Satria goes back to the DxD world, his foot crunching softly against the familiar ground. Sit there, awaiting him, were two breathtakingly beautiful women: Kiyohime, her delicate features framed by flowing hair, and Valiana, her piercing gaze filled with mischief.
Satria groaned inwardly. "How the hell did my life turn out like this?"
[Fatalis: Since you met the famous Truck-kun?]
Seated comfortably between Kiyohime and Valiana, Satria couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Despite his efforts to keep things low-key, his life seemed determined to thrust him into absurdly dramatic situations.
Kiyohime clung to his arm, her head resting on his shoulder as she smiled dreamily. "My danna-sama, you've worked so hard. Why not let me pamper you today?"
Valiana smirked, tracing a finger along his other arm. "Don't let her hog all the attention, Satria. I'm here too, you know."
Satria groaned softly, though a mischievous smirk tugged at his lips. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you two were plotting against me."
Kiyohime pouted. "Plotting? Against you? Never!"
Valiana chuckled, leaning closer. "And if we were, what would you do about it?"
Satria turned his attention to the screen, watching Issei's duel with Riser Phoenix.
The sight brought memories rushing back of their intense, whirlwind training session just days prior.
Flashback
Three days earlier, Issei stood in the forest near Kuoh Academy, drenched in sweat. Before him, Satria loomed like an unyielding wall, holding a handful of small stones.
"You need more than raw power to win, Issei," Satria began, his tone sharp but instructive. "Strength without control is meaningless. Precision, discipline, and strategy—that's what separates victors from losers."
Issei wiped his brow nervously. "Uh, what's with the stones?"
Satria smirked, his hand beginning to vibrate ominously. "Dodge them, or I'll make you regret it. Balance Breaker or not, this will hurt."
Before Issei could protest, Satria hurled the first stone with the speed of light. It slammed into Issei's armor, shattering a portion of it.
"What the—?!" Issei gasped, clutching his stomach.
"How is a mere stone piercing my armor?!" Ddraig roared in disbelief.
Satria's voice remained calm, almost clinical. "At high velocity, even a stone can carry the force of a meteor. It's basic physics: mass-energy equivalence. Now, stand up!"
Gritting his teeth, Issei rose. "Promotion: Rook!" he declared.
Hours passed. Issei's body was covered in bruises, but his resolve remained unbroken. Stone after stone slammed into him, and he failed time and again to dodge or deflect them.
Finally, as Satria prepared to launch another, Issei shouted: "Boost! BOOST! (15X)."
With a roar, Issei punched the stone mid-air, shattering it into fragments. He turned triumphantly, only for another stone to slam into his back.
"AGHH!"
Satria stood over him, arms crossed. "Remember this, Issei: strength alone isn't enough. A wise fighter listens, observes, and strategizes. Learn to read your enemy. Foolish bravery will only get you killed."
The sun bathed Satria in a golden glow, his presence almost divine.
"Why do I feel... drawn to him?" Ddraig murmured.
"I know, right?" Issei thought, momentarily distracted by awe.
Flashback End
•
On Screen-Issei POV
The present roared back into focus as Issei activated his Balance Breaker.
"Welsh Dragon, Over Booster!"
Rias gasped. "How—?! Since when?!"
Issei smirked at her reaction but kept his focus on Riser. "Get ready, chicken-boy!"
Riser launched forward, flames swirling around his fists. Issei sidestepped with a speed that left an afterimage, his phantom clone confusing Riser.
"What the—?!" Riser growled, swinging wildly.
From behind, Issei slammed a holy water-coated fist into Riser's back.
Riser howled, stumbling forward. "Holy water?! You dare?!"
Issei didn't relent. He grabbed Riser by the collar and unleashed a flurry of blows, each one imbued with precision and raw determination.
Pinned to the ground, his face bloodied, Riser glared up at Issei. "You insolent—"
"Shut up," Issei growled. "I'm the strongest pawn of Rias Gremory! Remember it, fried chicken!"
With one final, devastating punch, Issei knocked Riser unconscious.
{The Winner of the Rating Game is: Rias Gremory}
Ravel rushed forward, shielding her brother. "That's enough! Don't hurt him anymore!"
Issei stepped back, breathing heavily, a victorious grin on his face.
In the audience, Sirzechs Lucifer and his peerage leaned forward, intrigued. "Well, well. This Red Dragon Emperor is full of surprises."
Okita Souji nodded. "He never showed this level of skill during our training. Where did he learn this?"
"Wherever it was," Sirzechs said with a smirk, "he just might be the one to surpass all expectations."
•
Watching Issei land blow after blow on Riser, Satria smirked.
"Looks like the idiot actually learned something from our training," he muttered, leaning back into his seat.
Kiyohime tilted her head, curious. "Did you have something to do with this, Danna-sama?"
Satria chuckled, pulling her closer. "Maybe. But don't tell him I'm proud—his ego might explode."
Valiana laughed. "You're such a tease, Hubby."
[Fatalis: Though you'd never admit it, you've got a soft spot for that pawn of Rias Gremory. Admit it, bearer—you like playing mentor]
Satria ignored her, his eyes fixed on the screen as Issei's fist connected with Riser's face, sending the arrogant Phoenix sprawling to the ground.
"Good job, idiot," Satria muttered under his breath, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.
•
That night, the atmosphere in Satria's house shifted dramatically as Kiyohime and Valiana show up in front of him, dressed in sultry, alluring outfits that left little to the imagination. Their presence alone was enough to send a shiver down Satria's spine, but the mischievous looks in their eyes promised nothing short of trouble.
Satria blinked, caught completely off guard. "W-wait, what's with the outfits? And why are you two looking at me like that?"
Kiyohime wore a silky, light-blue kimono-like robe that barely clung to her shoulders, its fabric sheer enough to tease the curves underneath. The sash holding it together seemed intentionally loose, threatening to unravel with the slightest motion. Her delicate feet were adorned with ankle bells that jingled faintly as she walked toward him. The sight of her smooth, pale skin and the playful smile on her lips made Satria's face go crimson.
Valiana, on the other hand, opted for a bold black lace ensemble that hugged her figure perfectly. The intricate patterns left just enough to the imagination, while the high slit on her dress revealed her long, toned legs with every step she took. Her sharp eyes were filled with mischief as she approached him, the sheer confidence in her stride making his throat go dry.
"I-isn't it a bit too cold to dress like that?" Satria stammered, taking an instinctive step back, his ears burning.
Kiyohime giggled softly, twirling a strand of her long hair. "Oh, my dear husband, are you worried about us catching a chill? How sweet. But I think you should be more concerned about yourself right now."
Valiana leaned in slightly, her ruby-red lips curving into a smirk. "You're adorable when you blush. Is this the first time you've had girls this close to you?"
Satria's face flushed crimson, and he instinctively took a step back. "Whoa, whoa, WHOA! Hold on a second! We're not officially married! I-I can't just... You know! That's forbidden!"
Both women giggled, finding his panicked reaction utterly adorable.
Kiyohime tilted her head, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm. "Oh, is that what's bothering you, my dearest? Don't worry. We've taken care of everything."
Valiana smirked, pulling a pair of neatly prepared documents from behind her back and holding them out triumphantly. "Here. A marriage certificate. All we need is your signature, and it's official."
Satria stared at the papers in disbelief. "Wait... You're serious? You already... How?! When did you even—?"
Valiana leaned closer, her voice soft yet teasing. "Don't worry about the details, love. I've handled everything, including the... technicalities."
Kiyohime gently took his hand, her expression surprisingly sweet. "Come on, husband. Just sign here, and we'll officially be a family. Isn't that what you want?"
Satria hesitated, his heart racing as he looked between the two of them. The soft warmth in Kiyohime's smile and the confident reassurance in Valiana's gaze made it impossible to say no. With a resigned sigh, he picked up the pen.
"Fine. But only because I don't want you two holding this over my head later," he muttered, scribbling his signature on the paper.
The moment the ink dried, Kiyohime and Valiana exchanged victorious smiles.
Valiana grinned. "Good boy. Now, we're officially a family." She leaned closer, whispering in his ear. "And thank you for the meal."
Before Satria could question her choice of words, both women grabbed his arms and playfully dragged him toward the massive king-sized bed.
•
When dawn broke, Satria lay sprawled across the bed, his expression a mix of happiness and disbelief. Kiyohime was curled up on his left, looking as serene as an angel, while Valiana rested on his right, her satisfied smirk still visible even in her sleep.
Satria groaned, covering his face with a pillow. "What even is my life anymore?"
From beside him, Kiyohime stirred, her voice soft yet teasing. "Good morning, danna-sama. Did you sleep well?"
Valiana stretched lazily, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Or should I ask, did we keep you up too much?"
Satria leaned back on the plush bed, one hand lazily tracing over Valiana's toned abs. Her flawless skin felt smooth under his fingertips, the faint ripple of her muscles evident as she flexed slightly under his touch.
"You know," he said, his voice soft but teasing, "I really love when my girls have strong, fit bodies like yours. It makes me feel... protected." His lips curled into a mischievous grin as he glanced between Kiyohime and Valiana.
Valiana raised an eyebrow, a sly smile on her face. "Oh? So, the great Satria likes being protected, does he? How adorable."
Kiyohime leaned closer, her fingers brushing his cheek as her gaze softened. "Fufufu... Of course, we know. Not to mention, you're such a spoiled little puppy sometimes, always wanting our attention."
"Wait—what?!" Satria's playful demeanor immediately crumbled, his eyes widening as he sat up, flustered.
Valiana chuckled, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at him with mock innocence. "Oh, come on. It suits you perfectly. You pout, you demand attention, and you're too cute for your own good."
Kiyohime joined in, her laugh like a melody. "Indeed, danna-sama. You're our adorable little puppy. It's part of your charm, after all."
Satria crossed his arms, his face flushed. "Tch, stupid... No one respects me in this household." His lips formed an exaggerated pout, making him look even more endearing.
The two women exchanged amused glances before leaning in closer to console him, their tones warm and affectionate.
"There, there," Kiyohime cooed, running her fingers through his hair like a doting mother. "You're still our special, irreplaceable husband, no matter what."
Valiana placed a gentle hand on his cheek, tilting his head toward her. "Exactly. Don't sulk. We might tease, but you're the most important person in our lives. And we wouldn't have you any other way."
Despite himself, Satria felt his irritation melt away under their affectionate gestures. He grumbled under his breath but didn't pull away, his heart warming at the genuine care in their words.
"Fine, fine," he muttered, leaning back with a small smirk. "But don't think I'll let you off easy next time."
Valiana and Kiyohime exchanged a knowing smile. "Whatever you say, puppy," they said in unison, earning another groan from their beloved.
•
Satria sat on the couch, strumming his acoustic guitar with a calm rhythm as his soothing voice filled the room.
"Kita bikin romantis... Bikin paling romantis..."
[Fatalis: Sambil gandengan tangan, hati pelukan di angan syahdu]
Fatalis bobbed her head in rhythm, occasionally humming along. The ancient dragon, amused by Satria's hobby, decided to support him by harmonizing in her mystical tone.
Satria chuckled. "Not bad, huh? Maybe we should start a band. Fatalis and the Flash—has a nice ring to it, right?"
[Fatalis: Only if I get top billing, hehehe]
Just as they hit the chorus, Valiana burst into the room, her step clicking against the floor with urgency. She grabbed the remote and turned on the television, where a news report blared, showcasing shaky footage of an armored figure speeding through the streets in a flash of black and white light.
"Hubby," Valiana said, her voice carrying a mix of disbelief and frustration. She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you the one they're calling Black Flash?!"
Satria froze, his hand halting on the strings mid-strum. His eyes darted nervously to the screen, which showed a dramatic slow-motion replay of a collision involving the mysterious figure and a young woman. The report continued, claiming the girl had not only survived but had been miraculously resurrected, leading to chaos in both the human and supernatural worlds.
Satria laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. "Uh... Incident, dear. Total accident, I swear."
Valiana's eyes narrowed. "Incident? You bumped into a college girl at supersonic speed and resurrected her! Do you have any idea the uproar this caused? Azazel himself is mobilizing the Slash Dogs and me to hunt you down!"
From across the room, Kiyohime joined the conversation, her tone filled with exasperation. "Of course, he would. How did it even get this far?"
Satria sighed, setting down his guitar. "Okay, okay, let me explain! So, it started when I wanted to test this new ability of mine—you know, pushing my limits. But... I kind of underestimated how fast I could go. Before I knew it—boom! I lost control, collided with the poor girl, and... well, resurrected her as a reflex."
Kiyohime and Valiana groaned in unison, pinching the bridges of their noses.
Valiana glared at him, though there was a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "Hubby, only you could accidentally turn a normal test into an international incident."
Kiyohime shook her head. "We can't leave you unsupervised, can we?"
[Fatalis: Honestly, I don't know whether to be proud or concerned. You've managed to make both humans and supernatural beings scramble because you can't control your powers]
Satria raised his hands defensively. "Hey, it's not like I meant to become a wanted fugitive. Can't we just call it... practice gone wrong?"
Valiana sighed, sitting beside him. "Well, practice or not, you've painted a giant target on your back. Let's hope the next time you 'experiment,' it doesn't involve the entire supernatural community."
Satria nodded sheepishly. "Noted. No more experimenting... in public."
Kiyohime crossed her arms, giving him a stern look. "You'd better not. Otherwise, I'll tie you up and keep you from moving altogether."
Despite the scolding, Satria chuckled. "You two truly know how to keep me grounded."
Valiana rolled her eyes but smiled. "Someone has to."
He then checked out Dimensional Chat and noticed Kurumi in the middle of a heated argument with Batman Junior.
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Spider-Man: Em... careful with your words, please. You're going to scare the newcomers."
Evil Spirit: "Peter Parker-chan, I suggest you don't interrupt. Otherwise, I'll eat you."
Spider-Man: "..."
Batman Junior: "You think I'm scared, you killer? We don't have the right to decide life and death. We're not judges or executioners!"
[Ding! God of Hope has logged in]
God of Hope: "Hello, everyone. What's going on?"
Evil Spirit: "Oh, perfect timing, God. This little bat @Junior has some ridiculous idealism. He says we shouldn't kill our enemies, even if they're actively trying to kill us. No wonder villains in his world keep escaping without fear. What do you think about this?"
God of Hope: "Hmm... that's an interesting perspective. But first, can you explain how your world operates, @Junior?"
Batman Junior: "Okay, I'll simplify. In my world, we face all kinds of threats—villains, criminals, magic, aliens, you name it. Heroes like me work tirelessly to protect it. But we follow a strict moral code: 'no killing.' It's what separates us from the villains."
Ice Sadist: "Your world sounds fun—better than mine. At least there are people who can fight me on equal footing."
God of Hope: "It's similar to my current world in some ways. But where I'm now, heroes will kill if there's no other choice."
Spider-Man: "Wait, hold up! You're a hero too, @God? Are you like Thor—the God of Thunder in my world's Avengers?"
Shin: "I'm curious too, @God. Can you tell us about your world?"
God of Hope: "Ever heard of a hero named Patronus, @Spider?"
Spider-Man: "Nope, doesn't ring a bell."
God of Hope: "I thought so. My guess was right. I'm from a different universe. But in mine, I'm a member of the Avengers, and you know me there, @Spider."
King of Knights: "What is an Avenger? And how can a god be a hero?"
Shin: "In Spider-Man's world, having gods as heroes is normal. The threats aren't just from Earth, @King, but from outer space too. Avengers is a team of Earth's mightiest heroes."
God of Hope: "That's right. Too many lunatics here with dreams of world domination."
Spider-Man: "Really? Then the multiverse is real?"
God of Hope: "It is. As for @Junior's idealism, I respect it, but sometimes hard decisions must be made. Think about your family—what if a villain threatened them? Or your world's future? Some people can't change. Ultimately, though, the decision is yours, and I respect that."
King of Knights: "Well said, @God. You're surprisingly humble for someone who calls themselves a god."
Spider-Man: "I second that. Much respect, @God."
God of Hope: "Thanks, but just so you know, I only recently ascended. Don't call me 'sir'; it makes me feel old. I'm just 23."
King of Knights: "Wait, what? How does a human ascend to godhood at such a young age? Care to explain?"
God of Hope: "Another time, @King. Speaking of which, could I ask you about your history later?"
King of Knights: "Sure. Why are you interested in my life?"
God of Hope: "My girlfriend's an archaeologist. She idolizes you and is obsessed with your history."
King of Knights: "Alright. But in exchange, I want to hear your story too."
God of Hope: "Deal."
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Satria closed the chat with a frown. "Who the hell is Patronus? Fatalis, search my memory for any mention of a Marvel character with that name."
[Fatalis: Nothing, brother. I can't find anything about him]
Satria scratched his head. "I don't remember a God of Hope or a Patronus in the Avengers either. Maybe it's an alternate universe or reincarnated thing. Either way, I need to learn more about this guy."
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[Ding! Kazuma-sama has logged in]
Kazuma-sama: "Hey, everyone! The great Kazuma-sama is here and ready for anything!"
Shin: "Wow, it's rare to see you this energetic. What happened, Lolizuma?"
Kazuma-sama: "Don't call me Lolizuma, you bastard! And for your information, I recently bought a mansion! Thanks to Jiraiya's book sales being a huge success, I no longer have to sleep in stables. I'm finally living the dream and dedicating myself to becoming a pro NEET. Oh, and @Pervert, here's a gift for your research."
[Kazuma-sama has gifted Pervert Sage]
God of Hope: "..."
Spider-Man: "..."
Batman Junior: "..."
Shin: "..."
Pervert Sage: "As expected of Kazuma, only a true connoisseur can recognize the value of true art. Men like us must stick together!"
King of Knight: "You're both disgusting."
Ice Sadist: "Hmm, looks like some people are asking to be punished."
Evil Spirit: "Not only are you a lolicon, but a shameless pervert too like Perverts Sage. I'm upgrading your title to Trashzuma."
Pervert Sage: "Hey, I'm not a pervert—I'm a super pervert!"
Evil Spirit: "...."
King of Knights: "Idiots like you need discipline. If we ever meet, prepare for your punishment."
Pervert Sage: "...."
Kazuma-sama: "...."
Suddenly, Spider-Man broke the silence.
Spider-Man: "Guys, help me! A giant gate just appeared in New York, and monsters are pouring out of it!"
[Ding! Group Quest Activated!]
[Anomaly Detected: Stop the invasion of the Burning Legion and destroy the portal connecting the two worlds]
[Participants Required: 4]
[Note: Time will be frozen in each participant's world during the mission]
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Satria froze, his mind racing. "How the hell is the Burning Legion showing up in New York? This is bad... Very bad."
[Fatalis: So, are we joining the mission?]
Satria clenched his fists. "Of course, we are."
To be continued.