Anime Group Chat in a Doomsday World!

Yui hurriedly picked up her phone.

"…"

Her eyes squeezed shut.

She wanted to look—but didn't dare.

Her heart pounded, a whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her.

With trembling fingers and bated breath, she forced her eyes open.

The blurry screen gradually came into focus—

And then—

"!!!"

Her eyes widened.

A wave of joy, warm and sweet, surged through her, washing away the fever and headache in an instant.

Nanashi: "Yui, I want you to know…I like you too. But my situation is a little complicated. Let's talk about it at school next week."

Nanashi-kun likes me too!

Her heart sang.

So happy! So, so happy!

It felt like she had tasted the sweetest honey in the world. Joy overflowed from her petite frame, impossible to contain.

Clutching her phone tightly—

—as if it were the most precious treasure—

Yui's face bloomed with a silly, radiant smile.

From time to time, a soft giggle escaped her lips.

From across the room—

Mrs. Yuigahama observed her daughter.

"…"

A knowing smile touched her lips.

My daughter must be in love.

A sigh—soft and bittersweet.

Ah… she's reached that age already.

Though she'd prepared herself for this day, the reality still tugged at her heart.

But—

—some things are best left to bloom naturally.

"Yui," she said, after a moment's thought, "I'm heading to the supermarket. Wait here for me, alright?"

Yui, her mind still lost in a Nanashi-colored haze, replied with a bright, carefree smile.

"Okay~"

At Nanashi's House

Lunch was to be at Nanashi's place.

The problem?

Nanashi… wasn't exactly a master chef.

For him, as long as it was edible, it was fine.

So—

Today's solution was simple:

Sayuri would be their culinary teacher, guiding them on using modern seasonings and ingredients.

To Nanashi's mild surprise—

All four girls showed genuine interest in cooking.

He leaned back on the sofa, watching from afar.

She's really got the makings of a perfect wife.

A small smirk tugged at his lips.

Not bad.

At least I can look forward to some decent meals in the future.

It was also worth mentioning—

Sayuri, Kie, and Tamayo—

—their friendship bloomed fast.

As if they had known each other for years, the trio chatted and laughed with natural ease.

Meanwhile…

Nanashi, with nothing to do, lazily opened his chat group.

587 days since joining.

His gaze drifted to his profile information.

[Profile]

[Name]: Nanashi Fumei[Points]: 16.4[Doomsday]: Omitted

[Abilities]:

B-Rank:Physical Enhancement (Lv.4)Five-Elements Lightning Dharmas (Lv.3)Rokushiki (Six Styles) (Lv.1)Armament Haki (Lv.1)Observation Haki (Lv.1)A-Rank:Intuition (Lv.4)S-Rank:Gemstone Vector Manipulation (Lv.5)Zanpakutō: Dominator (Lv.5)

He skimmed over his abilities.

The Six Styles and Haki—

He had learned those techniques in record time.

Just by reading the manuals.

Likely a result of his enhanced life essence.

The concept of 'life essence'…

—probably something akin to one's fundamental existence.

With a casual thought—

He spent 122,000 points to upgrade Six Styles and Observation Haki to Lv.4 (Full Mastery).

The Six Styles—

—would now allow him to control his body with surgical precision and adapt his combat style freely.

Meanwhile, with Observation Haki at full power—

—he could momentarily glimpse into the future.

Paired with his natural Intuition, it would be a deadly edge in battle.

As for Armament Haki—

He chose not to spend points on it.

First, it wasn't as urgent.

Second—he was curious.

How long would it take to master it through sheer effort alone?

The upgrades initiated.

He closed his eyes—

—and let the knowledge flood his body.

Every movement, every technique—

—engraved deeply into his muscles, bones, and soul.

When he opened his eyes—

A sharp—almost predatory—red light flashed briefly through them.

His perception—crystal clear.

Even without turning—

—he sensed everything behind him.

The subtle scents of ingredients.

The soft clatter of utensils.

The rhythmic movements of the girls as they cooked.

More than that—

—he saw their next actions before they happened.

A flicker of movement—

Kanae.

Her body tensed.

Her earlobes—tinged red.

She straightened her posture immediately, her hands suddenly precise as she handled the ingredients.

A silent resolve in her eyes—

—as if she felt herself under the scrutiny of a strict teacher.

Inwardly, she pouted—

Master… don't spy on me from behind! It's… embarrassing!

Nanashi's lips curled into a wicked smirk.

Oh? Embarrassed, are we?

His voice echoed in their mental link—smooth, teasing:

You're flustered over this? But didn't you do far more… daring things in front of Shinobu and Kanao before? Even inside my mental space, no less. And now you feel shy?

Kanae's cheeks exploded into color.

Ugh! Stop! Stop talking!

The memories surged back—vivid and mortifying.

Her voice in his mind was a shrill, panicked squeak:

Stop bringing that up! It's so embarrassing!!!

From the kitchen—

"Uuugh!!" Kanae groaned softly, her entire face burning as she tried to focus on the cutting board.

Nanashi—

Back turned to them—

Could barely contain his amusement.

His shoulders trembled with barely suppressed laughter.

A chuckle—low and devious—escaped his lips.

Bullying pretty girls like this…

…is way too much fun.

Nanashi turned off his Observation Haki and reopened the group chat interface.

Just as he was about to check the latest messages—

A familiar notification chimed in his mind.

[The second Doomsday Game is loading!]

[Map: Space Battleship!]

[Number of Players: 5]

[Game Objective: Survive for 7 days or eliminate all hostile lifeforms.]

[Failure Penalty: The game will manifest into reality.]

[Game Start!]

[You have encountered an Abnormal Doomsday Factor of this world!]

[Doomsday Chat Group connected. Rewards will be converted into Doomsday Points.]

This time—

No choices.

No options.

The game had begun without warning.

Nanashi's eyes flashed.

In the blink of an eye—

He found himself in a completely unfamiliar environment.

A narrow, sterile, white chamber.

Cool, viscous liquid surrounded him.

Crash!

The cabin door in front of him suddenly opened.

The liquid drained away instantly.

Nanashi stepped forward—bare feet splashing against the slick floor.

"Where... is this?" he muttered aloud.

At that very moment—

A voice spoke beside him.

He turned—

And froze.

"…"

Nanashi was stunned.

Four other people were emerging from similar pods—

And he recognized all of them.

Yukino—her sharp eyes scanning the surroundings, already on high alert.

Megumi—calm and composed, observing the situation with a clear head.

Chika—wide-eyed with curiosity, her usual carefree energy slightly shaken.

Marin—shivering slightly, fear flickering in her gaze.

Wait—

Are they… the five players in this game?

His eyes narrowed.

Is the game deliberately dragging people I know into this?

But then—

Something else hit him.

They were—

All naked!

And—

…So am I.

The realization came a second too late.

Across the room—

The girls' eyes fell on him.

A moment of still, shared silence—

Then—

"AHHHHHHHH!!!!"

A classic anime-style scream echoed through the chamber.

But—

Suddenly—

"ROAAAAR!!!"

A monstrous, bone-chilling roar overlapped the scream.

Nanashi's head snapped toward the source—

A towering, pitch-black creature loomed in the doorway.

Its grotesque, elongated skull.

Its sleek, glistening exoskeleton.

An alien.

The iconic kind—straight out of a horror movie.

Nanashi had sensed its presence long before with his Observation Haki.

But seeing it with his own eyes—

Was something else entirely.

The one closest to the creature—

Chika.

Her legs locked.

Her face paled.

Her body froze.

Mind—blank.

Voice—gone.

She collapsed backward with a soft, wet slap—

Falling onto the cold floor.

Naked. Vulnerable.

And mere meters from the alien's dripping jaws.

Even from a distance, the others could feel it—

That sheer, primal terror radiating from the creature.

Suddenly—

"Ice Lance!"

Yukino's voice—clear, commanding.

A volley of sharp, crystalline spears shot from her outstretched hand—

Aiming straight for the alien's chest—

But—

They stopped.

Mid-air.

Frozen.

An inch from the creature's body.

As if time itself had seized them.

"Calm down. It won't attack."

The voice—

Nanashi's.

The others turned—

Eyes widening.

His pupils—

Not normal.

They shone.

Golden—like a sky filled with stars.

The alien's massive, armored head turned—

Its eyeless face locking onto him.

For a tense second—

The creature paused.

Then—

It moved—

Around Chika.

—Completely ignoring her.

It padded over to Nanashi.

Then—

With a soft, unsettling chuff—

It rubbed against his leg.

Like a dog seeking affection from its master.

The room—

Fell silent.

The girls—

Speechless.

Nanashi—unfazed—

Casually glanced down at the alien, giving it a light tap on the head.

Then—

With a deadpan expression—

He turned his gaze to Chika, still sprawled awkwardly on the floor.

"…Thank you for the hospitality."

"..."

A second of silence—

Then—

"KYAAAAAA!!!"

Chaos.

The girls, their embarrassment now overpowering their fear, scrambled.

Objective?

Find clothes.

In the corner—

They spotted them.

Fully-fitted combat suits.

Sleek. Tight.

Like leather bodysuits.

They dove for them without hesitation—

Frantically dressing—

Each one desperately avoiding Nanashi's gaze.

Nanashi, seeing it, sighs.

Girls are so shy.

With a smirk, he turned his attention back to the Doomsday Chat Group interface.

March 7th: "We're about to embark on a new journey!"

Nami: "Oh? Where to?"

March 7th: "Himeko said it's a planet called Jarilo-VI. Something about it being affected by a star core."

Saeko: "Interstellar travel sounds so romantic."

Suzuki: "Romantic? I think the starry sky feels… lonely."

March 7th: "Not if you have someone to share it with."

Tushan Honghong: "The starry sky…? Is it as bright and shining as the stars I see at night?"

Nanashi's gaze shifted from the chat—

To the room around him.

The walls—

Sleek, cold metal.

The pods—

Undeniably hibernation chambers straight out of a sci-fi movie.

His eyes caught something—

A small window.

He moved closer—

Through it—

The endless expanse of the universe.

A tapestry of infinite stars, twinkling against the velvet black.

The Starry Sky.

Without hesitation—

Nanashi: "Here, I'll show you." [Attached Image]

Suzuki: "!!! Wait! Boss, why are you in outer space?!"

March 7th: "Nanashi, are you traveling among the stars like us?"

Nanashi: "No, I just entered the Doomsday Game again. This time, I'm on a space battleship."

Emilia: "Doomsday Game? What's that?"

Nanashi: "It's the abnormal end of my world. Those chosen must participate in the game. If they fail, the horrors from the game manifest in reality."

Nanashi projected an image.

Nanashi: "This is probably the enemy we're dealing with this time."

By accessing the alien's memories, he gathered some basic intel:

The space battleship is massive, comparable to a large human city, with an intricate and complex structure.It has been completely overrun by aliens—70,000 to 80,000 of them.A powerful alien queen roams within the ship.

As expected, they were formidable enemies.

Nami: "It looks kind of scary, but... It seems well-behaved."

Nanashi: "That's because I'm controlling it."

Nami: "Oh, so that's how it is."

Emilia: "Our world is also experiencing an abnormal doomsday. Does that mean we'll have a Doomsday Game too?"

Reinhard: "I'd like to know that as well."

Nanashi: "I have no idea. We'll only know when it happens."

Emilia: "Alright. I'll try to find out."

Reinhard: "I'll help as well."

Esdeath: "@Nanashi. Does this creature have any special abilities?"

Nanashi: "Nothing extraordinary—parasitic nature, rapid growth, highly corrosive blood, that kind of thing. Definitely not as dangerous as the creatures from your world."

Esdeath: "…"

Nanashi was also puzzled.

If it were just an alien, this thing wasn't that strong. It felt less real than a zombie.

Could there be something else aboard the space battleship—something even the aliens weren't aware of?

Aqua: "They don't look like undead."

Nanashi: "Just ordinary monsters."

Shinobu: "@Nanashi, how is my sister?"

Nanashi: "Well… she's doing quite well."

Or rather, divinely well.

After all, she even dared to comfort herself in her own spiritual space.

Shinobu: "I see. Thank you, Nanashi-kun, for taking care of her."

Nanashi: "It's fine. She'll probably be the one taking care of me in the future."

Shinobu: "…?"

Nanashi didn't explain further.

He was just waiting for the right opportunity to win Kanae over.

Wouldn't it be a waste not to keep a beautiful girl by his side?

Meanwhile, in her spiritual space, Kanae's face turned crimson as she sensed Nanashi's thoughts.

And outside—

The four girls blushed in unison.

They instinctively covered themselves, either their tops or their lower bodies.

Because these suits had no undergarments, they were designed to be worn directly.

It was truly a feast for the eyes.

Their fair, delicate skin was mesmerizing.

Slender yet curvaceous, their figures exuded an irresistible allure.

Each had their own charm:

Yukino couldn't be called ordinary—not in the slightest.

Megumi had just the right balance, neither too much nor too little.

Marin and Chika were strikingly captivating.

Chika, in particular, was as pink and delicate as fresh abalone.

She crouched on the ground, huddling into herself, too embarrassed to lift her head.