Multiverse: Invasion of the 2D Heroines

Crash!

Yoru Moonshadow returned home, cleaned up a bit, and tried frying that egg.

Bang bang-bang!

Huge banging noises echoed from his kitchen cutting board. Yoru stared at the seemingly intact egg in confusion.

"This shell's tough like stone," he muttered, shaking it. Something rattled inside. It was definitely an egg.

Frying was out of the question. Time to boil it.

He loaded the pressure cooker, added water, a dash of salt and soy sauce, diced a carrot—well, randomly chopped it and threw in some scallions. Why not? Whatever worked.

He secured the lid and turned on the stove.

Whoosh

Flames surged, nearly singing his eyebrows. He panicked and dialed it down.

Then he waited.

"How long does this take?" Yoru crossed his arms, tilting his head thoughtfully. Normally eggs take five minutes in boiling water. But this wasn't a normal egg.

"One hour should do," he decided.

An hour later, he'd completely forgotten the egg lost in online gaming.

"Are you a pig? You're the healer, not a DPS!"

In the middle of a boss fight in an MMO, Yoru angrily typed to his teammate.

They'd found a rare spawn in the wilderness and were low on potion supplies. The healer was eerily silent, acting useless. Yoru was ready to rage at them in real life.

The healer had voice chat on sounding sweet and angelic. Yoru thought she was a cute girl… until he learned she'd voice-modded herself.

He stopped himself from launching insults boss health was nearly gone.

With slick moves he downed the boss, his HP nearly zero. Rewards appeared… "Character has died!"

Everything went gray. His character collapsed; a tombstone appeared.

Yoru snarled. The combat log said the healer had left the party and his death was due to their attack.

In global chat, the healer taunted:

"Idiot, bye‑bye. May the gods bless you."

Yoru fumed, instantly buying a revive with cash but too late. The healer had looted everything and teleported back to town.

"Piece of...!"

He'd saved up to buy a global chat shouter to roast her, but the game demanded more micro‑transactions. His funds were empty.

He made a vow: if he saw her again, he'd PK her in real life.

Then a new outrage: his best gear had dropped too. Gone.

Moments later, the world chat offered it for sale his gear.

He exploded.

"BOOM"

Literally.

The blast shattered glass and shook the apartment. He felt something fly past, scorching through the air like a bullet.

It didn't hit him, but the shockwave rattled his skull and made his ears ring.

Did someone toss a grenade into his flat? Who did this?

Then he noticed the chaos his kitchen was trashed, and the pressure cooker lay twisted and still steaming.

He'd been so engrossed in the game, he'd forgotten he'd been boiling that egg.

Today was just cursed. Repairing this mess would cost a fortune.

Across the hall Unit 1507

Yukinoshita Yukino, wearing an apron, was enjoying her homemade dinner when

BOOM!

The roar startled her. Chopsticks clattered to the floor.

The blast came from the opposite apartment. Her face went pale that kind of explosion could kill nearby people.

She rushed to the door, unlocking each chain, and opened it. Other tenants spilled into the hallway, looking around wide-eyed.

Sure enough, the smell of smoke drifted from the opposite side.

Over an hour later, the explosion had settled. The building manager arrived along with someone Yoru didn't expect: the Angel Café owner.

No wonder her café barely breaking even remained open. She was the secret landlord of this premium apartment complex.

The café owner rushed to check if Yoru was injured, apologizing profusely. She believed her building was faulty. Offered to compensate but Yoru's pride got in the way. He insisted he'd pay for the damage.

Eventually, she refused to accept his money.

In a childish bluff, Yoru threatened he'd never visit Angel Café again and would "break ties." To his surprise, the owner relented clearly she cared about their friendship.

"Ok then, south guardian," she teased, "Do you really want a new apartment?"

"Got it, you're just too long‑winded. That's why no one goes to Angel Café~" he quipped, and she visibly paled.

"Am I really that annoying? I don't think I am"

Yoru couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"I was teasing. Your coffee's great that's why your regulars stay. It's just location isn't optimal."

That cheered her up. "Of course. I roast the beans myself… Anyway, please come again, Yoru Moonshadow‑kun~"

The café owner left, and Yoru stared at the still‑hard egg from a magical beast in another world thinking: It's not fully cooked, still rock-solid, and the kitchen's wrecked.

Should he sheepishly ask Yukinoshita for help? Maybe share some with her.