-Yes. I'm sorry for touching you without permission, Hero Hunter-kun. I just—" Her words faltered as she fully took in his appearance. His well-toned body, a testament to years of grueling martial arts training, was now unmarked by injuries. His sharp features, rebellious yet undeniably handsome, exuded a fierce presence.

A faint blush crept onto Emilia's cheeks.

Garou, on the other hand, felt a strange sensation creeping up his spine. 'She looks like a character straight out of an anime or fantasy movie…' he thought before snapping out of it. 'No! I don't have time for this! Focus, Garou!'

Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself, regaining his usual composed demeanor. "Garou," he said at last, his voice steady. "That's my name. And you?"

Emilia beamed. "My name is Emilia. So… Garou-kun, huh? I'm pleased to meet you. Let's be friends from now on." She held out a glass of water with a gentle smile. "Here, have something to drink before you leave the room."

Garou blinked, slightly taken aback. "Friends?"

He hesitated, then awkwardly accepted the drink. "Y-Yeah… sure. Thanks, Emilia."

As he took a sip, his face heated. It was subtle, but he could feel it—his ears growing warm, his pulse slightly quicker. 'Damn it. What the hell's wrong with me? This is just water!'

Emilia giggled softly, watching his reaction with amusement.

'He's not as scary as he tries to be,' she thought, studying his expression. 'In the chat group, he acts like a lone wolf, but deep down, I can tell he's not a bad person. There must be a reason he carries himself like a delinquent…'

A spark of determination lit up in her eyes. 'If I can be his friend… maybe I can help him find a better path.'

"Garou-kun," she said gently, "you're welcome to talk with me anytime."

Garou averted his gaze, clicking his tongue. "Tch… do whatever you want."

But his blush betrayed him.

•

Just outside the room, two figures stood in the dimly lit hallway, their ears pressed against the door. Satria and Fatalis listened intently to the conversation unfolding inside, their expressions a mix of amusement and curiosity.

A smirk played on Fatalis' lips as she leaned closer. "What an unexpected development… The ship is sailing, Captain," she whispered, warmth blooming in her chest.

Satria sighed, shaking his head. "I feel bad for that guy, though," he muttered. "From what we know, the real protagonist hasn't even shown up in Emilia's world yet. Imagine his face when he sees the woman he's madly in love with getting close to another man." His lips pressed into a thin line. "Not gonna lie, that's gotta sting."

A mischievous glint flashed in Fatalis' eyes. "I don't know… but honestly, who cares?" She shrugged dramatically. "Love is war, Satria! And in war, only the strongest claim victory!" She tapped her chin thoughtfully before turning to him with a teasing grin. "How about we make a bet, puppy? I'll put my chips on Garou over Subaru."

Satria frowned. "What kind of scam are you running here? That's not even a fair bet—that's straight-up overkill!"

"Well, that's what makes it fun," she said, her tone dripping with amusement. "Besides, I'm already generous enough to let you bet on the MC."

"Tch, forget it. I'm not getting involved in this nonsense." Satria stepped away from the door with a shake of his head. "We should leave them alone and let the youngsters enjoy their moment."

Fatalis trailed behind him, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. 'Youngsters?' She stifled a chuckle. 'Has he forgotten Emilia's real age?'

Her red eyes sparkled with mischief as she gazed at Satria's retreating figure. 'He acts so mature sometimes… my little puppy is just too adorable.'

And with that, the two left, allowing fate—and perhaps a little chaos—to unfold behind them.

•

Kuoh Academy

The long-awaited Parents' Day had arrived—a time when families gathered to observe their children in the classroom.

Of course, in Satria's household, this simple school event had somehow escalated into a full-blown conflict. His wives had fiercely debated who would take on the role of his guardian for the event, each determined to claim the coveted spot. After much negotiation (read: chaos), a conclusion was finally reached.

Now, as Satria sat in class, he sighed, already feeling the headache coming.

"Creative English Learning"

"Alright, everyone! Today, we're going to use our Papier-Mâché to create anything you want!" The eccentric English teacher struck a dramatic pose. "Just take whatever image pops into your head and bring it to life! It could be an animal, a person, a house—this is all part of learning English!"

Satria sighed again, rubbing his temples. 'Since when did playing with Play-Doh count as learning English?'

"Let's try!" the teacher declared with a flourish, striking yet another questionably artistic pose.

Satria looked around, contemplating what to make. His gaze landed on Issei, and he could already predict what kind of nonsense the pervert would sculpt. The funniest part? Issei's parents weren't even watching him. Instead, they were cheering on Asia, showering her with encouragement. "Can't blame them," Satria thought. "She's a bundle of sunshine compared to their actual son."

He turned his head slightly—only to freeze.

Behind him, three breathtaking women sat together, their eyes locked onto him.

His guardians.

Fatalis had her hair pulled back into a high ponytail, the loose strands framing her sharp jawline and emphasizing her piercing gaze. Despite the busy environment, her makeup was flawless, subtly enhancing her natural beauty. Dressed in a sleek black suit with a leather briefcase resting beside her, she exuded the aura of a high-ranking corporate executive.

Kiyohime, in contrast, embraced a more traditional elegance. She wore a stunning red kimono, the vibrant fabric emphasizing the passionate intensity in her eyes. Her poised demeanor gave her the air of a noblewoman, but those who knew her well understood the dangerous possessiveness hidden beneath her gentle smile.

Crom Cruach was the wild card. Draped in a gothic black suit, her aura carried an air of mystery and raw power. With her striking blonde hair and draconic presence, she looked every bit like a general overseeing a battlefield.

Their combined presence made them impossible to ignore.

And unfortunately for Satria, they weren't planning on being ignored.

"Sat—I mean, Shin-chan!" Fatalis called out enthusiastically, her voice brimming with affection. "Look this way! Ahhh, my little boy looks so handsome and cute right now!" She eagerly snapped photos from every angle, her camera clicking nonstop.

"Ara, ara~," Kiyohime chimed in, a sly smile on her lips. "It seems our little darling is behaving himself at school. Such a good boy."

Crom Cruach, arms crossed, exhaled sharply. "Big sis, you need to stop. Look at him—our Alpha's facade is crumbling thanks to you."

Satria, meanwhile, had buried his face in the table, shaping his clay with the last shreds of his dignity. "Why are all three of you here?!" he screamed internally. "The cool, mysterious image I worked so hard to maintain is about to shatter! They sound like doting mothers!"

The class, of course, was in absolute shock.

All around the room, students gawked, their mouths hanging open in disbelief. The murmurs started almost instantly.

"No way...!"

"Shin-san actually brought three unbelievably gorgeous women with him?!"

"I know Kiyohime-san, but who are the other two?"

Amidst the whispering, one particular student was practically foaming at the mouth—Issei Hyoudou.

"Oi, oi, oi! What is this?!" he hissed, gripping his Play-Doh like it had personally offended him. "Since when did Shin-san have a harem of god-tier beauties?!"

But before he could rant further, his Sacred Gear pulsed.

"No... No... It can't be...!"

"Ddraig?" Issei asked, noticing the dragon's unusual reaction.

"I can feel it..." The Welsh Dragon's voice rumbled with deep disbelief. "Dragon power. Strong ones. And they're with Shin.*"

Issei's eyes widened. "Wait... what? You mean they're dragons?"

"I don't know who the blue-haired one is, but the blonde..." Ddraig paused, almost as if struggling to accept reality. "Her power... It's identical to that noisy bastard's..."

"Noisy bastard?" Issei blinked. "Wait, are you saying she's connected to—"

"Impossible!" Ddraig interrupted, her voice filled with stunned frustration. "That man would never willingly follow anyone, especially a human! And yet... how does she have his power?"

Issei swallowed hard. It was one thing to have beautiful women around Shin, but powerful Dragon-level beings? That was insane.

And yet, there they were—three overwhelming presences gathered in one place, all for the Ice Prince of Kuoh Academy.

Ddraig, still grumbling, turned inward with her thoughts. 'How does he have a connection with beings like them? I need to find out... No, I would have found out, if that damn guy hadn't sealed me in this Sacred Gear!' Her frustration deepened as she remembered how he had rudely interfered in her battle with Albion and then sealed her away.

Meanwhile, Issei was barely paying attention to his clay project, still trying to wrap his head around the situation.

The classroom erupted into chaos when Issei finally finished his masterpiece.

A beautifully sculpted nude figure of Rias Gremory.

"Oi, Hyoudou! I'll pay you 10,000 yen for it!"

"Make me one of Akeno-senpai next!"

"Damn, this guy's got skills!"

Students crowded around, throwing offers like it was an art auction. Issei puffed up his chest, feeling oddly proud. "Heh, behold the power of my artistic passion!"

Satria, sitting nearby, sighed heavily. "I should've expected this."

Unlike Issei, Satria had no intention of crafting anything indecent, especially with his wives present. Instead, he had created something completely different—three adorable chibi clay figures resembling Kiyohime, Fatalis, and Crom Cruach.

"Kyaa! That's so cute!"

"Wait… the Ice Prince actually has a soft side?!"

Several girls in class melted at the sight of Satria's work, their obsession with him only growing stronger. Before he knew it, he was completely surrounded by excited classmates.

"Shin-sama, can you make one for me?"

"Are you into cute things? I didn't expect that!"

Feeling cornered, Satria quickly gathered his things and bolted from the room. "This is too much!"

•

After escaping the madness, Satria and his family retreated to his favorite spot at Kuoh Academy—a peaceful area beneath a large cherry blossom tree.

Kiyohime had come prepared, unveiling a beautifully arranged bento box filled with delicious homemade food. She gently picked up a piece of katsu curry and held it out to him.

"Here, say ahh~"

Satria, feeling a bit flustered, took a bite. His eyes widened slightly. "This… this is really good."

Kiyohime beamed. "Hehe, I'm so happy you like it, dear~"

Meanwhile, Fatalis was admiring her chibi figurine, turning it over in her hands with a fond smile.

"It looks just like me. Thank you, dear~" she purred before leaning in and placing a gentle kiss on his cheek.

Satria, trying to stay composed, scratched his cheek. "I'm not that great at this stuff, but I'm glad you like it."

While the others enjoyed the moment, Crom Cruach sat a little apart, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. She had yet to fully integrate into this family dynamic and seemed unsure of how to act.

Fatalis, noticing her unease, spoke up. "Crom? Are you alright?"

The blue-haired Dragon hesitated before addressing Satria directly. "Do you mind if I ask you something?"

Satria, sensing the seriousness in her tone, nodded. "Yeah? What do you want to know?"

Crom Cruach observed Satria carefully, her golden eyes sharp with curiosity. "Do you have a specific goal in this world?" she asked. "From what I see, you're a man of great power—someone who's managed to gather incredibly powerful figures around him. So tell me, what's your ultimate plan?"

Satria leaned back slightly, gazing at the sky as if searching for an answer. Then, with a steady voice filled with conviction, he replied,

"Ultimate plan? I don't have something so grand in mind, Crom. Everything that's happened in my life… it's been a mix of coincidence and blessings. A man doesn't become great by himself—he needs an incredible woman by his side, someone who supports him through every decision. I'm lucky to have that.*

"As for my goal?" He smiled faintly. "It's simple. I want to make sure my family has a good life and a bright future. I want to be a father my children can depend on—someone who supports them in achieving their dreams. And... I want the world to recognize that our family is not to be taken lightly."

Crom absorbed his words, nodding slowly. "I see…" Then, suddenly, a smirk played on her lips. "So, in other words, you want to become an elite global force, subtly controlling the world under the banner of our family?"

"Not bad... Indeed," Fatalis added, crossing her arms with a proud smile.

"Sasuga Satria-sama!" Crom declared, motivated. "Such an ambitious dream! This one is honored to be part of your conquest!"

Satria blinked. "Huh? Mana ada! Ngawur!" (Huh? Where did that come from? That's nonsense!)

He preferred naps, playing, and cuddles over world domination.

Fatalis, however, ignored him, draping an arm over Crom's shoulder with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Don't worry, love. I completely understand your ambition. And as your loyal wives, we'll do everything we can to assist you in achieving it. Right, Crom-chan?"

Then she added with a devilish smirk, "Not only that… we're more than ready to become the mothers of your future children too."

Crom's entire face turned crimson. "W-W-What?! Have children?! Don't joke around, big sis! I... I... I—" She stuttered uncontrollably, her dragon pride clashing with the sudden thought of motherhood.

Before Fatalis could push further, SMACK!

Satria chopped her on the head, halting her teasing spree.

"Aww! Baka Satria!" she whined, rubbing the sore spot. "That hurt!"

Satria exhaled deeply. "Listen up." His tone turned serious. "We'll have children when you're ready for the responsibility, and when we both agree to raise them together. Parenthood isn't something you can just throw at someone else. I want to create a stable and loving environment for my future children." His gaze softened. "I don't want to see my wife abandon her responsibilities and leave our children to strangers."

Fatalis pursed her lips, knowing he was right. "Uhh... okay, fine," she mumbled. "I can't argue with that..."

Crom, still flustered, silently agreed as well.

Meanwhile, Kiyohime watched them with an amused smile. 'Danna-sama will definitely be a good father… it's just a matter of time before we have one.'

But before anyone could dwell on the topic any longer—

CREEAAK—

The rooftop door swung open.

A group of people, searching for Satria, stepped in, alerting everyone.

Satria's sharp eyes locked onto the group stepping onto the rooftop. His gaze flickered over the familiar faces of Serafall and Sirzechs, but his focus quickly shifted to the three unfamiliar figures standing behind them.

One of them, a blonde man in a formal suit, stepped forward with an air of confidence. His piercing golden eyes gleamed with curiosity.

"I've been wanting to talk to you, young man." He smirked. "The name's Azazel—leader of the Fallen Angels."

Next to him stood a man with striking crimson-red hair, neatly styled to reflect his noble status. His powerful presence was unmistakable. Beside him was a beautiful older woman with long, flowing dark brown hair, styled elegantly in intricate braids.

The crimson-haired man stepped forward. "Finally, I can meet the savior of my daughter." His voice was warm yet firm. "*Allow me to introduce ourselves—I am Zeoticus Gremory, and this is my wife, Vanelana Gremory."

Satria tilted his head slightly. "Oh? So you're Tomato Head's parents." His tone was polite, but his casual nickname for Rias made Sirzechs twitch.

"Welcome to Japan." He gave them a respectful nod. "My name is Shidou Matsumi. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Zeoticus chuckled at the nickname, while Vanelana simply smiled in amusement.

"I must admit, I'm touched," Zeoticus said. "For someone of your standing to show such humility... As a symbol of our gratitude, please allow us to properly thank you."

Satria closed his eyes briefly. "No need for that. Instead, let me treat you as honored guests.*"

Then, with a snap of his fingers, the rooftop transformed in an instant.

The concrete and metal melted away, giving birth to an enchanted garden.

At the center lay a crystal-clear pond, its waters reflecting the sky, surrounded by delicate, sparkling reeds. Plush cushions and intricately carved furniture appeared, designed for maximum comfort. The surrounding trees hummed gentle, harmonic tunes, their leaves softly glowing as dusk approached.

To complete the otherworldly ambiance, fireflies—imbued with his cosmic energy—flickered around them like twinkling stars.

The guests stood frozen, their eyes wide with awe.

Azazel's brain scrambled for an explanation. 'Magic? No, no… this isn't magic.' His eyes narrowed. 'I can't sense any mana. Then… how did he do this?!'

Serafall was the first to break the silence.

"Beautiful..." she whispered, genuinely mesmerized.

"I agree," Sirzechs admitted, impressed despite himself.

Zeoticus and Vanelana exchanged glances. In mere seconds, Satria had proved that he was no ordinary man.

Vanelana smiled, her mature, knowing gaze settling on him. "Ara~ Ara~... You're much more than what people have been telling us, Shin-kun."

Then, she leaned in slightly, her voice carrying a teasing undertone. "By the way… what do you think of my daughter?"

Sirzechs' eye twitched. 'Mother?! Are you serious?! Do you not remember Issei?!'

Satria, unfazed, answered smoothly. "Tomato Girl? She's a good girl. A bit annoying, but she has the potential to become an influential figure, especially with the Red Dragon by her side."

Vanelana raised an eyebrow. "Just that?"

Satria nodded.

She sighed in disappointment but said nothing further. She had a feeling there was more to him than he let on.

Serafall perked up. "How have you been, Shin-kun?"

"As fine as ever. What about you?"

Serafall grinned. "I-I'm good, hehe~" Then, her eyes sparkled mischievously. "Do you have free time after school?"

A chill ran down Satria's spine.

From behind him, he sensed a strong negative energy rising rapidly—a bad omen.

A venomous voice sliced through the air.

"Cut your crap, Devil!"

A wave of killing intent crashed against Serafall.

Kiyohime had arrived.

Her sharp emerald eyes narrowed, glowing with possessiveness and fury.

"I've had enough of seeing you trying to influence my Danna-sama!"

Silence.

The temperature in the garden dropped instantly.

Serafall's playful expression froze, her body stiffening.

Satria massaged his temples. 'Here we go again...'

Crom Cruach leaned against the railing, arms crossed, giving the Biblical Faction a cynical glance.

'They're the same as always—never change,' she thought. 'But… at least they aren't as bad as when that guy and his son were still alive. Good old days indeed.'

Her golden eyes flickered with amusement before losing interest.

Meanwhile, Serafall had tensed up, sensing the sudden surge of power and killing intent radiating from Kiyohime.

Her playful demeanor was gone.

"This power..." Serafall's cautious gaze settled on the woman beside Satria. "Shin-kun, who are they?"

Satria barely had time to react before Crom Cruach stepped forward.

"My name—"

A familiar voice echoed in her mind, cutting her off.

{Crom-chan, use a fake name. This isn't the right time to reveal yourself to the world.}

She blinked, glancing at Satria. His expression was unreadable, but his message was clear.

{Olivia sounds good. Yeah?}

Crom nodded, following his lead.

"My name is Olivia." Her voice was firm, betraying no hesitation. "My duty is to protect this family. I am a proud subordinate of my big sister."

Before Serafall could process this, two more voices overlapped.

"I am Fatalis Matsumi."

"And I am Kiyohime Matsumi."

They spoke in unison, their voices sweet yet commanding.

"The wife and mother of this one."

At the same time, both women clung to Satria.

His eye twitched.

'W-Why?! What kind of introduction is this?!'

From the corner of his eye, he saw Serafall stiffen, her eyes widening in disbelief.

Sirzechs's gaze darkened.

His next words cut through the air like a blade.

"Why are you here?"

His eyes locked onto Kiyohime.

"The cause of the Gusion House of the Seventy-Two Pillars becoming extinct..."

Sirzechs aura flared.

"Kiyohime—The Mad Dragon."

To be continued…