[Inviting other members randomly across the dimensions the administrator is familiar with.]
[Invitations processing]
[Three invitations has been sent.]
As it did, so had it been.
Earth. A certain a academy.
It was supposed to be a normal day. Or at least, it should have been.
Instead, eyes filled with contempt followed her everywhere.
It was suffocating, to say the least. Things went downhill quick after that incident had happened.
And since that incident.
The people who were once her friends now treated her with cold indifference.
She was no longer the girl they praised. Now she was just an outcast.
"Hey~ Hey~ Let's go already. Let me show you around."
"Alright, alright~"
Two girls exited the classroom, their chatter fading as the sliding door shut with a sharp *SHCK!* leaving behind a lone purple-haired girl.
While others had gone home, she remained, silent, lost in thought.
Beyond the door, their voices continued.
"By the way, that girl sitting back there, who is she?"
"Oh? Her? You didn't know? That's Raiden Mei. Daughter of the ME Corp. You know, that one."
"Wait, you mean…"
"Yeah, yeah, just ignore her, let's go on out way."
Yes. It was always those dismissive words she'd ever heard from them.
People were always susceptible to change easily.
The people she'd once thought she could rely on.
Oh how they've turned their backs on her the moment she experiences the slightest of difficulty.
She had long stopped crying and closed off herself to others.
While their words still stung, she was faring better than she originally did.
Raiden Mei.
She was already someone with a long history of neglecting her own feelings.
Even before her father was arrested, she was used to silently accepting her loneliness within the home.
And even in school, this didn't change, she knew the reason while most approached her.
Teachers included.
It was for the Raiden name, no? Of course it was.
The ME corp, which her father was the head—rather, former head—of, was incredibly well known.
They produced the best of futuristic tech that was highly valued, and it went even more than that.
People moved closer to her because of this.
Other males also approached her because of her beauty and status, each one trying to impress her in their own way.
However, now, they all ran from her like a plague.
"Daughter of a criminal."
They associated such a title with her.
But now, she was more or less used to it than she thought.
Picking her bag up and holding it elegantly, she walked out the door, heading home.
Home, though the bank had seized most of what Ryoma had in possession, from his bank account to every other important thing, including their mansion.
Now, she lived in a small yet cosy apartment, far smaller than what she was used to; however, it was enough for the humble her.
Additionally, luckily for her, her father had kept a backup account in her name.
That was what she made for the main time.
At the very least, it would last her a few more years.
By then, she'd be more than capable of working for her own keep.
In the middle of thinking of this, she paused, looking at the evening skies.
"Father…"
She mumbled.
But she soon shook it away with a nod. Then by the time she'd take a step forward.
[Ding!]
[Do you want to change your fate? Across multiple iterations, you bear a lucky star that might either bring you to salvation or bring you to your ruin.]
[Do you want the power to shatter this ridiculous fate of yours?]
[Do you want to soar in the skies with like minded people wielding the power to decide fate as they see fit.]
[If yes, the All-World Alliance Guild welcomes user, "Fallen Heiress".]
[Do you accept?]
[Yes] [There is no reject button]
She was taken aback when she saw a screen floating out of nowhere with those words on it.
It was a strange phenomena that she thought she was hallucinating due to thinking so much about her predicament.
Rubbing her eyes, she took a look at it again.
However, it hadn't left her sight.
"This is…?"
She looked around to see if anyone was looking at her or if they could see the screen; however, on the crossroad, people simply went their way without bothering her.
On the other hand, there was no reject button.
It was more like it was forcing her to join.
She thought of ignoring it; however, it wasn't looking like the holographic-like screen would be going anytime soon.
She accepted her fate.
Clicking on the suspicious red button, more interface had opened up.
[Ding!]
[User "Fallen Heiress" has accepted the invite.]
She was taken over to a chat interface that mimicked her mobile device.
Then—
[Compact mode detected]
[Do you wish to switch?]
[Yes] [No]
Originally, she had thought it didn't have a refusal button giving as it had forced her to join.
But she was also curious, and thus, clicked the yes button.
And by the time she'd realize, her mobile device was taken over by the said system.
But indeed it was compact.
[Fallen Heiress: "Uhm. Hello?"]
She typed those words hoping for a reply.
[Vampire Ancestor: Greetings.]
Almost at the same time.
Another far distant reality was once ruled by a great figure who was now nothing but a memory.
"Haah. What a bore~"
A woman had said that, casually lounging on a couch, throwing her head over the armrest as she lamented.
"My lady, it is not fitting for you to behave like that."
"Pipe it, Gunther. My boredom isn't something that can be easily satiated."
It's as she said.
For long-lived species like them, years pass in a blink of an eye.
Not only are they powerful, but each rules a part of the world.
Yet, there's something each and every one of these beings has in common.
Boredom.
A strange concept.
A concept even the creator of this world had experienced, leading them to toss their omnipotence and omniscience.
Yes. And now, for her, she was at the peak of it.
Her butler, on the other hand, simply nodded and kept his silence as he watched his lady complain.
It was then.
[Ding!]
[Do you want to save your beloved?]
[Additionally, do you want to further ascend to heights that even that red-haired of a demon lord could only hope to dream off.]
[Is it fate that shackles you down?]
[Yet. Even amongst the several timeline she had witnessed such a change had never occurred.]
[Do you want to create the most favourable outcome for your beloved?]
[Or rather, with your taste, will you finally find the one who would set you straight?]
[What are you waiting for! User, "Vampire Ancestor," the All-World Alliance Guild welcomes you.]
[Do you accept?]
[Yes] [There is no reject button]
The moment she had seen that, the extremely silver-haired elegant female had thrown her head up and had sat upright.
'Who is it, a mental attack?'
She'd thought as she looked around.
Gunther on the other hand had an eyebrow raised, but his expression reverted back as he calmly stayed where was.
"Gunther. Do you see this thing in front of me?"
She had particularly pointed at the hologram in front of her, however, unlike her, her butler couldn't see it.
He shook his head to confirm negative as the beautiful-looking young girl then narrowed her eyes.
Reading the message, veins throbbed in her forehead as an irritating click of her tongue made its way out of her lips.
She spam-clicked the [There is no reject button].
But no matter how much she did, and no matter how much she tried to destroy or exit it.
She couldn't.
At some point, yeah, Gunther had just turned off his brain and let everything that happened here simply just die here.
"Haah… haah. This damned piece of scrap."
Seeing as there was no other option, she gave up and clicked the accept button.
[Ding!]
[User "Vampire Ancestor" has accepted the invite.]
A completely new interface spread out before her with a message from another supposed member on display.
[Fallen Heiress: Uhm. Hello?]
Seeing their username made her raise her eyebrows.
[Vampire Ancestor: Greetings.]
[Weakest Undefeated: Well, hello everyone. It's a pleasure to meet you.]
Soon, even their third member had hopped on the conversation.
[Vampire Ancestor: So now. If it isn't a bother, I'd like to ask what you all know about this "strange phenomena" we're currently experiencing.]
[Fallen Heiress: From what I'd seen, it seemed to be a guild across the world. But I don't play games sadly.]
[Weakest Undefeated: Across the world, huh?]
There was no reason for them to think they were delusional; after all, the floating hologram they'd all seen was proof.
[Vampire Ancestor: A moment, if you will. Might I ask the name of the nation you two currently reside in?]
She—Luminous Valentine had an inkling.
She was adapting to the strange thing in front of her. Certain letters were on a keyboard-like thing.
And by typing them, she could input her words and send it.
As expected of her!
[Fallen Heiress: I'm from Japan. Nagazora, to be exact.]
[Vampire Ancestor: Japan? Nagazora? How peculiar. I am unfamiliar with these places.]
As expected. She had already suspected as much—none of them seemed to come from the same world.
[Fallen Heiress: Then what about you?]
[Vampire Ancestor: Ruberious. Under the dominion of the Western Holy Church, naturally.]
[Fallen Heiress: That's also a place I do not know.]
[Vampire Ancestor: What about the third person?]
[Weakest Undefeated: No, it's more like I couldn't interrupt. But to answer your question, I live in the New Kingdom of Atismata.]
Another unfamiliar name. So that confirms it—these people have to be from different worlds.
[Vampire Ancestor: I see. It seems we all come from different worlds. None of the places you mentioned exist on any map where I live.]
[Weakest Undefeated: Another world?]
[Fallen Heiress: I thought so too at first, but I wasn't sure. And whoever invited us has to be closely connected to this weird screen in front of us.]
[Vampire Ancestor: You're right. But I reckon we'd get out answers in due time; what do you say?]
[Weakest Undefeated: Hm. I agree.]
[Fallen Heiress: Alright.]