A moment of silence fell over the room as everyone waited for Satria to continue his untold story.
With a snap of his fingers, a shimmering blue sphere materialized around them. "Room," Satria declared calmly. "Shambles."
In an instant, the group found themselves transported into a grand meeting room. The sphere faded, leaving a lingering hum of energy that some, like Artoria, Kuroka, and Baobhan, couldn't quite grasp. The energy was foreign-neither mana, chakra, nor any force they could identify.
Meanwhile, Satria reclined against Selena's soft, comforting embrace, her presence grounding him as he absentmindedly patted Vaporeon's head. A faint glow of cosmic energy surrounded his hand, soothing the creature into a state of serene relaxation.
Kiyohime, ever the devoted wife, stepped forward with a graceful bow. "Danna-sama, allow me to serve something for our guests."
Satria gave her a small nod. "Go ahead."
Golden sparks flickered around his body, and with a flash, a perfect replica of himself appeared beside her. "You," he addressed the clone, "go with Kiyohime and ask Bobon to help prepare a banquet for our guests. Make sure it's something appetizing."
"Aye, Boss!" The clone saluted playfully before disappearing with Kiyohime to the kitchen.
Satria turned back to the group, leaning into Selena's embrace once more. "Now, where to begin? Hmm... let's talk about my religion first. Some of you may already know I'm a follower of the second-largest religion on this planet. Since birth, I've-"
"Second-largest?" Peter Parker interrupted, his curiosity piqued. "You mean Islam? I've heard about it on the news. Not to be rude, but... it's often portrayed negatively where I come from. I never bought into that, though. I've always believed that every group has good and bad people."
Satria smiled warmly. "You're wise, Peter Parker. Your family and your country are fortunate to have someone like you. If more people in America thought as you do, the world would be a far more peaceful place."
Peter's face reddened slightly at the unexpected praise, but he scratched the back of his head with a sheepish grin. "Well, I just try to see the good in people, you know?"
Kuroka tilted her head, her ears twitching in curiosity. "Nyaa! I never imagined you'd be the type to worship a god! What's Islam? I've never heard of it before. Religion isn't really a thing in my world."
The others from the DxD universe nodded in agreement, their expressions mirroring Kuroka's curiosity. For them, concepts like gods and belief systems were tied to tangible deities they could interact with, not unseen entities.
Satria family had occasionally seen Satria perform his daily prayers, but he never pressured anyone to join him. His only advice was simple: "If you're curious, read the Quran. That's all you need to do."
Artoria, ever the knight and seeker of truth, folded her arms and regarded Satria critically. "I, too, am curious. Why do you go out of your way to help people who have no relation to you? What is your true motive? Do you desire to be worshiped as a savior?"
The question hung in the air, and Satria fell silent, his gaze distant.
Since reincarnating into this body, his perspective had shifted. The fusion of his soul with Shin's memories often left him conflicted. Shin's life had been fraught with pain: abandoned by his parents, suspected to be the product of a one-night stand, and bullied mercilessly for being different. While his father provided financial support and a roof over his head, Shin had been left to navigate the harshness of the world alone.
The weight of loneliness and rejection had twisted Shin's soul, filling it with bitterness and resentment. But now, with their souls intertwined, Satria could see the world through both their eyes-his own hardened resolve tempered by Shin's yearning for kindness and understanding.
Deep down, I know I'm far from a good person-perhaps even worse than most. Yet, that night, everything began to change. As I lay sleeping beside my wife, a strange whisper echoed through my dreams.
"Go to Palestine."
The voice was calm but insistent, its words etched into my mind even as I woke. My heart raced. I knew that name. It was a place that existed in my previous life-a place I had only heard about but never truly understood. Without wasting any time, I decided to act.
The journey was swift, but nothing could have prepared me for what awaited.
When I arrived, I was horrified by the scenes unfolding before my eyes. This wasn't war; it was carnage. The most technologically advanced nation on the planet was mercilessly carrying out acts of genocide, reducing entire families to ash and rubble. Children screamed in terror; parents clung to lifeless bodies, their cries swallowed by the chaos.
In every war, it's always the innocent who suffer the most.
I knew from my past knowledge that this conflict had raged on for decades, its roots tangled deep in politics, religion, and history. And yet, the world's most powerful nations did nothing but fuel the fire. They supplied weapons to both sides, ensuring the cycle of violence continued endlessly. No genuine efforts were made for peace.
Flashback
"How can anyone expect peace when they perpetuate this madness?" I muttered bitterly to myself. The more I watched, the more my disgust grew. I refused to waste time reasoning with fools and lunatics who thrived on bloodshed.
The historical irony wasn't lost on me either. This land was once under British control, a consequence of conquest. When they handed it over, claiming it belonged to Israel by some historical decree, they left a legacy of division and suffering. The complexities of this situation were enough to make anyone despair.
Part of me wanted to turn away, to leave this mess behind. But my feet carried me forward, driven by an unexplainable pull.
I found myself approaching one of the most sacred places in the region-a mosque. Israeli police patrolled its perimeter, forbidding entry to those they deemed unworthy. Their presence was oppressive, a visible reminder of the tension that hung in the air like a storm cloud.
But they couldn't stop me.
With ease, I slipped past them, moving unseen. To the outside world, I was a ghost. Inside the mosque, I expected to find a sanctuary of stone and silence. But what greeted me was something far beyond my imagination.
The moment I stepped through the doors, the scenery shifted. The mosque's walls dissolved, replaced by a sprawling, vibrant forest. Towering trees stretched toward a luminescent sky painted with hues of gold and blue. The air was alive with the scent of earth and flowers, and the gentle rustle of leaves whispered secrets older than time.
As I stood there, mesmerized, a figure emerged from the trees.
He was a man of regal yet humble bearing, dressed in a traditional Javanese outfit. His presence radiated serenity, his every movement deliberate and graceful. A soft smile adorned his face, one that carried warmth and understanding, as if he knew why I had come before I could even speak.
"Welcome," he said gently, his voice carrying timeless wisdom.
I stared, unsure of what to say. The weight of what I had witnessed outside clung to me like a shadow, and yet, here in this place, that burden felt lighter.
"Who are you?" I finally managed, my voice barely above a whisper.
The man's smile widened slightly. "I am but a guide," he said. "And you... you are here to learn."
His words filled the air, resonating deeply within me. Whatever this place was, whatever this encounter meant, I knew one thing for certain-this was no ordinary meeting.
"Huh? Wait... you're the voice from my dream-the one that told me to come to this country!"
The man nodded, a gentle smile on his face. "Yes, it was me. I've been watching over you since the day you were born, young man. I must apologize for being unable to save you from that... incident. Something prevented me from interfering, and I could only watch as your soul was taken to another world."
Satria's brow furrowed. "Watching over me? Why?"
"My name is Sunan Kalijaga," the man replied calmly.
"Kalijaga? Wait, you're the Sunan Kalijaga? One of the nine saints of Javanese who spread Islam across Indonesia?" Satria's eyes widened in shock. "I've read about you! But I never imagined I'd meet you... and you've been watching over me? Why? Also, how did you manage to follow me to this world?"
Sunan Kalijaga's smile grew wider. "Everything happens by the will and decree of our Creator, young man. As for why..." He chuckled softly. "Do I need a reason to protect my descendant?"
"Descendant?!" Satria exclaimed, stepping back in disbelief. "You're saying I'm your descendant? I don't believe you, old man. And I don't need protection from anyone!" He turned to his ring. "Doraemon, help me confirm if this guy is telling the truth."
[Affirmative, and please stop calling me that nickname. The host has both DNA compatibility and a spiritual connection with the man before you]
Satria stared at the ring, then back at Sunan Kalijaga. "Seriously? So you're my... old man's old man's old man?"
"Hahahaha!" Sunan Kalijaga burst into laughter. "Yes, you're very much like me, young Satria. When I was your age, I was wild and reckless. I gambled, stole money, drank until I couldn't stand, and even killed those who angered me. My actions led to my exile from my noble house. It wasn't until I met my teacher-an old but wise man-that I found the right path."
"What?! Don't lump me in with you! I'm not that bad!" Satria retorted, his voice tinged with indignation.
A figure suddenly emerged from Satria's body-a woman with striking blue hair in a sharp business uniform. Fatalis surveyed Sunan Kalijaga with a calm but amused expression. "As I suspected, following you was the right decision, husband. I see now where you get your eccentric traits."
Sunan Kalijaga raised a brow. "Eccentric, am I?" He sighed, adjusting his demeanor. "Forgive me. Old habits are hard to break. You have a lovely wife, Satria. Do you plan to convert her and your family to Islam like us?"
"Ara~ thank you for the compliment," Fatalis replied with a playful smile. "But let's consider that later, shall we?"
Satria shook his head. "It's up to them. I don't force my beliefs on others. We Indonesians have a saying: Bhinneka Tunggal Ika-Unity in Diversity. Everyone has the right to their own path."
Sunan Kalijaga clapped his hands together in delight. "An excellent answer! Indonesians should respect the beliefs of others. Seeing the intolerance and division in this world pains my heart, especially when Muslims turn against one another."
"I completely agree," Satria said, nodding solemnly. "We should embody the faith through our actions, not force."
The saint's smile softened. "I'm proud of you, my descendant. But my time here is limited. I came to this place to meet you because this mosque allows me to manifest. Listen carefully to my last words: Life should be light. Use your power to bring gifts to others. If you seek happiness, start by giving it to others. Do what you believe is right, and trust that you'll grow into a better person than you are today."
He placed a hand on Satria's shoulder, offering him a reassuring smile. "And Fatalis, I leave my grandchild in your care."
Fatalis grinned. "Leave him to me, old man!"
As Sunan Kalijaga faded into a radiant light, the scenery returned to normal.
Satria rubbed his chin, a spark of excitement in his eyes. A gift, huh? What did he leave me?
The answer came almost instantly.
[Host acquired new resistances: Darkness, Fire, and Spiritual Attacks]
[New Skill: Shadow Walk - Grants invisibility and phase movement until an action is performed]
[New Skill: Friendly Shadow - Applies Shadow Walk to allies]
[New Skill: Hand of Kalijaga - Transmutes any object into gold and allows control over it]
[New Skill: Devotion - At critical moment, the host becomes an invulnerable spirit for 10 seconds with amplified healing and empowering effects]
"What the hell, Doraemon?! Couldn't you have let me discover that on my own?" Satria groaned.
Fatalis smirked. "What kind of ridiculous powers are these? Invisibility, gold manipulation, and immortality for 10 seconds? Your ring is the MVP here, husband. Be grateful."
Before Satria could reply, an Israeli soldier burst into the room, rifle raised.
"FREEZE! How did you two get in here?!"
"We busted so fast! You don't have the talent to be a ninja dear." Fatalis clung to Satria, pretending to tremble. "Darling, are we going to be okay? These guys don't look friendly!"
Satria rolled his eyes, muttering, "Jiwa offlaner suruh main assassin... mana bisa. Relax, my love. As long as I'm here, no one will lay a finger on my beautiful black dragon."
Fatalis cooed, pinching his cheek. "Aw~ Papa's so cool! Gemes banget~"
The soldiers exchanged baffled looks as Satria smirked. "Let's wrap this up quickly."
•
In a flash of blue energy, the leaders of Palestine and Israel found themselves in a dimly lit chamber, surrounded by an otherworldly aura. The air was heavy with power, and before them stood a young man with a commanding presence.
"Who are you?!" demanded the Prime Minister of Israel, his voice trembling.
The Palestinian leader joined in, his tone more cautious but equally curious. "And why have you brought us here?"
The man's calm demeanor cracked slightly, his eyes narrowing in frustration. "My name is Satria," he said simply.
"What is the meaning of this?" the Israeli leader pressed. "What's your purpose?"
Satria's expression darkened, and a faint, oppressive aura filled the room. "You both serve the same God," he said, his voice echoing with restrained anger. "And yet, you slaughter each other. Why? For what purpose?"
Both leaders began speaking at once, each giving their reasons-their justifications. Words like history, survival, land, justice, and defense filled the air, escalating into heated rhetoric.
Satria's patience snapped. "Enough!"
The room quaked as a surge of his supreme aura flooded the space. The Israeli Prime Minister stumbled back, trembling.
"You're... you're a metahuman?" he stammered. "What business does your kind have in this matter?"
"Shut up," Satria said coldly, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "I'm here for my brothers and sisters in faith."
The Palestinian leader's eyes widened in realization. "Then... you're Muslim? I can't believe we have someone like you on our side."
Satria's gaze shifted to him, unflinching. "I'm not on your side the way you think," he said bluntly. "But tell me, do we really need to prolong this conflict? How much longer will you make your people suffer?"
The Palestinian leader's face hardened. "And what do you intend to do? Finish us both off?"
"No," Satria replied, his voice low and resolute. "From now on, I want both of you to find peace. Or..."
The Israeli Prime Minister glared at him. "Or what? What are you going to do?"
"I..." Satria's eyes burned with determination. "I'll destroy both of you. So that nobody wins."
"Madness!" The Palestinian leader's voice rose in shock. "Are you willing to betray your own kind? Think of the consequences!"
Satria remained unfazed. "I'm not betraying anyone. But I'm ready to bear the sin if it means ending this endless cycle of death and hatred."
The Israeli leader sneered. "You think you can stand against us? Against the USA and our allies? We won't stay silent. Who do you think you are?!"
Satria took a step forward, his presence almost suffocating. "Who am I?" He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "I'm just a man-a man tired of watching pieces of shit like you two warmongers make the innocent suffer."
The chamber was silent, save for the crackling energy surrounding Satria. His next words were spoken with chilling finality.
"Mark my words: if you don't stop this senseless war... I will end it. Permanently."
•
The leaders of Palestine and Israel sat together in an undisclosed location, their faces marked with a mixture of tension and anticipation. Though enemy for decades, they now found themselves united by the words of a mysterious man who had abducted them days prior. He had promised them a miracle, something that would force them to reconsider their choices.
And then it happened.
A massive blue figure-Ultraman Cosmos-descended from the sky, radiating a calming, otherworldly light. The battlefield, once littered with the cries of the wounded and the debris of destroyed homes, became a scene of astonishment.
He raised his glowing hand, and a wave of energy spread across the land. Injured children, parents, and soldiers were bathed in the light, their wounds closing as tears of disbelief streamed down their faces. Crumbling buildings reassembled, standing taller and stronger than before. The war-torn landscape transformed into a vision of harmony and renewal.
The two leaders watched in stunned silence, their breaths caught in their throats.
"Who... who the hell is he?" the Israeli Prime Minister whispered, his voice barely audible.
The Palestinian leader shook his head, his eyes locked on the giant. "This is... miraculous. If what he said is true, then perhaps..."
Their gazes met, and for the first time in years, there was no hostility-only realization.
The Israeli Prime Minister sighed, his expression softening. "I think... I think we must consider uniting our nations and putting an end to this war."
The Palestinian leader nodded slowly. "To think I'd ever agree with you... But perhaps-perhaps he is the savior we've been waiting for all along."
The Israeli leader hesitated. "Do you think... he's the promised one? The one spoken of in our scriptures?"
"Who knows?" The Palestinian leader exhaled deeply, the weight of years of conflict pressing on his shoulders. "But one thing is clear: if there is even a chance for peace, we cannot let it slip away."
The two men stood, a shared determination in their eyes.
"We'll need a new name," the Israeli leader said after a moment. "A name that symbolizes this unity he spoke of."
The Palestinian leader smirked faintly. "Palisrael, wasn't it? It's not that bad, actually."
The Israeli Prime Minister chuckled, shaking his head. "Not bad at all. Palisrael... a nation where we can coexist, at last."
They extended their hands to each other, sealing an unspoken agreement. Outside, the miraculous figure of Ultraman Cosmos faded into the horizon, leaving behind a transformed land and, perhaps, the first seeds of true peace.
Flashback End
"Islam means achieving peace-peace with God, peace within oneself, and peace with all of God's creations-through wholly submitting oneself to Him," Satria explained with a lazy shrug. "It's similar to Christianity in many ways, but also different. As for my reasons for helping them... I'll let my actions speak louder than my words."
"Are you saying both religions are practically the same?!" Kuroka's ears twitched in irritation. "And don't even think about converting my sweet little sister to your religion! I won't let you force her to believe in your God, you hear me?" Her distrust of religious devotees was evident. In her world, they were often zealots who labeled anyone outside their beliefs as heretics and crushed them without mercy.
Satria chuckled softly, understanding her misgivings. "I get what you're trying to say, Kuroka. There are extremists in every faith, people who twist religion into something ugly. But where I come from, it's different. We have philosophical values that unite an incredibly diverse population-hundreds of ethnic groups, cultures, languages, and religions. We've managed to live together in harmony under a shared principle of mutual respect. And no, I won't force anyone to convert. Faith should come from the heart, not coercion."
Kuroka narrowed her eyes. "A harmonious land of diversity? Sounds like a utopia straight out of a fantasy novel. Are you sure this place even exists? What's your country's name?"
Artoria leaned forward, intrigued. "I'd also like to know. Such a country sounds too good to be true."
Satria grinned, puffing out his chest with pride. "Of course, it exists! I'm a proud citizen of this land, and my country exists in your world too! Want to know its name?"
Everyone nodded, their curiosity piqued.
Satria struck a dramatic pose, his voice booming with patriotic fervor. "The name of my homeland is... Indonesia!"
The room fell silent for a moment.
"I've never heard of that country," Artoria said bluntly, her expression deadpan.
"Same-nya!" Kuroka chimed in, scratching her head. "Where is it even located? Koneko-chan, do you know anything about your boyfriend's homeland?"
Koneko shook her head, equally clueless. "Sorry, nee-sama, but I don't."
Baobhan tilted her head thoughtfully. "Master, do you know of this... Indonesia?"
Peter Parker's face lit up. "Oh, I know! It's a small island country near Bali. One of my college buddies went there for vacation!"
Satria froze, his eye twitching. "A small island country?! Bali is part of Indonesia! And my country is NOT small!"
The group couldn't help but laugh at his outburst.
"There, there," Kurumi cooed, walking over to stroke his hair in mock consolation. "I know about your homeland, pup. Don't be sad, okay?"
Satria's eyes lit up. "Really?"
"Of course," Kurumi said sweetly, then smirked. "I also know that my country has a higher GDP than yours. But don't worry, we still love you, flaws and all."
Satria glared at her, his face turning red. "You bully! Don't bring up the economy, you horrible woman!" He sighed, taking a deep breath to calm himself. "Fine. Next question, before I start ranting again."
"Are you going to pick a side, brat?" Naruto crossed his arms, his tone serious. "With your power, you could turn the tide of war between these two countries. But will you? Someone like you should know the risks. Siding with Palestine means waging war against NATO. Are you ready for that kind of fallout?"
Satria smirked, unbothered by Naruto's warning. Before he could respond, Fatalis stepped forward, her voice calm but assertive. "Haven't you been listening, Naruto-san? My husband already made it clear-we're neutral. We only side with the innocent. If you don't believe us, check the latest news on the internet. See for yourself."
Naruto raised an eyebrow but pulled out his phone to check. His face turned pale as he read the breaking news. Others, curious about his reaction, gathered around him to see what had him so stunned.
Naruto raised an eyebrow but pulled out his phone to check. His face turned pale as he read the breaking news. Others, curious about his reaction, gathered around him to see what had him so stunned.
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[Breaking News]
The President of Israel Approves Ceasefire Talks with Palestinian Leaders to Discuss Unity
Clouds Over Israel and Palestine Form Miraculous Words: "Make Love, Not War"
War Victims Healed and Destroyed Buildings Rebuilt by a Mysterious Entity
Reports of a Golden Savior Appearing in Dreams, Calling for Peace or Doom
Is God Among Us?
===
Naruto's jaw dropped as he scrolled through the articles, his disbelief evident. "What in Rikudou's name...?" He looked at Satria, his eyes wide. "You're insane, but this... this is the right kind of insanity."
Peter chimed in, his voice filled with hope. "Does this mean the war is really over? Big brother Satria, you've done something extraordinary."
Valiana stepped closer, a proud smile on her face. "This is why I love him. Satria isn't just a man of power-he's a man of heart. He acts when it matters."
Kurumi, ever playful, leaned into Satria, her lips brushing close to his ear as she whispered. "We all know he's a man of action. And for what you've done, beloved, you deserve a reward instead of punishment. Be ready tonight~" She winked, her mischievous smile making Satria blush.
Fran, standing quietly to his left, moved closer. Her expression softened, and she gently patted his head, a rare show of affection. "You've done well, my lord. Good boy," she said, her voice tender yet teasing.
Satria scratched the back of his neck, trying to mask his embarrassment as his girls continued to fawn over him. "Alright, alright, enough with the praise. I just did what anyone with power should do."
Naruto shook his head, a grin spreading across his face. "You're something else, Satria. You turned an impossible situation into hope. I'll admit-you've earned my respect."
Koneko's eyes narrowed slightly, curiosity evident in her tone. "Why, Senpai? Why go out of your way to help them? They're total strangers to you, yet you used so much of your power. I can feel it-what you've done probably cost you a lot."
Satria leaned back, his hands casually behind his head, flashing a confident grin. "Simple-some people just need a cosmic kick in the ass. Yeah, it drained a bit of my energy, but it was worth it, wasn't it?" His voice softened slightly as he continued, "Indonesia has always been an ally of Palestine. But I don't hate Jews either. I've had Jewish friends back in my pro gaming days. It's not wise to judge an entire group for the actions of a few."
He glanced at Koneko, his tone now carrying a deeper weight. "In Islam, no matter where you're from, once you're a Muslim, we're brothers and sisters. It's an obligation to help those in need. In my faith, everyone is equal-status, race, or background doesn't matter."
Kuroka gave a small smile, crossing her arms as she leaned back. "Geez, you're just like hubby," she teased. "Always rushing headfirst into problems without worrying about the consequences. But..." Her voice trailed off as she gave a rare look of approval. "At least my little sister is in good hands."
Suddenly, the door slid open, and Kiyohime and Bobon entered, entered, carrying trays of food. "Lunch is ready!" Kiyohime announced with a warm smile. The mouthwatering aroma of ramen and oolong tea filled the room, making the gluttons-Naruto, Artoria, Valiana, Koneko, and Fran-nearly drool in anticipation.
Artoria's gaze caught something peculiar. "Wait... is that sword walking? How is that possible?" she asked, pointing at Bobon, who was delivering bowls of ramen.
Kiyohime chuckled at Arturia's bewildered expression. "Ara~ That can be discussed later. Right now, enjoying the food in front of you is far more important, don't you think?"
Arturia nodded quickly. "Agreed. Food first, questions later!"
Naruto grinned, already pulling a bowl closer. "Right you are, Arturia! Thanks, Kiyohime-chan! This smells like the food of the gods!"
"Ara~ Don't thank me. I only prepared the ingredients," Kiyohime replied with a playful smile.
Kuroka tilted her head, curious. "Huh? Then who actually cooked this amazing-looking ramen?"
Before Kiyohime could answer, the door swung open again, and Satria's clone entered, holding a salad in the shape of a flying bull from the Avatar series. "Look what I made, girls! Culinary genius, right?" he proclaimed proudly.
The room fell silent, and everyone sweatdropped at the sight of the absurdly decorated salad.
Bobon facepalmed. "Mighty stupid, that's what you are! Stop playing with food, you idiot!"
Kuroka blinked, astonished. "Wait... not only is he powerful, but he can cook too?"
Valiana smirked, folding her arms. "Hehe! That's my hubby for you. Once you taste his cooking, you'll feel like you've entered another world."
Kuroka grinned mischievously, nudging Koneko. "Koneko-chan, you better not let him go. Mark him as yours and give me a nephew already!"
Koneko's face turned bright red, and she turned away, flustered. "N-Nee-sama! Stop saying embarrassing things!"
Fatalis chuckled softly, watching the antics unfold. Her gaze lingered on Satria, a thoughtful smile forming on her lips. "I'll never grow tired of him. Could he be the legendary Satria Piningit-the prophesied figure from Jayabaya's prophecy, destined to lead a revolution before the end of the world? Whatever the case, my love, I'll stand by your side and follow you to the ends of the earth."
To be continued...