What is this Dimensional Chat???

Kuoh Academy, Kuoh, Japan

An unexpected phenomenon occurred—time itself had frozen.

Satria glanced around, realizing that everyone except for the Three Faction Leaders, Grayfia, Issei, Valiana, Ophis, and Garou remained unaffected. The rest of the academy stood motionless, trapped in the eerie stillness.

"W-What's happening?! Buchou? Everyone else is...!" Issei stammered, panic gripping his voice as he saw his friends frozen in place.

"Calm yourself, partner," Ddraig's voice echoed in his mind. "This is the work of your friend, Gasper. Someone has kidnapped him and forcibly activated his Sacred Gear."

Azazel narrowed his eyes, analyzing the situation. "It looks like they forced Forbidden Balor View into Balance Breaker to stop time completely. Our forces outside are likely frozen as well." He chanted a spell, sending out a pulse of magic to detect intruders.

"Amazing... You took them all out in an instant," Issei marveled at the sheer power of the Fallen Angel Governor.

Azazel smirked. "We have a bigger problem—this attack was coordinated. Whoever did this knew exactly who was inside this room." His sharp gaze swept across the group before settling on the unfamiliar figures.

Then, Sirzechs Lucifer spoke, his eyes locking onto Kazuma with a piercing gaze.

"Are you the one who led them here?" His tone was calm, but a dangerous edge lurked beneath.

Kazuma paled, glancing desperately at Satria for help.

Satria gave a subtle nod. "Relax. Follow my lead, and you'll be fine."

Kazuma exhaled and put on a confident smirk. "Of course not. In fact, to prove our innocence, we'll personally handle this problem and rescue the little vampire—at a reasonable price, of course." He folded his arms. "What do you say, gentlemen?"

Sirzechs narrowed his eyes. "And what would that price be?"

Kazuma held up a single finger before raising it to a two. "A modest deal, really. Only 25% of the shares of Sinesios Company in the United States. I believe that company is under your influence, correct? A fair exchange, considering the alternative is leaving your beloved little sister's friend in the hands of our enemies."

A heavy silence fell over the room.

'This man is insane…' Kazuma thought. 'He truly is a Demon Lord!'

Sirzechs clenched his teeth. "How do you even know about that?"

"Hah! Nothing escapes his gaze!" Satria suddenly shouted, raising his arms in a dramatic pose. "He is omniscient! A being whose wisdom rivals even the mystical shellfish! ALL HAIL the Lord of Shadows, Kazuma! Ulululu!"

Satria nudged Garou to follow along.

Garou scowled. "No."

"...Not even a little?"

"No! I'd rather die than follow orders from idiots like you."

Albion, listening in, sighed. "Typical. He's clearly manipulating this poor boy, making him his puppet… So this is how he gained his fortune."

Meanwhile, Valiana chuckled softly. "Honestly? I don't care what he does. As long as he doesn't abandon me, I'll follow him—even to hell itself."

Grayfia placed a hand on her husband's shoulder. "Sirzechs-sama."

Sirzechs exhaled sharply before composing himself. "Why should we agree to this, Kazuma-san? What's in it for us?"

Once again, Kazuma made a pleading face toward Satria.

'Chill, bro. I gotchu.'

Kazuma straightened and cleared his throat. "By collaborating, we can pool our resources and expertise, creating a superior product that benefits all of us. Additionally, this agreement will prevent a costly and public legal battle. It's a win-win situation." Then, with a smirk, he added, "Or… you could give us a set of Evil Pieces for experimentation."

Sirzechs' expression darkened. "Evil Pieces are not something to be given to outsiders. Only high-ranking Devils can possess them. What exactly do you plan to do with them?"

Kazuma's eyes gleamed. "That, my dear Lucifer… is classified." He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hands. "Now, what's it going to be? Option A or Option B? Either works for us."

Sirzechs remained silent, weighing his options. His instincts screamed that giving them the Evil Pieces would be a dangerous gamble.

'This man… he's terrifying. It's as if I'm gambling with Fate itself.'

He glanced at Grayfia, who merely gave him an expectant look.

And so, Lucifer was left to make his choice.

The tension in the meeting room was already high, but it reached a new peak when a powerful surge of magic shattered the defenses set up by the Biblical Faction's top brass.

From a glowing magic circle, a woman with silver hair and piercing violet eyes stepped forward.

"Greetings, Sirzechs Lucifer, the so-called Devil King," she announced, her voice dripping with arrogance. "I am Katarea Leviathan, direct descendant of the original Leviathan."

Sirzechs narrowed his eyes, his expression unreadable, but before he could respond, another voice rang out.

"Katarea?! You're behind this invasion?!" Serafall gasped, visibly shaken by the sight of the former heiress of the Leviathan family.

Katarea smirked. "That's right~ I'm merely taking back what rightfully belongs to my family. Today is the day of your downfall, Serafall. Tremble before the power that has been bestowed upon me by—"

Her sinister monologue was abruptly cut short as she finally noticed Ophis.

"O-O-Ophis?! Why are you here?!" Katarea's face went pale.

Ophis, nestled comfortably on Satria's lap, barely glanced at her. "I go wherever I want, Katarea. But don't worry," she said in an eerily calm voice. "I won't interfere… as long as you don't touch my mate and his family."

The entire room tensed.

Michael frowned, his golden wings fluttering slightly. "It seems these two know each other. Would someone care to explain?" His question was directed toward Kazuma's group.

Kazuma scratched his head. "Honestly? I have no idea. Ophis-chan, would you kindly explain your relationship with this evil-looking woman?" He threw a deliberately innocent look at the Ouroboros Dragon snuggling against Satria.

Ophis nodded. "She was one of my minions in the Chaos Brigade—a group that sought to remove Great Red from my home."

Silence fell over the room as everyone processed what had just been said.

One of the most powerful beings in existence, the True Dragon, had followers attempting to slay another godlike dragon.

It was nothing short of a suicide mission.

And worse—this organization wasn't just a threat to the Biblical Factions, but to the entire world.

Azazel, rubbing his temples, let out a deep sigh. "Wait, Wait, You said she was your subordinate, didn't you, Lady Ophis? Did you give them the order to attack us?"

"Why would I need this weaklings to deal with you? I don't need her if I want to finish you all off right now." Ophis replied flatly. Then, to everyone's shock, she nuzzled deeper into Satria's chest like a spoiled child. "I came here only to protect this one from harm."

A heavy silence.

Then—

"Hah... Ophis, that means more to me than you know." Satria gently took her small hand in his. "I can't even begin to express how grateful I am. Your strength, your loyalty—they've changed my life in ways I never could've imagined. Once again… thank you."

Ophis flinched. Her fingers curled slightly against his. She hid her face against his chest, mumbling something inaudible.

'Baka.'

Whispers spread through the room.

Some marveled at the genuine bond between them. Others—jealousy.

Valiana clenched her fists. 'How dare she… How dare she steal my opportunity in front of me?! His second wife!'

Azazel blinked slowly. 'A human... made the Dragon God blush? What kind of magic is this?'

Serafall, covering her face with her hands, and felt her heart racing. 'Ugh, no, no, no! I will NOT get swayed! I don't even know whose side he's on yet!'

But not everyone was entertained.

"Enough!"

Katarea roared, unleashing her demonic power infused with fragments of Ophis' energy. The air trembled as dark energy swirled around her, her eyes glowing with unholy fury.

"No more games! Now that I've heard Ophis confirm she won't interfere, I have nothing to fear. Prepare to meet your doom!"

From the distance, a vast army of witches and Old Devil Faction soldiers had already gathered, waiting for Katarea's command. Their eyes burned with fanatical hatred for the current rulers of the Underworld.

Azazel sighed. "Well, I figured something like this would happen sooner or later." He turned to Sirzechs. "You know… Maybe you should seriously consider Kazuma-san's offer now."

Sirzechs scowled. He hated being forced into a corner. But time was running out.

He clenched his fists, then exhaled sharply. "Fine. Save Gasper from our enemies, and we have a deal."

Satria grinned. "Splendid. Show these people your True Power, Lord Kazuma!"

Then—he struck a dramatic pose as Satria had instructed.

"When a rift opens to Claszureme, all poor souls caught within my shadows shall likely never return!" His eyes gleamed with mock seriousness.

"Behold! My Ultimate Power—"

He extended his arms.

"OVER SHADOW!"

Satria stepped forward, activating his time-stop ability.

The air twisted as space-time itself fractured.

A moment later—time stopped.

For real.

Everyone caught in the radius of his power was frozen.

Everyone except for those Satria willed to remain unaffected.

Ophis, still in his lap, glanced up with her usual neutral expression.

Satria smirked. "Alright, Kazuma. Time for the grand performance."

His grin widened.

This was going to be fun.

Satria gently placed Ophis onto her seat before stretching his arms casually. With a smug grin, he waved his hand at the Biblical Faction leaders frozen in time.

"As expected," he mused, observing their still forms. "They're only resistant to low-level time stops—like this Vampire Trap Sacred Gear ability. Honestly, what did I expect? The power level in this universe is too damn low."

His gaze shifted to Sirzechs Lucifer.

A slow, mischievous grin spread across his face.

He pulled out his magical phone—specifically, its Dress-Up Camera feature.

With a single tap...

Sirzechs' formal Devil King suit was instantly replaced with a sparkling pink magical girl outfit—complete with frilly skirts and knee-high boots.

Azazel, meanwhile, was now decked out in a servant's uniform, complete with cat ears and a tail.

Satria took a moment to admire his masterpiece.

"That's what you get for bothering me and my family, Tomato." He smirked.

Then he turned to Azazel's new feline aesthetic.

"And for you... Consider this Kokabiel's revenge."

Ophis, sitting comfortably, looked at the scene before her in pure amusement.

"You never cease to surprise me, my mate," she said, resting her chin in her palm. "What are you going to do next?"

Satria grinned devilishly.

"First…"

With a flick of his wrist, he moved Issei's frozen form next to Katarea.

Then, with precise positioning, he placed Issei's hands right on Katarea's chest.

"Wahahaha!" Satria laughed dramatically. "That's your punishment for sneaking glances at my White Dragon Princess' boobies, Issei!"

A pause.

"And of course, a fitting punishment for a wicked woman like Katarea—to be molested by my pervy disciple!"

Ophis blinked. "…Creative."

Satisfied with his prank, Satria moonwalked leisurely among the frozen enemies.

However, as he moved, his gaze locked onto one particular figure among the enemy ranks.

His instincts screamed at him.

"…Hold up."

Satria squinted. "Macam pernah liat ni orang…"

His eyes widened.

"Wait a minute—"

That magician.

A familiar, sinister aura wrapped around him.

"Ah… He's the Caster from Fate/Zero."

Satria stared, his mind racing.

"What the hell is he doing in this world?"

Something was very wrong.

It was one thing for random supernatural incidents to occur. But now?

"A literal Fate/Zero servant just casually appearing? Nah. Something's off."

He clicked his tongue.

"Well… He'll be a good opponent for Garou and Kazuma. No wonder weird things have been happening in Japan lately—people vanishing, unnatural deaths… Yeah, this guy's definitely behind it."

But before he could investigate further—

"Oi… Bang!!! Sini dulu bentar!"

Someone shouted from the rooftop.

Satria turned to see his original clone—dressed in one of his usual stupid costumes—standing with Koneko and Fatalis.

"…What?"

"…How?"

"Relax~ all according to plan." The clone gave a thumbs-up. "25% lumayan lah. Beli dawet bisa buat satu negara itu sampai kembung."

Satria grinned. "Mantap! Ternyata bener kata orang—banyak istri, banyak anak, banyak rejeki. Emang gak salah, inilah pentingnya bersyukur dan berotak Senku."

Suddenly—his ears were pulled.

"A-Aduh! Apa salahku, beb?!"

Fatalis and Koneko both had their hands firmly latched onto his ears.

"Why don't you ask yourself, with that 'smart brain' of yours?"

Unlike the usual Fatalis, this one was colder, sharper, and far more intimidating.

Satria swallowed nervously.

"Is she…?"

"Y-Yes…" His clone nodded hesitantly. "She's the other Fatalis."

Satria tried to lighten the mood, flashing a nervous grin.

"You know, dear, you should really relax more. Stress like this will make you age faster."

Fatalis didn't even blink. Instead—she unsheathed her flaming black sword.

"I wonder how you look when you're bald."

A very clear message.

Satria immediately waved his hands.

"S-STOP! STOP! I'M SORRY! Don't make me one of them!"

His clone wiped the sweat from his forehead.

'Pantes galak. Ga ikut-ikutan dah.'

"Hehehe… Excuse me, pretty lady. I just remembered—I have a mission to do. Goodbye!"

Satria's clone moved swiftly through Kuoh Academy's hallways, following the trail of magic energy that led him to a sealed room.

Inside—five witches stood guard.

From their silhouettes, it was clear—

'All women, huh?'

Without hesitation, Satria sliced through the enchanted ropes binding Gasper with a single swipe of his hand.

Then, he took a moment to inspect the trembling vampire.

"…This is Gasper?"

Satria squinted.

"Which part of him is male?"

The boy's soft features, pale skin, and delicate frame made him look way too much like a girl.

Still, there was no time to waste.

In an instant, Satria scooped Gasper up…

—And princess-carried him straight into Kazuma's arms.

"Hehe~ No need to thank me, Kazuma."

Satria grinned.

"That's what friends are for."

With a final snap of his fingers—

Time resumed.

Everything unfroze.

The Biblical Faction leaders blinked in confusion, feeling movement return to their bodies.

Silence.

Then—"PFFT—"

Issei, who was still groping Katarea's chest, suddenly froze in realization.

"W-WHAT THE HELL?!"

Katarea's eyes twitched violently.

Satria?

He simply whistled innocently.

Ophis, sitting beside him, nodded in approval.

"Good job."

Satria smirked.

"Mission accomplished."

Emilia, watching the entire scene unfold, rubbed her temples.

"…Ehm. Is it just me, or do I feel like I missed something important?"

Garou, standing beside her, shook his head.

"You don't want to know. Trust me."

Issei noticed Gasper, His eyes widened.

"G-Gasper!"

He turned to Kazuma.

"Y-You actually saved him! Thanks, Kazuma-sama!"

Gasper, who was slowly waking up, blinked in confusion.

Then, he looked up—his gaze landing on Kazuma.

"Uhm… are you the one who saved me?"

Kazuma froze.

His heart skipped a beat.

'S-She's so cute…'

A sudden rush of nervousness hit him—something he had never experienced before.

'Is this… the start of my popular phase?'

Kazuma cleared his throat.

"Uh… Hi. Yes, I was."

Gasper took Kazuma's hand, his eyes full of gratitude.

"Thanks you. Who's your name?"

Kazuma nodded, trying to play it cool.

"My name is Satou Kazuma!"

His voice rang with dramatic intensity.

"The Leader of Shadow Garden! A man who doesn't tolerate evil! Especially those who dare to harm innocent souls like you, milady."

Gasper's eyes widened, glistening with admiration.

"K-Kazuma…" he breathed, heart pounding.

"I don't know how to thank you. You saved my life."

Kazuma scratched the back of his head, looking slightly embarrassed.

"It was nothing," he said, clearly proud of himself. "Just doing what's right."

Gasper smiled warmly, feeling a strange warmth in his heart.

'This must be… what it feels like to be saved by a hero…'

It was… strangely romantic.

Meanwhile, Issei was suddenly hit by a wave of unease.

Something felt very wrong.

The air around him grew cold.

Then—

He felt it.

A murderous aura creeping toward him.

"Ara~ Ara~"

A soft, sweetly sinister voice purred from behind him.

Akeno.

"For doing something perverted in a situation like this…"

Her eyes gleamed with ominous delight.

"We'll punish you later, Issei-kun."

Issei froze.

His instincts screamed at him to RUN.

But before he could move—

"Onii-chan, what are you WEARING?!"

Rias' furious voice rang through the hall.

Issei turned, confused—

And his soul nearly left his body.

Standing in front of them was Sirzechs Lucifer.

But instead of his usual regal attire…

He was dressed in a pink magical girl outfit.

Complete with frilly sleeves, ribbons, and a cute wand.

Next to him—

Azazel.

Who was now in a maid outfit—with cat ears.

Rias covered her face in pure horror.

"Onii-chan… Y-You're not a pervert, right?!"

Sirzechs looked down at himself.

He blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Then—

"…H-Huh?"

His brain short-circuited.

"WHAT IN THE NAME OF LUCIFER IS THIS?!"

Azazel, meanwhile, was shaking with rage.

"The hell is this?! H-How?! WHO DID THIS?!"

His voice cracked as he yanked at the cat ears.

His voice cracked as he yanked at the cat ears.

Serafall?

She was barely holding in her laughter.

"Bwahahahaha! Sirzechs, you actually look adorable!"

Even Vali—normally stoic—was laughing her ass off.

"Ahahahaha! Oi, oi, Azazel! You might actually be the best girl!"

Azazel's eyes twitched.

"This… this is unforgivable."

His gaze snapped to Kazuma.

"You…!"

Sirzechs' glowing red eyes followed.

Their combined killing intent locked onto one target.

Kazuma.

Kazuma felt the air shift.

He turned.

And saw—

Sirzechs and Azazel marching toward him.

Their aura radiated pure fury.

"You…"

Sirzechs' voice was cold.

"You're responsible for this, aren't you?"

Kazuma's face is drained of color.

'I'M GONNA DIE.'

But before he could defend himself—

"WAIT!"

Satria stepped in, proudly raising a hand.

"Where's your proof?!"

He puffed out his chest.

"There's no way Lord Kazuma would do something so childish and immature!"

Satria pointed at Kazuma.

"He is a man of integrity and righteousness!"

Kazuma's eye twitched violently.

'YOU BASTARD! YOU JUST MADE ME LOOK EVEN MORE SUSPICIOUS!'

Ravel Phoenix, still reeling from the insanity, tried to piece things together.

"Hold on…"

She rubbed her temples.

"What the hell… actually happened?"

The last thing she remembered—

The meeting had just started.

Now?

Sirzechs-sama were in a magical girl outfit.

Azazel the Leader of Fallen Angel was a cat maid.

Issei was flying out of the room like a missile.

Wait.

Issei?!

Ravel turned just in time to see Issei crash into the hallway wall.

"OOOOF—!"

A deep imprint of his body was left behind.

Smoke rose from the impact site.

A second later, his weak voice drifted back.

"S-Someone… call Asia…"

"HOW DARE A LOW-CLASS DEMON LIKE HIM TOUCH ME?!"

Katarea trembled with rage.

Her hands clenched into fists.

Her face?

Burning red with fury.

But also… confusion.

'How…? I don't remember him even getting close to me.'

Her eyes narrowed.

"Wait… No. Something's wrong."

She gritted her teeth, glaring at Kazuma.

"How did you manage to save that vampire so quickly?!"

Her voice was laced with suspicion.

"I had people watching him. There's no way you could've just walked in and taken him."

Yet—Gasper was already in Kazuma's arms.

Completely unharmed.

'Impossible…!'

Kazuma smirked.

His eyes gleamed with mischief.

"Oh?"

He tilted his head, looking at Katarea like she was a complete amateur.

"If this already shocked you…"

He slowly raised a single finger.

"Then get ready…"

His voice lowered.

"To have a bad time."

The air grew heavy.

A tense silence followed.

Katarea felt a chill crawl down her spine.

Kazuma straightened up.

"I am called Lord Kazuma for a reason!"

His voice boomed with confidence.

"And I am the kind of man… who does not hesitate to kick bad women like you for daring to harm innocent people like Gasper-chan!"

The room went silent.

Everyone stared at Kazuma.

Gasper's eyes sparkled.

'So cool…!'

He clutched Kazuma's sleeve.

"Kazuma-sama…!"

Kazuma stood tall.

Like a true hero.

Meanwhile—

Sirzechs cracked his knuckles.

Azazel loomed closer.

Katarea radiated pure wrath.

Satria?

He grinned, enjoying the show.

'Ah… what a fun day.'

•

Meanwhile, high above the chaos, on the rooftop—

The real Satria stood, watching the madness unfold below.

His shoulders shook violently.

His face was red.

His stomach hurt.

And yet—

"PFFT—!!"

He barely held back his laughter.

"BAHAHAHA!"

He slapped his knee, wheezing.

"Bagaimana cara kita memberitahunya?!"

(Oh man! How do we even tell him?!)

Beside him, Koneko stood silently.

Her expression is unreadable.

But the slight twitch at the corner of her lips…

It was clear.

She was holding back a chuckle too.

"Poor Kazuma-san," she murmured, sipping her juice box.

A long sigh escaped Fatalis.

She crossed her arms, watching her husband's childish antics.

"I swear…"

She shook her head.

"One day, karma will catch up to you for this."

Satria, still grinning, waved a hand.

"Ah, come on, dear~! It's just some harmless fun!"

Fatalis narrowed her glowing eyes.

"Harmless…?"

She glanced down.

Where Kazuma was still being targeted.

By an angry magical girl Sirzechs.

By a furious cat-maid Azazel.

By an enraged Katarea.

And in the distance—

Issei was barely regaining consciousness from the Katarea Launch Incident.

…

"…"

Fatalis sighed again, rubbing her temples.

To be continued...