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A place where the very fabric of reality blurred and folded upon itself. A domain untouched by time, where the laws of existence twisted into infinity. Here, the endless void stretched in every direction, a vast canvas of swirling colors and unending darkness. This was the uncharted expanse ruled by two beings: Great Red, the Apocalypse Dragon, and Ophis, the Infinite Dragon God.

But today, they were no longer alone.

"So, this is the place between places," murmured the Black Dragon, her eyes gleaming as she gazed into the abyss. "A world untouched by time and space... And yet—nyam~ there's power here. Ancient, immeasurable power."

She bit into a steaming takoyaki, chewing lazily within a protective bubble of magic conjured by Satria. Despite the cosmic clash unfolding before her, she looked more interested in her snack.

Satria, however, was distracted.

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Dimensional Chat

ID Name: BangSat

Coins: 232,000

Recent Matches:

Defeated Taksaka (+15,000©)

Defeated Evil Dragon, Crom Cruach (+14,000© + 1 Surprise Box)

Tamed the Infinite Dragon (+30,000© + 1 Surprise Box)

Protected the Peace Conference from Khaos Brigade (Failed for BangSat)

[Mission Complete]

[36,000© will be distributed]

[15,000© + 1 Surprise Box for Kazuma-sama]

[15,000© + 1 Surprise Box for Hero Hunter]

[6,000© + 1 Surprise Box for Emilia]

Defeated Biblical Faction Leaders (Sirzechs Lucifer, Serafall Leviathan, Azazel, Michael)

[Congratulations! You received: Shadow Case]

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Satria pouted. "What?! I failed a mission? Not fair!"

Fatalis, his dragon wife, smirked at his misery. "Ahahaha! You were the one who caused havoc at the peace conference, remember?" She waved a dismissive hand. "Honestly, those bastards deserved it. And let's be real—it was fun."

"But still—!"

Fatalis leaned in, nudging him. "C'mon, hubby, don't sulk. You still got a reward, right?"

Satria sighed, nodding. "Yeah, something called Shadow Case... It kinda reminds me of CS:GO crates, though." He flipped the item in his inventory, frowning. "I have no idea what's inside, but knowing my luck, it's either gonna be amazing... or total garbage."

Fatalis chuckled. "I can't deny it."

Satria scoffed. "I swear, the system hates me sometimes." His attention flickered back to the battlefield. "Who do you think is gonna win?"

Fatalis crossed her arms, watching the cosmic battle with keen eyes. "They're evenly matched. It's hard to say..." Then her eyes lit up. "Oh! Ay, ay, ay, look at that, hubby! Our little loli dragon is making a move!" She cupped her hands around her mouth. "Here comes the Black Stream of Destruction from Ophis, saudara-saudara sekalian, and—"

Satria groaned. "Shhh! Not the time to play wannabe sports commentator, Bun! I gotta stop them before they completely obliterate this world!"

"Hehe~ ya, maaf yah~" Fatalis giggled, tapping her forehead with a playful "teehee".

Satria's breath hitched. Damn it, why is she so cute?

"Ugh, stop doing that! Every time you look at me like that, my heart melts."

Fatalis smirked, draping her arms around his neck. "Aww~ Ayah bisa aja~ But you know what? I love you more than there are stars in the sky, Satria."

They drifted closer, momentarily lost in each other.

The battle? Forgotten.

The fate of the world? An afterthought.

The cosmic dragons clash in the distance?

...Annoyed.

•

The Dimensional Gap quaked under the weight of the two mightiest dragons in existence. Reality itself trembled as Great Red, the Apocalypse Dragon, and Ophis, the Infinite Dragon God, prepared to clash.

But then—

A different disturbance echoed through the void.

A sound.

A… very annoying sound.

Smooch.

Smooch.

Giggle.

Great Red twitched. "What… the hell…?"

She turned toward the source, her crimson eyes twitching in irritation. Right in the middle of her battle, someone was making out.

Loudly.

Obnoxiously.

The mighty dragon turned her titanic head, her gaze locking onto a floating magic bubble in the distance. Inside, a white-haired man and a beautiful dragon-like woman were… cuddling? Flirting? Straight-up ignoring the fact that two literal creatures of destruction were about to tear reality apart?

Her flames crackled with annoyance.

"Oi. It's already noisy enough in this realm without people making out during a goddamn battle."

Her irritation faded slightly as curiosity took over.

"Wait a minute…" Great Red squinted, taking a closer look. "How the hell did he get here without me noticing?"

Her eyes flickered toward the woman beside him—she was powerful, a dragon of considerable might. Their body language, the way they looked at each other, the way she casually stole his food—

"Wait, they're CLOSE?"

Her curiosity deepened.

"Who is that woman?"

Ophis, still watching from the sidelines, didn't even flinch. "She is Fatalis, the Elder Dragon. She is part of my family now. As I mentioned earlier, they're strong enough to exist here alongside us."

Great Red froze.

"Wait, WAIT, WAIT—"

She whipped around to face Ophis, flames flickering in disbelief.

"YOU DAMN OLD HAG! If he has a harem, then why the hell didn't you introduce me to him?!"

For a dragon like Great Red, finding a worthy mate was beyond difficult. Not only did this man catch Ophis interest, but the sheer power radiating from him was enough to make her instincts scream.

A golden opportunity.

And Ophis hadn't said a word?

The Infinite Dragon remained impassive. "I don't care who he mates with, as long as it's not you."

Great Red growled. The old grudge between them was far from forgotten.

Her body ignited with crimson flames, her massive wings unfurling like a burning cosmos.

"I guess I need to remind you why I'm called the strongest existence in this world!"

Ophis, as calm as ever, merely tilted her head. A pulse of endless darkness coiled around her.

Crimson flames met infinite shadows.

The very fabric of reality screamed.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!"

A blinding light erupted between them, halting the clash in an instant.

The universe itself seemed to hold its breath.

Between the two warring dragons, a towering figure descended, his radiant form illuminating the void like a newborn star.

He raised a hand, forming a massive barrier of pure energy. The colliding forces of destruction and infinity shattered against it, their power dissipating into harmless light.

For the first time in ages, Great Red took a step back.

"W-Who… are you?"

Her massive form loomed over him, but for the first time in eternity—she felt small.

The newcomer's presence was overwhelming, his energy vast and boundless, stabilizing the chaotic void around them.

Something that reminded her of the very stars themselves.

The towering warrior's piercing gaze met hers.

His body gleamed with gold and silver light, his very essence humming with the power of the cosmos.

Satria had arrived.

Not as Black Flash.

Not as a mere warrior.

But as Ultraman Legend.

Ophis, wrapped in Satria's embrace, purred blissfully.

"My mate, that's the Baka Red! I don't like her, and I want you… Hauh~ Please… don't touch that spot~ I start to feel weird in certain areas when you do this to me."

Her voice trembled as a new sensation washed over her. His touch. It wasn't just physical—it pulsed with a calming energy, one that seeped deep into her very essence. The Infinite Dragon God, the embodiment of silence and stillness, shuddered.

For the first time in her endless existence, something other than infinity filled her soul.

Satria chuckled, his fingers glowing with soft, soothing light.

"There, there. Allow me to soothe your heart, Ophis."

He activated Requiem of Light, a divine radiance cascading over Ophis's enormous serpent body. The gentle glow washed away the tension in her form, as though unraveling the very concept of conflict itself.

The Apocalypse Dragon watched with wide eyes.

Great Red froze.

This human? Warrior? God? He had just pacified Ophis—with nothing but his presence. No battle. No force.

Just a simple, calming touch.

Satria glanced up at the colossal red dragon. "And you… You're Great Red, right?"

Great Red, still recovering from her shock, gave a slow nod. "Yes… That's me."

Then she narrowed her eyes. "Are you… Ophis's mate?"

Satria sighed dramatically. "Yes, yes… If that's what you want to call it." He flicked Ophis's forehead playfully. "These problematic dragons have been clinging to me ever since I arrived here. And let me tell you—they're very persistent."

Ophis nuzzled into his chest. "Mmm~ My mate. Mine."

Great Red huffed, amused by their dynamic.

Satria grinned, crossing his arms. "It's lucky they met someone like me—handsome, strong, and, of course, incredibly kind."

Goldy and Fatalis both rolled their eyes.

"Now…" Satria's playful tone softened. "Back to the main topic—what's the real issue between you two? Let's resolve this through proper deliberation, shall we?"

The two dragons blinked.

Deliberation?

They had never even considered that before.

Great Red exhaled, a rumble like rolling thunder.

"Hah… If you say so,"

Ophis nodded. "Only because my mate wants it."

A silence settled over them—one not of tension, but of newfound understanding.

Then, in a move that shocked even Ophis, Great Red shifted closer to Satria, lowering her massive head.

For the first time in her long, lonely existence…

She felt warmth.

Satria's presence was unlike anything she had ever encountered. It wasn't just power—it was something far more rare.

A feeling long forgotten fluttered in her heart.

And before she even realized it—

She snuggled against him.

In her massive dragon form.

"Wha—?" Satria barely had time to react before he was suddenly buried under a mountain of Apocalypse Dragon affection.

Ophis scowled. "Baka Red, don't touch him so much. Mine."

Great Red smirked. "Not anymore."

"Uh… Can you move a bit? I don't want another misunderstanding. My hands are already full taking care of my big family—and you're heavy! Ouch!"

Another flick.

Great Red grinned. "It's rude to mention a lady's weight, boy. You should learn some manners—"

A sudden gust of energy rushed past them as Fatalis appeared in her dragon form, gracefully snatching Satria away with her ebony-clad wings.

Her eyes narrowed. "Satria-kun, seducing another woman again? What will the others say when they hear about this? And why… do you always attract the odd ones? Are you sure you're not catnip for dragons?"

Satria groaned. "Not you too! And who are you calling catnip?! I just want a peaceful life—lazing around at home, living in luxury with my family. Please have mercy on this poor soul!"

Fatalis smirked. "Not so fast, Great Red." She flared her wings, wrapping them protectively around Satria. "If you want to be with my husband, you'll need permission from me and the other wives first."

Satria's soul nearly left his body. "You talk like I'm even considering it! I'm not ready for more responsibility—"

Great Red chuckled, tilting her massive head as she winked at him. "Oh? Is that all you need, my dear? This big sister can give you anything you desire~" Her voice turned silky, playful. "I can make your family the happiest in the world. I am the dragon that makes dreams come true, after all~"

Before Satria could protest, the air rumbled.

A deep, resonant shockwave echoed through the Dimensional Gap.

Fatalis' expression hardened. "What the hell is happening now?"

Ophis, for once, looked mildly concerned. "…We've torn reality itself."

Satria blinked. "…What?"

Ophis continued, her usually monotone voice tinged with the slightest unease. "The sheer presence of multiple beings like us in one place… We've created distortions in the void."

A low, guttural howl echoed in the distance—one that did not belong to any known being.

Satria turned, and his stomach dropped.

A vast, swirling void had formed behind them. A tear in reality itself.

A wound in the multiverse.

The black abyss twisted and pulsed, devouring the very concept of existence around it.

Then—

It expanded.

The pull was instantaneous.

"You must be kidding me—!!!" Satria dug his feet into the ground, his energy flaring as he tried to resist.

But it was useless.

The vacuum consumed all.

The force ripped them from the Dimensional Gap, dragging them into a spiraling tunnel of cosmic energy—colors no mortal had ever seen, stars collapsing and reforming in an instant.

As they were hurled through the endless void, Satria screamed in despair—

"NOOOOO!!! I CAN'T LEAVE MY KIDS ALONE! I PROMISED TO PLAY WITH THEM TODAY!!!"

But the multiverse did not care.

They were gone.

•

Satria groaned as he rose from the massive crater he had formed upon impact. His batik shirt, embroidered with intricate dragon motifs, smoldered from the descent. He rolled his shoulders, feeling the alien energy in the air, the pulse of an unfamiliar world vibrating beneath his feet. The sky stretched above him, dotted with constellations he did not recognize.

"Looks like we've been sent to another world… Damn." His eyes scanned the unfamiliar terrain before sighing.

A familiar voice chimed in beside him.

"Can you clean mine, dear?" Fatalis asked, brushing dust off her dark, fitted jacket. Her attire had a military-meets-elegant design, layered over a green vest, a white shirt, and a yellow tie. "My favorite suit got ruined."

A snap of fingers.

In an instant, her outfits were restored, looking as pristine as before.

"Aw~ Thank you, Red-san." Fatalis grinned.

Satria blinked, his mind processing that someone else had just used magic before him. He turned his head—and froze.

Standing before him was Great Red—but not as a colossal dragon.

She had long, flowing crimson hair that cascaded down her back like wildfire, and piercing golden eyes that gleamed with mischief. Her battle-ready yet alluring attire—a stylish black ensemble with gothic elements, thigh-high boots, sheer stockings, and armored accents—blended beauty with danger.

And yet, despite her intimidating aura… she smirked.

"Never mind that~ this is the perfect time to demonstrate my skills and create a good image for my prospective family."

Satria's mouth opened and closed like a fish. "A-Alamak! I-Is that you, Great Red?!"

Her smirk widened. "Well, well, you look like you've seen a ghost," She stepped closer, arms crossed, her toned form impossibly confident. "What's got you so flustered?"

Satria ran a hand through his white hair, trying to compose himself. "I-I just... you look... Not what I expected and... um..." He mumbled under his breath, "It's so big… it rivals the tomato-head mother…"

Great Red's ears perked.

A playful glint flashed in her golden eyes.

"Oh? Is that so? Well then… take a closer look. Maybe you even want to touch it? I don't mind~"

She leaned forward slightly, teasing him further.

Before Satria could react—

"That's close enough, Baka Red."

A low growl rumbled from beside them.

Ophis.

Her obsidian eyes gleamed with draconic fury, her aura coiling around Satria possessively. "He's mine. Stay away."

Great Red chuckled, pulling back just a little, though her fire hadn't dimmed. "Oh? Really, Ophis? I just wanted to know more about the man who caught your attention. Perhaps he deserves a bit more... excitement?" She tilted her head, eyes gleaming mischievously. "A companion who knows how to keep things interesting?"

Ophis' temper flared, her human form flickering with hints of black scales, the air distorting from her sheer presence.

Satria, sensing the rising tension, took a few careful steps back.

"Bunda… Aku takut."

Beside him, Fatalis gave him a motherly pat on the back. "That's what happens when you play with a girl's heart, dear. Having a harem is exciting and thrilling, isn't it?"

Satria, sweating, "I-I don't think so?"

Before the argument could escalate, a voice echoed in Satria's mind.

[Something is coming for us. Prepare yourself]

Goldy's warning snapped him into focus.

His lighthearted expression hardened. "Get ready. There's a group of people approaching us."

"Oh? We've just arrived, and already, we have guests? How interesting." Fatalis' lips curled into a smirk, her golden eyes gleaming with curiosity.

"You there," Great Red's voice carried through the air, laced with authority. "Why are you hiding? Come forth and state your purpose!"

From the shadows, a figure stepped into the moonlight, their form outlined by a gentle blue aura. Satria narrowed his eyes, observing the stranger closely.

A blue slime with a laid-back air, it's form shimmering with a gentle azure aura. Beside it, a massive wolf-like creature stood proudly, its golden eyes exuding intelligence and loyalty.

Satria narrowed his eyes, sensing something oddly familiar about this being.

"Who are you?" he asked, keeping his tone even. "And what do you want?"

The slime raised a hand in a non-threatening manner, a friendly smile playing on his lips.

"There's no need to be hostile! I'm just here to make sure no one stirs up trouble in my territory. I am Rimuru Tempest, ruler of this new village in the Jura Forest. And you are…?"

Great Red eyed him, amusement flickering in her gaze. "We have no purpose here, little one. Our battle tore open a rift, and we were cast into your world by the whims of fate."

Ophis stepped forward, her chilling aura spreading like creeping frost.

"We seek no conflict with this realm," she stated, her voice eerily calm, "but our power cannot be contained. If you wish to challenge us, know that you will face the end."

A visible shiver ran through the atmosphere.

"S-Sorry! I did not mean to be rude or offend you at all!" Rimuru q quickly bowed, his lighthearted charm giving way to genuine caution.

The tense moment was broken by Fatalis' sudden outburst.

"Wait, wait… did you say Rimuru?" Her voice crackled with excitement, her amber eyes lighting up. She took a step closer, eyeing the slime with great curiosity.

"Like, the Rimuru Tempest? The one who becomes a Demon Lord, builds a nation of monsters, and—ops! I almost gave it all away! No spoilers!~"

Silence.

Rimuru blinked, his smile faltering slightly as he processed her words.

He scratched the back of his head. "That's… quite the introduction."

Then, laughing awkwardly, he shrugged. "As you can see, I'm just an ordinary slime! There's no way I'm some kind of Demon Lord." He then gave a hopeful grin. "But regardless, I'd rather be friends than enemies."

Satria studied Rimuru carefully.

And what he saw surprised him.

Inside this being's heart was purity—a kindness so genuine and radiant that it felt almost unnatural. A soul willing to do anything to protect those around her, to build a world where everyone could be happy and safe.

But that kindness…

Could just as easily be her greatest weakness.

"I am Satria, a traveler from another world. We arrived here after being thrown from our own." Satria spoke calmly, noting the flicker of surprise in Rimuru's expression. "These three are my companions—Fatalis, Ophis, and Great Red. Rest assured, we have no intention of causing trouble."

Rimuru's eyes widened. "Another world?" His body shimmered, shifting into humanoid form, appearing soft and adorable with an almost pouty expression that only added to his playful charm.

"What planet and nation are you from, if I may ask?" he inquired, his previous wariness now replaced by curiosity.

Satria found himself smiling, feeling the tension ease. "I hail from Earth. My homeland is Indonesia." He then gave a slight bow. "It is truly an honor to meet you, Miss Rimuru."

For a moment, silence.

Rimuru blinked. "Miss... Rimuru?"

Unfazed, Satria continued, his voice rich with admiration. "The way you care for your people with such grace and wisdom, it's no wonder you've become a leader among them. I have seen your soul, and I am moved by its purity. You have sought neither glory nor riches, but only to bring comfort to those around you. Yours is a heart that shines like a star."

A beat of silence.

Rimuru looked genuinely confused. A faint pink hue dusted his cheeks as he processed Satria's words.

"U-uh, Satria, that's very polite of you," Rimuru stammered, raising a hand to interject.

Before he could finish, Fatalis burst out laughing, clutching her sides.

"Pffft—Oh no, Satria! Oh my dear husband, you've got it all wrong!" She wiped a tear from her eye, struggling to contain her amusement. "Rimuru here isn't a 'Lady'—he's actually a guy!"

Satria froze mid-step.

The realization hit him like a bucket of cold water.

His face paled, then twitched. His mouth opened and closed, words failing him.

"...It can't be…" He took a slow, deliberate step back, as if rejecting reality itself.

"How can someone this small, cute, and innocent possibly be a man?" He pointed at Rimuru, his voice almost pleading. "You—are you sure?! I refuse to believe it!"

Rimuru, still faintly blushing, pouted in frustration.

"Y-yeah, yeah! I get that a lot, okay?! Besides, being a slime, gender isn't exactly a big deal to me! You jerk!"

Great Red, watching with amusement, chuckled.

"Ah~ I understand, Rimuru-chan." She folded her arms, her smirk widening. "For being like us, gender is hardly a concern. We can swap at will. What's the fuss?"

Ophis, standing beside her, nodded.

"On this, I agree with Baka Red."

Satria held his head in his hands. "No... I can't accept this... My worldview is crumbling..."

Meanwhile, Fatalis kept laughing.

"Face it, dear husband—your admiration speech just made you sound like a hopeless romantic."

"What's wrong with my life and family?!" Satria groaned, throwing his hands up in despair. "Why is everything around me so super-duper weird?!"

Fatalis, ever the wise (or chaotic), chuckled and folded her arms. "Well, there's a saying—birds of a feather really do flock together. And sometimes... it takes a real man to become the best girl."

Great Red nodded sagely. "Truer words have never been spoken, Fatalis."

Rimuru groaned, burying his face in his hands.

"Can we please move on from this?!"

Satria twitched. "Dumbass!" He shot a glare at the two dragons before turning to Rimuru with an apologetic look. "Sorry about their antics. They're not right in the head, unlike me."

Rimuru squinted at him, his smile twitching. Something about Satria felt... off. More so than the two chaos-infused creature standing beside him.

'I don't know about that... this guy might actually be worse... and far more dangerous.' Rimuru kept that thought to himself.

A sudden gust of wind rustled the leaves, carrying a faint sense of unease.

"Well, I appreciate the conversation," Rimuru's tone shifted to something more serious. "But this area is dangerous. We've got a bit of a situation. There's an Orc Lord rallying an army nearby, and I can't afford distractions. I suggest you leave this area for your own safety."

"An Orc Lord, you say?" Fatalis took a step forward, her voice losing its playful edge, now firm with resolve. "If you're willing, we'd like to offer our help in defending your village."

Rimuru blinked in surprise. "Really?! You'll help us?" His face lit up, clearly relieved to have powerful allies on his side.

"Why?" Satria muttered, rubbing his temples. "They can handle this themselves. I just want to go ho—"

Before he could finish, a cool hand slid from the nearby tree and gently cupped his chin.

His breath hitched as Fatalis leaned in, her eyes locking onto his.

"Satria~," she cooed, her voice velvety smooth. "Darling, do you really think we can just walk away from this? That you, of all people, can ignore those in need? That's not like you... Is it?"

Satria felt his entire body freeze. His mind screamed at him to look away, but her grip was firm, tilting his chin just enough that he was forced to meet her gaze.

The intensity in her piercing golden eyes sent a shiver down his spine. Dangerous. Predatory. Teasing.

"U-Uh..." Satria stammered.

Great Red grinned. "Oh ho~ she got him good."

Ophis simply nodded. "Indeed."

Satria gulped. Fatalis' smirk widened.

"See? That's why I love you, dear. Always so noble—"

"—I NEVER AGREED TO THIS!" Satria burst out, flailing as he tried to pull away.

Fatalis giggling. "Oops~ too late now."

Her breath was warm against his ear, a tantalizing contrast to the goosebumps trailing down his spine. A slow, dangerous smile curled at her lips, just enough to reveal the sharp hint of fangs.

Then, in a voice dangerously sweet, she whispered something only for him to hear.

Satria's entire body tensed. His face burned.

"Okay, okay, I get it. I'm sorry, Bun." He muttered, looking anywhere but at her.

Fatalis' smile widened. Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

"Good boy."

Satria groaned, defeated.

Rimuru, watching this unfold, couldn't help but laugh. 'This guy is weird.'

She finally released his chin, her fingers trailing down to rest lightly against his chest—right over his pounding heartbeat.

Fatalis, however, had already shifted gears, turning toward Rimuru with an air of calculated authority.

"Sorry about him," she said smoothly, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "And yup~ we'll help you. But... we want something in return. Don't worry, it'll be beneficial for all of us, Rimuru-san."

The once-playful edge in her tone was replaced by a businesslike sharpness, the voice of someone accustomed to making deals with gods and monsters alike.

Rimuru regarded them for a long moment, expression unreadable. There was no fear, no hesitation—only thoughtful calculation.

Finally, he nodded.

"Alright. Let's head back to the village and discuss this further," Rimuru said, his easygoing smile returning. "If you're as strong as you seem, you might just tip the scales in our favor."

The tension that had lingered in the air dissipated slightly, replaced with something steadier. A mutual understanding. A step toward something neither side had anticipated.

Fatalis, despite herself, felt a flicker of appreciation for Rimuru's level-headed nature. He could have taken offense, could have pushed back, but instead, he adapted. That kind of flexibility in a leader was rare.

Perhaps, just perhaps, this unexpected journey wouldn't just be about fighting an Orc Lord.

Perhaps, it would lead to something more.

Something... worth staying for.

To be continued...