Warning heavily cliche and predictable.
Also I might have made Netero a bit ooc since I can't fully capture his character. I decided that he might be changed with the interaction he had with everyone.
Anyway, eventually, I'm going to skip time but I'm not sure when. Should I time skip before or after Fairy tail characters appear like Zeref to have his curses removed by Touma?
Also, I am considering adding Zenless Zen Zero for Zhu Yuan but that's just me.
Also, what I meant from the "I'm Not sure how" is that I am not sure how to make a story out of them. So feel free to suggest.
I'm also considering adding Witcher for Ciri but I'm not sure yet. I especially don't want to ruin the series by butchering the lore.
I have many series I want to add but not sure how to incorporate them to the story.
Also, I've been reading Ichi the Witch and it has a lot of potential. It has Jujutsu Kaisen vibes. There's a character literally call themselves the G.O.A.T
Also, If I add Marvel, the first customer is going to be Peter. I'm considering my MC to hire him. Or maybe his aunt may?
It would be around a few months after uncle Ben died. So basically heroes just started to pop.
Anyway, if you have suggestions feel free to tell me.
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- Zyon -
Man, I feel great from the reward that Yasaka did for me.
We made love more times than I could count that my endless stamina attributed to my training helped a lot. The horny fox in heat was no match to me.
Rias and the girls who liked me were clearly jealous of how I'm interacting with Yasaka. I found out that Kunou promised to marry me when she grows up.
Normally it is disgusting to think about but considering my long lifespan it doesn't matter as long she's old enough to consent to it.
That aside, I found the day to be boring since there wasn't anyone in the restaurant at the moment.
This is the rare instance where everyone had to work or decide to have a home cooked meal.
"You alright, Zyon-sama?" I regained my senses as Hancock called out to me.
"I'm fine. It's just that the day is kind of slow."
Rias and the other currently at Kuoh since the new Semester had began and it's more than half a year.
I heard the door rang and saw that it was Saitama who started to have dull expression.
"Dude, are you alright?" I asked seeing how sad he appear.
"...No, my hair started to fall and I don't know what to do. I've been trying to use every shampoo and conditioner but it won't work." He said to me and I rubbed my chin thinking of a solution for it.
"Well, let me try cooking something."
I headed to the kitchen, pondering how to address Saitama's issue. His hair loss seemed to trouble him deeply, so I needed to create something unique that could help.
The ingredients I gathered were unlike anything I'd worked with before, vibrant and teeming with energy as though they were alive.
I started with a base of *Century Soup*, an unbelievably fragrant broth I'd come across in my pantry. Its rich aroma alone felt revitalizing, as though it carried the essence of nature's purest springs.
Next, I sliced up *Jewel Meat*, a shimmering cut that seemed to pulse with nutrients, and carefully grilled it to perfection. For the garnish, I added shredded *BB Corn*, its kernels exploding with a buttery sweetness that complemented the other elements.
The final touch was a sprinkle of powdered *Ozone Herb*, which I suspected had restorative properties based on its almost electric scent. The dish glowed faintly as I plated it, giving it an otherworldly appeal. I had no idea where these ingredients came from, but they seemed perfect for the situation.
Carrying the dish out, I placed it in front of Saitama. His dull expression brightened immediately at the sight and smell of the food.
"This… smells incredible," he said, his voice filled with awe.
"Go ahead, give it a try," I encouraged, leaning against the counter.
Saitama hesitated for only a moment before digging in. The first bite left him frozen in place, his eyes widening as he chewed slowly. "This… this is amazing!" he exclaimed, eating more fervently with each bite.
As he finished the last morsel, something incredible happened. His scalp began to shimmer faintly, and strands of hair slowly sprouted. Within moments, his once-bald head was covered in thick, lush hair.
"It actually works! My hair is back!" Saitama yelled, standing up and looking into a nearby mirror. He ran his fingers through his newly grown locks, his face glowing with excitement.
I smiled at his joy.
"Glad to help. You're my friend, after all."
Saitama turned to me with a wide grin.
"Thanks, Zyon. I owe you one for this. Honestly, I was starting to lose hope."
"No need to thank me. Just keep being yourself," I said, patting his shoulder.
As he sat back down to savor the afterglow of the meal, his tone grew more serious.
"Speaking of friends, still no news about Suzuki, Kanata, and Mikami?"
I sighed, leaning against the counter again.
"Still nothing. I'm sure they're just busy, though. Those guys can handle themselves. Let's just hope they're fine." Saitama nodded, his new hair bouncing slightly.
"Yeah, they're probably just tied up with something. Knowing them, they'll show up when you least expect it." I chuckled.
"True. Until then, I guess I'll keep myself busy with customers like you."
He laughed in return, and for the first time that day, the restaurant felt lively again.
The day went as usual but I didn't get many customers besides doofenshmirtz who also found the place to look dull. Though we chatted a bit before eventually I closed down my shop.
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- Seekvaira -
Zyon. A man who had been eccentric when compared to other Devils. He was born from a human mother after the brother of Lord Belial,
Lord Aeron had one night stand with her and did not expect it would result in her getting pregnant. The chances of this happening was slim but in the end after everyone found out they were fuming that a half breed existed.
They wanted him dead but lord Aeron had stopped them with the help of Lord Belial. In the end, she was turned into a devil using Lord Aeron evil piece and Zyon was brought to the Belial Household.
Zyon had been looked down by many but he had proven himself that made them shut up. He was a strong, smart and capable individual who could easily make a name for himself.
However, he chose a simple dream which was to become a restaurant owner. This infuriated the elder from the Belial.
I learned about this when we had a party and met him for the first time alongside Rias and Sona. He was older than us, around five years and treated us as his younger sibling but we all grew to develop feelings for him.
"You seem distracted?" I suddenly came back to my senses and turned to look at Zyon who looked worried.
"Or maybe I bored you?" He playfully said and I shook my head with a smile.
"Maybe." I jokingly said as he acted rather dramatic.
"Eh!? Come on, aren't we going to shop for some model kit? I haven't tried it but maybe I could use the door to look for a Mecha world?" He said even though he's not the kind of man who invests his time in mecha, I appreciate that he takes time to support my hobby.
"That would be amazing. But don't push yourself. I'd rather just spend some together than accidentally make you land somewhere dangerous." I said reminding him that though I would love to see something like that doesn't mean I'll risk losing him.
"Okie dokie."
Some time later, we finally found the store that had the limited edition model kit that had to be pre-ordered to get. The shop was a cozy little place tucked away in a quieter part of the shopping district, its shelves lined with meticulously crafted model kits, from classic cars to towering mechas. The limited edition kit I had been eyeing for weeks was displayed proudly in the front window, its sleek design and intricate details catching the light perfectly.
Zyon whistled low as he leaned closer to the glass, his sharp devilish features softening with curiosity.
"So this is the one, huh? The one you've been talking about non-stop for the past week?" he teased, glancing at me with a playful smirk.
I nudged him lightly with my elbow, feeling my cheeks warm.
"I haven't been *that* obsessed," I defended, though the way my eyes lingered on the kit probably gave me away.
"Sure, sure," he chuckled, his deep voice sending a pleasant shiver down my spine.
"But hey, if it makes you this happy, I'd say it's worth every bit of hype." He straightened up and gestured toward the door.
"Shall we?"
As we stepped inside, the faint scent of plastic and paint filled the air. Zyon wandered over to the mecha section, his fingers brushing against the boxes as he examined them with an almost childlike wonder. It was endearing to see him so invested in something he didn't usually care about, all because he knew it mattered to me.
"You know," he said, picking up a particularly flashy kit.
"if I didn't know any better, I'd think these things were designed to make people like you fall in love with them at first sight."
I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms as I leaned against the shelf.
"Are you comparing me to a model kit now?"
He grinned, that devilish charm of his on full display.
"Maybe. You're both intricate, fascinating, and require a lot of patience to figure out." He paused, his golden eyes locking onto mine.
"But unlike these kits, you're one of a kind."
My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly looked away, pretending to examine another kit to hide the blush creeping up my neck.
"Smooth," I muttered, though I couldn't suppress the smile tugging at my lips.
Zyon laughed softly, setting the kit back on the shelf.
"I try. But seriously, you're blushing harder than Rias when she's caught off guard. It's cute."
I shot him a mock glare, though the effect was probably ruined by the way my face was still burning.
"You're impossible, you know that?"
"Impossibly charming?" he quipped, leaning closer with that infuriatingly confident grin of his.
"Impossibly *annoying*," I retorted, though there was no real bite to my words. He just chuckled, clearly enjoying himself.
After a few more minutes of playful banter, we finally made our way to the counter with the limited edition kit in hand. As the cashier rang it up, Zyon casually pulled out his wallet, earning a surprised look from me.
"Wait, you're paying?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
He shrugged, handing over the cash without a second thought.
"Consider it an early birthday gift. Or just me being a good friend. Take your pick."
I narrowed my eyes at him, though I couldn't help the warmth spreading through my chest.
"You're spoiling me."
"Maybe," he said, taking the bag from the cashier and handing it to me.
"But you deserve it. Besides, it's not every day I get to see you this excited about something."
I clutched the bag to my chest, feeling a strange mix of gratitude and something deeper I wasn't quite ready to name.
"Thank you," I said softly, meeting his gaze.
Zyon's expression softened, and for a moment, the usual playful glint in his eyes was replaced by something more sincere.
"Anytime," he replied, his voice just as quiet.
We left the store together, the afternoon sun casting a warm glow over the bustling streets. As we walked, Zyon's hand brushed against mine, and for a brief second, I thought he might take it. But then he shoved his hands into his pockets, his usual easygoing demeanor returning as he launched into a story about some ridiculous mishap at the Belial estate.
I listened, laughing at his antics, but my mind kept drifting back to that moment in the store. There was something about Zyon—something that made me feel seen and valued in a way I hadn't before. And as much as I tried to ignore it, I couldn't deny that my feelings for him were growing harder to ignore.
For now, though, I was content to enjoy the simple pleasure of his company, knowing that whatever the future held, moments like these would always be worth cherishing.
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- Netero -
My entire life did I ever imagine I would find someone stronger than I was. I knew that my limit isn't the end and there is still a possibility for me to surpass myself but I knew that it is better to invest for future generations.
I never expected I would meet interesting people like Bang, his brother Bomb, Hayato, Kamikaze, and a talking tortoise named Oogway. They are strong with, perhaps, the weakest among us old fellow would Hayato.
Regardless, I met many more interesting people like the restaurant owner named Zyon who was a devil with immense strength yet decided to live his life working as a chef and restaurant owner.
"Would it be possible for you to help us?" I asked, my voice steady despite the weight of the request. I was preparing myself for the upcoming battle against the Chimera Ants, more specifically my fight against the King.
At first, I had intended to face the King alone, ready to sacrifice myself by detonating the bomb within my heart. But something had changed. I had decided to see my life through, to ensure that the future generations were ready to take up the mantle before I retired. And for that, I needed allies—strong allies.
Bang, Bomb, and Kamikaze sat across from me in Zyon's restaurant, their expressions a mix of curiosity and amusement.
The restaurant itself was a peculiar place, existing between worlds and serving as a meeting point for the extraordinary. It was here that I had met these three martial arts masters, each of them a powerhouse in their own right.
They had been intrigued by the idea of facing a new challenge, though I knew their standards for "strong" were far beyond anything my world had to offer.
"Chimera Ants, huh?" Bang said, leaning back in his chair with a relaxed smile.
"What's the deal with them? Are they some kind of world-ending threat? A God level disaster?"
I nodded, though I couldn't help but smile wryly.
"In my world, yes. They're incredibly dangerous. The Chimera Ant King and his Royal Guards are the strongest beings we've ever encountered. They evolve at an alarming rate, and their potential for destruction is immense."
Bomb raised an eyebrow, his arms crossed over his chest.
"Strongest in your world, you say? How strong are we talking?"
I hesitated for a moment, knowing how this would sound to them.
"By your standards, they might not seem like much. But in my world, they're a force to be reckoned with. The King, in particular, is a monster who could easily wipe out entire armies. His Royal Guards are no less dangerous."
Kamikaze, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up. His voice was calm but carried an edge of curiosity.
"If they're not strong by our standards, why do you need our help?"
"At first I would have faced the king myself and sacrificed myself in order to defeat him but I changed my mind as I want to see the limit of the future generations. Not to mention, I enjoyed my time here in the restaurant." I said with a smile. Bang chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Hahaha is that so? Then we love to help you."
Bomb smirked, cracking his knuckles.
"I don't mind. It's been a while since I've had a chance to stretch my legs. Even if they're not on our level, it'll be fun to see what these bugs can do."
Kamikaze nodded in agreement, his expression calm but his aura radiating readiness.
"I'll come. It's been too quiet lately."
I smiled, grateful for their willingness to help despite the disparity in power.
"Thank you. Your presence alone will make a difference."
Zyon leaned against the counter, watching our conversation with mild amusement. His golden eyes glinted as he wiped a glass clean.
"Sounds like you've got quite the team assembled, old man." he said, his tone light but his gaze sharp.
"But don't forget, my restaurant isn't a battlefield. Try not to bring any of those bugs back here."
I chuckled, though there was no humor in it.
"Don't worry, Zyon. We'll handle this on our own. Your restaurant is hectic as is, I wouldn't want it turning into a war zone."
Zyon smirked, setting the glass down.
"Good. Because I'd hate to have to clean up after you. But if you do manage to survive, come back for a meal. I'll whip up something special to celebrate."
"That's a promise," I said, nodding gratefully and turn to my new friends.
"We will go a week from now. Preparation is needed to lessen the casualties."
"No worries. We'll give out support once you can't handle it." Kamikaze said. I nodded and stroked my beard, satisfied that things won't be as bad as I would have expected.
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- Kie -
"It's been a few months since my life had turned upside down after meeting Zyon who gave a lot of opportunities and helped my children gain some scholarly education. I can't help feeling grateful for Zyon from everything he has done. My feelings turned from grateful to affection as I started to fall for him.
"...I don't know what to do. Is it fine for me to move on and find someone else?" I looked at my late husband's tombstone offering my prayer. I do love my late husband as we were blessed with many wonderful children but was it fine for me to look at another man? I don't know but I'm sure he wouldn't want me to worry.
I turned to look at my home that I continued to live in despite being offered a better home by Zyon. I simply declined until I was ready to move on. I went inside and saw my children and I smiled then suddenly a knock at the door.
I went to check the door and met with a pale man, his crimson eyes piercing through the darkness of the night. His presence was unsettling, and I felt a chill run down my spine. He smiled faintly and said,
"Isn't the moon beautiful tonight?" Confused, I nodded politely, but his next words froze my blood.
"It would be even more beautiful when you're on death's doorstep."
My instincts screamed danger. I stepped back, my heart pounding as I quickly moved to shield my children.
"Run! Call for help!" I shouted, my voice trembling but firm. One of my children, trembling with fear, managed to slip out the back door. I prayed they would find Zyon in time.
The pale man—no, the demon—moved with inhuman speed. I fought with everything I had, using whatever I could to protect my family. But I was no match for him. Pain seared through my body as I fell to the ground, my strength fading. My vision blurred, and I could hear the cries of my children, their voices growing distant.
As I lay there, my life slipping away, my thoughts turned to my late husband. I could almost see his face, smiling warmly at me as he had in life.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, tears streaming down my face.
"I tried to protect them... I tried to be strong..." His voice echoed in my mind, gentle and reassuring.
"Kie, you've done well. It's okay. Live happily for me."
The pain began to fade, replaced by a strange sense of peace. I felt myself drifting, as if I were being pulled toward a warm, comforting light. My husband's face appeared before me, clearer now, his smile as kind as ever.
"It's not your time yet," he said softly.
"Go back. Live for our children. Live for yourself."
Suddenly, my eyes fluttered open. The first thing I saw was Zyon's face, filled with worry and relief. He was kneeling beside me, his hands pressed against my wounds.
"You're going to be okay," he said, his voice steady but laced with emotion. Behind him, I could see my children, safe and unharmed, their eyes wide with fear and hope.
I took a shaky breath, the pain still present but bearable. My husband's words echoed in my mind, giving me strength. I reached out weakly, grasping Zyon's hand.
"Thank you," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
"Thank you for saving us."
Zyon's grip tightened, his expression softening.
"You don't have to thank me," he said.
"Just focus on getting better. Your children need you."
I couldn't bear it any longer and went closer pulling for a deep kiss wrapping my arms around his shoulder trying not to let him go.