What is this Dimensional Chat???

Imperial Palace, Japan

Back in the High School DxD world, inside the Imperial Palace of Japan, a lone figure sat in the Emperor's private chamber.

A silent tension filled the room.

The Emperor of Japan, Hayama Masaru, observed his unexpected guest with measured caution. Despite his composed demeanor, he felt an unsettling presence in this mysterious white-haired man, whose existence seemed to distort reality itself.

'Who is he? How did he get here without alerting security?'

The Emperor straightened his posture, eyes cold and unreadable.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of this unannounced visit?"

"It's surprising..." Satria leaned back with a smirk, his crimson eyes glinting. "That the Emperor of Japan is just an ordinary human... in a world teeming with gods, devils, and monsters."

Hayama's expression did not falter, but his fingers subtly tensed. "So, you are aware of things that most humans do not speak of?"

Satria chuckled. "Oh, please. You've always suspected the supernatural exists. But suspicions mean nothing without proof."

A golden glow formed in Satria's hand.

"Allow me to restore what was stolen from you."

A beam of golden light shot from Satria's palm, striking the Emperor's forehead.

Memories Unlocked.

A surge of lost knowledge flooded Hayama's mind.

Images of figures with animalistic traits—Yokai.

A woman named Yasaka taking something from his office.

A hidden truth erased from his mind.

The Emperor's breathing hitched as he gripped the armrest of his chair.

"Tch... So I was manipulated." His eyes burned with frustration. "I have been made a fool in my own palace."

His gaze locked onto Satria. "You did not do this out of kindness. Speak. What do you want?"

"Straight to business? I like that." Satria grinned, crossing his legs. "I'll be blunt. Your country is on a path to destruction. The conflict looming ahead will reduce Japan to ashes if nothing is done."

The Emperor's expression remained unreadable. "And you, an outsider, claim to have a solution?"

Satria gave a thumbs-up. "Not just a solution—a deal. Invest in me, and I will ensure Japan's survival. Your pantheon cannot handle what's coming, but I can."

Hayama's brows furrowed. "And what is the price of this 'protection'?"

Satria leaned in, his voice smooth. "Support me when the time comes. In return, I guarantee Japan will not only survive but flourish. You won't regret the investment."

A cold silence stretched between them.

Then—click.

The Emperor pressed a hidden button beneath his chair. The doors burst open.

Imperial Guards Enter.

Elite Royal Guards, clad in black and gold armor, stormed the chamber, rifles aimed at Satria.

"I suggest you surrender, answer my questions, and submit yourself for investigation."

Satria sighed dramatically. "Really? After I went out of my way to be polite?"

One of the guards stepped forward. "Resisting will be seen as an act of hostility against Japan."

Satria tilted his head. "Oh? Well, in that case—"

Before anyone could react, golden lightning surged around him.

In the blink of an eye—

CRACK—!!

A thunderous bolt struck the ground. Satria and the Emperor vanished.

The Emperor staggered back, his breath sharp and unsteady. The sky above him was no longer Japan's.

The land stretched endlessly, alien structures rising in the distance. The air itself buzzed with an unfamiliar energy.

"W-Where are we?!"

Satria stood beside him, arms crossed. "Sector 2614. A universe far from your own."

Hayama's stomach churned. "You... abducted the Emperor of Japan?"

Satria chuckled. "Oh, don't be so dramatic. Think of this as a... change in perspective."

The Emperor's jaw tightened. "What is the meaning of this?"

Satria's expression darkened. "Let's get one thing straight, Hayama. In Japan, you are the Emperor. But here? You are nothing."

A chill ran down the Emperor's spine.

Satria's presence shifted, his aura no longer playful but immensely oppressive. The air itself seemed to bend around him.

Hayama gritted his teeth. "Do you think fear will earn my trust? This only proves you are a barbarian!"

Satria laughed. "Barbaric? Coming from a nation with its own... 'colorful' history? Now that's rich."

The Emperor clenched his fists. "Say what you will. But this only convinces me that I should never trust you."

Satria's smirk faded.

A deadly silence.

Then, he spoke.

"I could destroy Japan in an instant."

"I could tear down your gods and leave your empire in ruin."

"But I won't."

Hayama inhaled sharply.

Satria stepped closer, voice low and cold.

"Why?"

"Because my wife is Japanese."

The Emperor's eyes widened slightly.

"Because despite all its flaws, I respect this nation."

"And because you, Hayama, have the potential to be greater than a mere figurehead."

Satria extended a proposal letter.

"This is not about fear. It's about survival."

The Emperor hesitated. His pride clashed with the undeniable reality—Japan faced an unseen threat, and this man was offering a lifeline.

Slowly, he took the letter.

His eyes scanned the contents—and he froze.

The terms were... surprisingly reasonable.

A mutually beneficial alliance.

A means to protect his people.

A way to maintain Japan's sovereignty while securing its future.

His grip on the paper tightened.

Satria watched him closely. "You don't have to like me, Hayama. But you know this is the best option on the table."

A long silence.

Then—the Emperor exhaled.

His resistance wavered.

Finally—he spoke.

"Very well. We have a deal."

A new alliance was forged. One that would shape the future of Japan—and the supernatural world itself.

•

Satria's Mansion – Kuoh, Japan

After a four-day holiday in Bali, Satria and his family finally returned home to Kuoh Town. Their vacation had been eventful—resolving an issue with Ancient One peacefully, as she deemed a fight with Satria pointless due to the inevitable damage it would cause to both sides.

As for Fran and Kurumi, they had returned to their own worlds after their vacation. But before leaving, they each gave Satria a farewell kiss—an act that immediately sent Fran's Guardian into a frenzy. The poor Guardian had spent the rest of the trip chasing Satria through Bali, but catching a Speed Force user was a fool's errand.

"Home Sweet Home… Wait, what the hell happened?"

The group arrived at their mansion, only to find something off.

Valiana furrowed her brows, glancing around at the unfamiliar details. "Why does our house look... different?"

Fatalis tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Beats me. How about we check every room?"

With curiosity piqued, the family stepped inside.

Their mansion, a blend of Indonesian, Japanese, and Western architecture, had transformed.

The grand foyer welcomed them with soaring ceilings and a double staircase, its polished Carrara marble floors reflecting the sunlight streaming through massive windows. Hand-painted murals and gold leaf accents decorated the walls, and an imported French crystal chandelier hung overhead, casting a dazzling glow.

The indoor amenities had also changed—

A gourmet kitchen with traditional Japanese aesthetics.

A home theater equipped with the latest technology.

A wine cellar and tasting room (though Satria rarely cared for wine).

An indoor pool and spa, a gym, and a massive library.

The outdoor spaces were just as extravagant—

Expansive terraces with outdoor kitchens and dining areas.

An infinity pool and hot tub.

Private cabanas, fire pits, and secluded garden paths.

Koneko, arms crossed, took in the sight before muttering: "Senpai is way too rich..."

Valiana turned to Satria with narrowed eyes. "Where the hell did you get all this money?"

Satria merely grinned, pulling a Pokéball from his pocket. "Company secret~ The less you know, the better."

He tossed the ball into the air—his pets burst out, running freely into the vast garden, yipping happily.

But before they could fully appreciate their newly renovated home, a loud voice shattered the peace.

"DEAR GOD, THE ONLY THING I ASK OF YOU—"

A booming heavy metal voice erupted from somewhere inside the mansion, shaking the very walls. The lyrics carried raw emotion, yet in Japan—a country known for its quiet, polite culture—this level of noise was borderline illegal.

"To hold her when I'm not around,

When I'm much too far away!

We all need that person who can be true to you—"

The music blasted through the house, making everyone stiffen in alarm.

Kiyohime sighed, closing her eyes as if suppressing the urge to murder someone. Then, without warning—

SHLAAK—!

She wrapped her long snake tail around Satria, squeezing him tightly in a punishing embrace.

"A-Ampun! It wasn't me! It was my clone!" Satria choked out, flailing helplessly.

Kiyohime narrowed her eyes. "Danna-sama, Morning chaos already? You are much too lively."

Satria groaned. "But our house has soundproofing! What's the problem?"

Koneko, arms crossed, explained matter-of-factly. "In Japan, we emphasize harmony and respect for others. Making loud noises—especially in the morning—disturbs the peace. Even inside your own house, keeping noise levels low is considered polite."

Satria internally groaned. 'You girls are way too strict. Let a man enjoy his music.'

Seeing Satria's suffering, Fatalis decided to stir the pot even further.

She smirked. "How about we go check on our dear clone? Let's see what kind of pranks he's been pulling while we were gone."

Satria froze.

'Oh no. That bastard definitely did something while we were gone.'

The girls turned to him expectantly, while Kiyohime tightened her grip.

This was going to be a long day.

•

"Damn clone."

The moment Satria's clone saw the family return home—and more importantly, Kiyohime's scary expression—he did the only logical thing.

Self-destruction.

With a dramatic poof, the clone vanished, transferring all of his memories, experiences, and headaches directly to the original Satria.

"Argh...!" Satria clutched his head, groaning as the flood of information surged through his brain. "Damn it, you cowardly bastard! At least deal with the consequences of your own mess!"

The girls watched him suffer in mild amusement.

"What did you even do while we were gone?" Valiana raised an eyebrow.

Satria sighed, rubbing his temples. "Fine, I'll tell you everything…"

He went on to explain his activities as Black Flash—the persona he had used to infiltrate the Emperor of Japan's residence, his meeting with a Demon Lord, and his plans to build a multi-industry company.

When he finished, he took a deep breath. "Sorry for not telling you all of this earlier, but everything I do is for us—to provide not just wealth, but love and happiness for our family."

The room fell silent for a moment.

Then—

"YOU'RE BLACK FLASH?!"

Valiana's shocked voice broke the tension. "The infamous criminal we've been chasing all this time?! No wonder we never found you!"

She sighed, shaking her head. Honestly, she shouldn't be surprised—after all, she herself was a traitor and soon to be wanted criminal. It seemed fitting that she had married someone just as troublesome.

Kiyohime, however, remained calm, offering Satria a gentle smile. "I'm happy you think of us so dearly, Danna-sama. But be careful. Humans and devils alike—especially those in power—are not to be trusted."

Albion, the ancient dragon within Valiana, rumbled in agreement. "The Biblical Faction will not allow an unknown factor like you to roam freely. Sooner or later, they will force you to either join them or become their enemy."

Satria shrugged. "Let them try. I'll handle it."

Koneko, meanwhile, stared at him, looking deeply unimpressed. She pulled out a small notepad and began reading.

"Let's see… The Tokyo Water Park incident, extorting money from Japan's crime syndicates, terrorizing them if they refused to pay protection fees, traumatizing some people just because they called you a weirdo…"

She flipped the page.

"Oh, and now you're classified as an SSS-Rank Criminal—even surpassing my older sister in infamy. And that's just the stuff we know about. Senpai, why?"

Satria scratched his cheek, grinning sheepishly. "Uh… boredom?"

"…"

Without hesitation, Koneko punched him in the stomach.

"Guh—!" Satria hunched over, gasping. "D-Damn it, little tiger! You hit hard!"

Koneko crossed her arms, scolding him like a strict teacher. "You can't commit crimes just because you're bored, senpai. You need to be responsible. You're the head of our family—act like it."

As Satria struggled to breathe, Fatalis merely laughed darkly.

"Hah! Why should our puppy care about the opinions of insignificant insects?" she sneered, her eyes blazing with amusement. "Humans and devils alike always believe themselves mighty, but in the end, they are fragile."

Valiana, however, chuckled, resting a hand on her hip. "You're not wrong, Fatalis-san. Our puppy may be adorable, but his power is unquestionable."

"Stop calling me puppy," Satria grumbled, still recovering from Koneko's punch.

He straightened up, sighing. "Fine, for the record—Black Flash is just a persona I use when I need to blow off steam. Nothing more."

He glanced at Koneko, offering a small smile. "I get what you're saying, love. I'll try to be better. Okay?"

Koneko stared at him for a moment, then nodded, a soft smile gracing her lips. "Good. I love you more when you do good things and make people smile."

The room went silent as both Fatalis and Valiana paused, suddenly feeling… awkward.

Valiana frowned. "Damn it… Now I feel like an asshole for being so boastful."

Fatalis sighed, rubbing her forehead. "Geez… Being lectured by a youngster is kind of humiliating. This must be what it feels like to be hit with Talk No Jutsu."

Satria grinned. "Welcome to my world."

Valiana stretched her arms, glancing at the clock. "Alright, I need to check in with my team at the Chaos Brigade."

She waved a hand, opening a shimmering blue portal leading to her faction's base.

Kiyohime, lounging gracefully on the couch, tilted her head. "Will you be home late, Valiana-san?"

Valiana smirked, flashing a confident grin. "Nope~ I'll be back by dinner. No way I'm missing out on your cooking.

She stepped toward the portal—but then…

"Nak Ikut!" A loud exclamation in Malay rang out behind her.

"Me too! I wanna see how an evil organization operates firsthand! Sounds fun!"

Valiana barely had time to react before Satria and Fatalis appeared beside her, brimming with excitement.

And then…

Everyone froze.

Valiana, Kiyohime, and Koneko stared blankly at Satria, who stood before them in a full-body chicken costume.

Yes. A CHICKEN.

Fluffy feathers, oversized beak, ridiculous talons—the whole ridiculous ensemble.

Kiyohime blinked. Koneko's tail twitched. Valiana's eye twitched harder.

Satria, completely unbothered, struck a heroic pose.

"Behold! You may introduce me as… THE AVIAN AVENGER!" he declared dramatically. "The embodiment of every chicken's wrath, the feathery nightmare of those who dare to oppress my brethren! Vengeance shall be served, one peck at a time!"

Silence.

Then—

Fatalis collapsed to the floor, clutching her sides. "BWAHAHAHAHA! I CAN'T—THIS IS TOO GOOD—HELP—"

Koneko sighed, expression blank. "My image of cool senpai is beginning to crumble."

Valiana, meanwhile, was vehemently resisting the urge to throw him into the sun.

"YOU IDIOT! Do you have any idea how EMBARRASSING it'd be if my subordinates saw my husband like THIS?!"

Satria gave her the ultimate weapon.

The puppy-dog eyes.

His big, pleading gaze shimmered with desperation, as if his entire existence depended on this moment.

Valiana crossed her arms, completely unmoved.

"No buts! You are NOT following me! Be a good boy and stay home."

She turned and vanished through the portal, sealing it behind her.

As the room fell into silence, Kiyohime exhaled, massaging her temple.

"Those two are so childish."

But then she noticed something.

The two most problematic children in the house were missing.

•

The dimly lit chamber of the Khaos Brigade's headquarters felt even heavier than usual. A group of powerful individuals stood in the flickering shadows, their expressions grim.

A black-haired gothic lolita, her presence overwhelming despite her petite form, sat on a throne-like seat, her gaze impassive as she observed the conversation unfolding before her.

"Still no sign of your leader?" a cloaked figure inquired, his voice laced with impatience.

A man in a hooded robe shook his head. "Nothing. Without Valiana, sabotaging the Three Faction Peace Conference is impossible."

"Hmph. Maybe she was defeated or killed by someone outside our radar. What a disappointment." another scoffed.

A sultry voice cut in. "No way, nya~! Valiana-chan is strong. There's no chance she got taken down without us knowing."

The speaker, a black-haired catgirl with a voluptuous figure, crossed her arms and scowled.

A third voice, more analytical, joined the discussion. "Strange, though… Even Ophis can't sense her presence—not even a corpse. It's been a full month, and we still have nothing."

A sharp "Tch!" of frustration echoed through the room.

"That half-blood's disappearance is complicating everything. Without her, my plans for revenge against Serafall are stalled!" the cloaked figure spat.

Someone else hesitated before offering a suggestion. "Perhaps… we should find a replacement?"

The room went silent.

"Who?"

The voice lowered, as if speaking forbidden knowledge. "There's a new figure wreaking havoc in Japan. An SSS-Rank criminal known as Black Flash."

A pause.

"Who?"

"From the reports we gathered, he claims to be human… though we can't confirm if it's true."

A deep, gravelly chuckle shook the chamber.

"You want to replace the White Dragon Emperor with some mere human?" The speaker, a dragon known as Crom Cruach, sneered. "That's an insult to our kind."

Another voice countered, sharp and determined. "Don't underestimate humans, Crom Cruach. If he's truly as powerful as the rumors say, he belongs in our Hero Faction. We should stick together."

And then—

A blue portal swirled into existence at the center of the chamber.

From its depths, Valiana strode out.

Dressed in her usual dark attire, she walked to her seat without a word, her expression unreadable.

Silence.

Every single person in the room stared as if they'd seen a ghost.

"Valiana-chan!"

In an instant, a blur of black and white tackled her.

Kuroka wrapped her arms around Valiana, pressing her into her ample chest.

"Where have you been, nya?! You had us all worried!"

Valiana, completely unfazed, sighed. "That's none of your concern. I was handling… personal matters."

Kuroka sniffed, her feline instincts kicking in.

Her ears perked.

Her golden eyes widened.

And then—

A wicked grin spread across her face.

"Wait a minute~ I smell something different on you."

She leaned in closer.

"You… You didn't… MATE with someone, did you?"

The entire room froze.

"M-Mating?!" A small magician turned beet red.

"WHAT?!" A monkey-like warrior slammed his fists together, sparks of battle intent igniting in his eyes. "Who's the bastard?! I need to test his strength first!"

"H-Hey, shut up!" Valiana snapped, smacking Kuroka over the head. "I'm not interested in that kind of thing!"

"Ohhh~ So it was just a one-night thing?" Kuroka teased, her tail swaying mischievously. "I mean, it makes sense. Even an ice queen like you has certain… urges, nya~"

Her grin turned even more devious.

"Sooo? Who's the lucky guy~? Or girl? Spill the details! Or better yet—share him with me!"

Valiana's dragon-like pupils narrowed dangerously.

A chilling pressure filled the room.

"That's enough, Kuroka."

Kuroka immediately stiffened.

"Yes, ma'am! Sorry, ma'am!"

As the tension settled, a quiet voice broke the silence.

"What is… mating?"

Every eye turned toward Ophis, the gothic lolita with cosmic-level power, as she stared at Arthur Pendragon with genuine curiosity.

Arthur cleared his throat. "Mating is a… courtship ritual. It involves physical interactions between a male and female—though sometimes same-gender interactions occur. The primary purpose is reproduction, though some do it for… personal gratification."

Ophis pondered this.

"I see. Can I mate?"

Silence.

Pure. Absolute. Silence.

Several members visibly trembled.

Crom Cruach looked like he was contemplating a new apocalypse.

Arthur adjusted his glasses, trying to maintain his composure. "I… believe that before one considers mating, they must first understand… love."

Ophis tilted her head. "Love?"

For the first time, she felt something foreign stir within her—an odd curiosity she had never known before.

And that… was a terrifying thought.

A twister of black flames erupted in the meeting hall, forcing the members of the Khaos Brigade to brace themselves against the overwhelming heat and pressure.

As the inferno swirled and dissipated, a massive black dragon stood at the center of the chaos, its jet-black scales glistening under the dim chamber lights. Its very presence exuded destruction—insatiable, unrelenting.

And standing proudly on its back…

Was a man.

A man dressed head-to-toe in a ridiculous chicken costume.

Silence.

Dead silence.

Even the most battle-hardened members of the Khaos Brigade struggled to process what they were witnessing.

And then—

"WHO ARE YOU?! HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE?!"

A voice filled with rage and disbelief boomed across the chamber.

Among those ready to attack, Crom Cruach's golden eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Hahaha! Such power! It's been ages since I've sensed a dragon like this! My blood is boiling!"

Another voice, Grendel, sneered. "This one is mine, Crom Cruach! Don't get in my way!"

"Like hell! Back off, Grendel!"

Meanwhile, Valiana sat frozen, her fingers twitching in frustration.

She didn't need to look twice to recognize the two idiots who had completely ignored her orders.

'Those two idiots… I explicitly told them NOT to come!'

She clenched her fists, biting back a twitching smirk.

'Haha… Hahaha… You really want to be punished, don't you? You BAD puppies…'

She rose from her seat, cutting through the tension like a blade.

"You finally arrived, Black Flash. Welcome to the Khaos Brigade."

All eyes turned toward her.

"Wait… YOU brought them here?!" One of the Leaders from Old Devil Factions snapped. "Are they joining us?! I'll accept the black dragon, but the clown—No! We're an evil organization, NOT a circus!"

"He's Black Flash?" another muttered from Hero Factions, squinting at Satria's comically oversized beak mask. "He doesn't look threatening at all."

Crom Cruach narrowed his eyes at Satria, sensing something off.

"The dragon is strong… but the chicken?" He folded his arms. "Either you're hiding your power… or you're just an idiot."

A small figure circled them, her expression unreadable.

Ophis.

Her cosmic gaze studied both Fatalis and Satria, as if analyzing something beyond physicality itself.

"You two…" she murmured. "What are your names?"

Fatalis smirked.

She stepped forward, flames crackling around her form.

"Tremble before me, mortals!" she declared. "I am Fatalis the Malevolent! Harbinger of calamity! Master of flames! A being beyond your comprehension! The strongest Elder Dragon!"

A dramatic gust of wind blew through the hall.

And then—

Satria jumped forward, striking an absurd pose.

"Through the aeons, I have been known by many names…" he announced dramatically.

Everyone held their breath.

"But my TRUE name of power… is…

AVIAN AVENGER!"

He pointed toward the heavens.

"The wrath of every chicken! The spirit of vengeance against those who have wronged my feathered kin!"

Silence.

Valiana and Albion both facepalmed.

'Super Idiots.'

"Wrath of… every chicken?" one sorcerer echoed in disbelief.

"Elder Dragon? What kind of species is that?!"

One of Evil Dragon gawked at Fatalis. "How does a creature as magnificent as YOU associate with this lunatic?!"

Before Fatalis could retort, a furious voice cut through the room.

"ENOUGH!"

From the shadows, a noble-looking devil stepped forward. His eyes blazed with inherited pride.

"You!" He pointed at Satria. "Get down here, you JESTER! I am the true heir of House Asmodeus, and I will personally deliver your eternal suffering!"

Satria barely turned his head, waving a lazy hand.

"Nah~ You were no match for my powers stupid bat. But then, who is?"

The noble's eye twitched violently. "WHAT?!"

Before the devil could erupt, another voice, deeper and filled with raw power, cut through the tension.

"Step aside, fool. This chicken belongs to me."

Crom Cruach, now in his human form, took a step forward. Even in his restrained shape, the sheer weight of his presence made the air heavy.

He smirked, golden eyes gleaming with primal fire.

"How about this?" he challenged. "If you can block even one of my attacks, I'll convince these fools to accept you. But…" His smirk widened into something sinister.

"If you fail…" He patted his stomach. "I'll make you my chicken dinner."

Satria stretched his arms, cracking his knuckles.

"You think I need your permission to join this group, you oversized gecko?" His voice dripped with amusement.

Gasps rippled through the room.

"YOU DARE CALL ME A LIZARD?!"

The ground trembled violently as Crom Cruach's aura exploded outward, his form flickering between human and dragon.

His voice boomed across the base.

"I am Crom Cruach! The strongest Evil Dragon! A force that rivals the Heavenly Dragons Ddraig and Albion!"

The room quaked under his presence.

His golden scales pulsed with raw power as his transformation neared completion.

His wings unfolded, their sheer size casting a monstrous shadow.

His gaze burned with ancient, primal malice.

A beast of destruction.

A force of nature.

And yet…

Satria didn't flinch.

If anything…

He grinned.

As Crom Cruach lunged, the ground shattered beneath his feet, the force of his movement sending shockwaves across the chamber.

His claws, coated in abyssal energy, swiped down toward Satria with devastating speed.

And then—

A pulse of invisible force erupted from Satria's body.

The air shifted.

The temperature dropped.

The moment Crom Cruach's claws were about to reach him—

BOOM!

A tremendous force exploded outward, sending waves of power across the chamber.

The weaker members collapsed instantly, unconscious.

Grendel stumbled back, clutching his head.

Even Valiana's breath hitched, her eyes widening in shock.

Crom Cruach halted mid-attack, eyes wide.

His entire body locked up, frozen under an overwhelming, unseen force.

Satria's eyes burned.

His presence alone now weighed down on the battlefield like an unmovable titan.

Ophis, still watching from the sidelines, tilted her head slightly.

Her cosmic gaze flickered with curiosity.

"Oh?"

Satria took one casual step forward.

The floor cracked beneath him.

He smirked.

"Underestimate the power of chickens… and you'll never get the chance to regret it."

____

[Special Mission for BangSat: Defeat the Evil Dragon, Crom Cruach]

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The moment Crom Cruach prepared to counterattack—

Satria vanished.

A sudden gust of wind followed his movement.

A blur of black feathers and lightning.

Then—

THUD!

Crom's eyes widened in shock as he felt a weight land atop his head.

"Huh?! Since when did you get there?!"

He tilted his gaze upward, only to find Satria crouching on his skull, arms crossed smugly.

The absurdity of the sight made even the strongest members of the Khaos Brigade stare in disbelief.

Crom's brows twitched in irritation.

"How dare a mere clown ride atop the great me?! Have you no shame?!"

Yet, despite his rage, he couldn't sense Satria's movement at all.

A faint smirk tugged at Crom's lips.

"I'll admit it. You move like a cockroach—disgusting, but surprisingly elusive."

He chuckled darkly, his prideful arrogance never faltering.

"Very well. As a reward for amusing me, I, Crom Cruach, shall give you one free attack. I won't defend myself."

His golden scales shimmered, reflecting the dim lights of the chamber.

"Come."

He spread his arms wide. "Strike me with everything you have. Let me show you how foolish it is to think anything can harm my impenetrable scales!"

Satria stretched his arms, cracking his knuckles.

"You're being real generous, huh~?"

His voice carried an amused tone, yet beneath it lurked something far more dangerous.

"I suppose it would be rude to turn down such a golden opportunity."

His hand pulsed with a strange, translucent energy.

He placed it gently against Crom's skull.

"C-Room."

A miniature sphere materialized in Satria's palm.

Crom's eyes flickered with confusion.

"What kind of weak attack—"

BZZZZZZZT!!

A violent surge of electricity erupted, surging through Crom's nervous system in an instant.

"GHAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

Crom screamed in agony, his body convulsing wildly.

His limbs seized, his powerful legs buckling beneath him.

The shockwave rippled through his brain, frying his neurons and sending his draconic senses spiraling into chaos.

The mighty Evil Dragon, one of the strongest beings in existence—

Fell.

CRASH!

The ground shook as his massive form collapsed, his body twitching uncontrollably.

His once-fierce golden eyes now swam with disorientation, his pride shattered alongside his nervous system.

"W-What is this…?"

His voice came out hoarse, strained.

His legs refused to move.

His balance was gone.

He felt nauseous, his world spinning.

"How… How can this be…?!"

His breathing turned ragged, his body refusing to obey him.

"My body… won't respond! I can't move my legs! What did you DO TO ME?!"

Satria casually dusted himself off, looking down at the fallen dragon with a smirk.

"Are you done?"

Crom's clawed hands dug into the dirt, his pride demanding he rise.

But his body betrayed him.

"NO! THIS MUST BE A DREAM! From what fairytale does a chicken defeat a dragon?!"

Laughter erupted across the chamber.

"Holy crap… Did that really just happen?!"

"He actually took down Crom Cruach in one hit?!"

"New legend confirmed! The Era of Dragons is over—it's the Age of Chickens!"

One of the devils clutched their head, trembling.

"Could he really be the embodiment of the wrath of every chicken we've ever eaten…?" Valiana team member, the grandson of Monkey King was wondering in amusement.

Meanwhile, Valiana smirked, watching her husband's antics.

'At least he's entertaining. I'll spare him for now.'

A slow clap echoed through the room.

Satria turned.

There, Ophis, the Infinite Dragon God, watched him with her expressionless, cosmic gaze.

"You are strong."

Her voice was soft yet absolute.

"Join me."

Satria tilted his head.

"Join you? Just like that?"

"Yes." Ophis nodded. "You are strong. I want strong people. Join me."

He chuckled, rubbing his chin.

"Hmm… Sounds tempting. But first, tell me—what exactly is your goal?"

Ophis blinked.

Then, in the same monotone voice, she answered:

"I want to chase Great Red out of my home."

Silence.

Satria's eye twitched.

'No. No. Control yourself, Satria. That voice… that expression… It's exactly like her.'

His mind waged war against itself.

'You already have six! Breathe in. Breathe out. Stay calm… Stay calm…'

Suddenly, he placed a hand on Ophis' shoulder.

And then—

They disappeared.

Fatalis blinked, her scarlet eyes darting around the room.

"Where did he take her?"

No answer.

Her gaze shifted toward Crom Cruach, who was still groaning in pain on the ground.

She sighed.

"And what about him? Is no one going to help?"

The rest of the Khaos Brigade simply… looked away.

No one wanted to go near the once-mighty, now pathetic Evil Dragon.

For now.

Crom gritted his teeth, his vision swimming.

"Damn you… Damn that stupid chicken…!"

His rage boiled within him, but his body refused to rise.

As much as he hated to admit it—

He had lost.

And in the most humiliating way possible.

•

The villa stood proudly against the backdrop of Switzerland's majestic Alps, a perfect blend of modern luxury and nature's untouched beauty.

Crystal-clear lakes reflected the sky like polished glass.

Rolling meadows stretched beyond the horizon, dotted with wildflowers.

The air was crisp, carrying the faint aroma of pine and fresh earth.

There was reason why he built it here—

Swiss neutrality, diplomacy, financial mastery, environmental responsibility, work-life balance, and most importantly… Cheese and chocolate expertise.

Because someday—who knows? That knowledge might come in handy.

Inside the villa, Satria and Ophis sat across from each other.

Ophis, the Infinite Dragon God, stared at him with the same unchanging, cosmic gaze.

She had offered him power, alliances, and a place within her group.

But Satria had his own terms.

"I have three conditions if you want me to join Khaos Brigade, Ophis."

Ophis tilted her head slightly, intrigued.

"State them."

Satria raised a finger.

"First—when I need you, you come to my side. No questions asked."

Ophis nodded.

That was easy.

"Second—I want to know more about you. Your story. Not just the 'Infinite Dragon' nonsense. The real you."

A flicker of something passed through Ophis' usually unreadable expression.

Curiosity? Surprise?

She gave a small nod.

"Acceptable."

Then, Satria grinned and pulled out his phone.

He swiped through his gallery before holding up a picture of a black-haired girl in an elegant Chinese dress.

"And third… Dress up like this."

Ophis blinked.

Then blinked again.

She leaned closer, examining the image of Ryuuge Kisaki from Blue Archive.

"...That is your wish?"

She narrowed her eyes, searching his expression for deception.

People had asked her for power, wisdom, authority, chaos, destruction.

But this man?

He wanted her to play dress-up.

Satria nodded enthusiastically.

"Yep!"

Ophis tilted her head slightly.

Then—

"…Okay."

A faint shimmer enveloped her.

And in the blink of an eye—

Her outfit transformed.

A stunning black and red Chinese qipao hugged her slender frame, its elegant golden embroidery catching the light.

Her raven-black hair was styled exactly like the girl in the picture, complete with delicate hairpins and ornamental accessories.

She turned to him, her face still as expressionless as ever.

"What do you think?"

Silence.

Then—

Satria leaped from his seat.

"NO WAY—YOU'RE EXACTLY HER! HELL YEAH!!! The Infinite Dragon Becomes a Waifu!"

His excitement was off the charts.

"We need to celebrate this moment, Ophis! What do you want to eat?! Today's my treat!"

Ophis blinked again.

"I do not require food to sustain myself."

Satria waved a dismissive hand.

"Nonsense! Sit tight and let me cook something special for you girls."

With that, he rushed into the kitchen.

The kitchen came alive with the rhythmic chopping of ingredients, the sizzle of melted chocolate, and the rich aroma of warm butter.

Satria carefully prepared the batter, ensuring the molten center would ooze perfectly.

For the final touch, he crafted a vibrant raspberry coulis, its tartness a perfect contrast to the rich chocolate.

Satria emerged from the kitchen, no longer wearing his ridiculous chicken costume.

The dining table was set beautifully, candlelight flickering gently.

Ophis' gaze locked onto the dessert before her.

The smell was… enticing.

"Your food is ready!"

Satria grinned, presenting the plate with a flourish.

In front of her sat a perfectly crafted Chocolate Lava Cake, its glossy surface hinting at the molten treasure within.

Ophis stared at it.

"What is this?"

Her voice held a rare trace of curiosity.

Satria's grin widened.

"A special Chocolate Lava Cake, made exclusively for sweet girls like you."

His words carried warmth.

For the first time—Ophis felt something unfamiliar stir within her.

She picked up the fork.

The instant the metal utensil sliced into the cake, a velvety river of molten chocolate flowed onto the plate.

The scent alone was intoxicating.

She took a bite.

The moment the decadent chocolate melted on her tongue, Ophis' eyes widened slightly.

An explosion of flavor.

Sweet. Warm. Rich.

Something she had never experienced before.

"This is…"

She blinked.

Her grip on the fork tightened slightly.

"…Delicious."

Satria leaned forward, his smile growing.

"Glad you like it, Ophis."

For a moment—just a moment—

The Infinite Dragon God, feared and revered by all…

Was just a girl enjoying chocolate for the first time.

And in that quiet, unexpected moment—

They created a memory to cherish forever.

To Be Continued...