Old Satan Camp, Rizevim's Private Quarters

  Rizevim Livan Lucifer sat in front of a table, sorting through battle reports with methodical precision. On paper, everything looked perfect. In reality, he was a glorified secretary.

  His loyal servant Euclid Lucifuge stood beside him, handing out documents with the same quiet efficiency he'd shown for decades.

  Euclid's face was carefully blank, but Rizevim could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw clenched every few minutes. They were both prisoners here, pretending to be willing participants.

  Across from them, sprawled on a sofa was a black-haired youthful Asian man who couldn't be older than twenty in appearance.

  The contrast was almost comical. Here were Rizevim and Euclid, centuries-old devils of noble lineage, working diligently like servants. And there was this... child, treating them like hired help.

  He lounged there rather disrespectfully, feet up on the armrest, completely at ease in a way that screamed either supreme confidence or terminal stupidity. Possibly both.

  Neither of them dared admonish him for the casual disrespect.

  That being was more powerful than anything they had ever seen. Rizevim had witnessed him fight Great Red to a standstill and chain the Infinity Dragon Ophis like she was a common pet.

  The worst part? This man wasn't even from their world. He was an outsider who'd been summoned here by them, and now they were all paying the price for Rizevim's curiosity.

  The young man yawned without covering his mouth, the sound deliberate in its rudeness. He scratched his ear like he was bored out of his mind.

  "Why are you still sorting through boring papers instead of actually fighting?" His voice carried an accent Rizevim couldn't quite place. Eastern, definitely, but with something else underneath. Something that made his devil instincts scream danger.

  "I thought the entire plan was to take over the Underworld as fast as possible, before that Kokabiel guy you all keep whining about shows up."

  He examined his fingernails with exaggerated disinterest. "Even if he does show up, I'll just take his head all the same. Maybe he'll actually put up a fight, unlike the weaklings in this world so far. That would be refreshing."

  A cruel smile crossed his face. "Perhaps he can serve me like you, Rizevim. I could always use more competent servants. You've proven yourself useful, but having options never hurts. Competition keeps people motivated, after all."

  Rizevim looked up from the papers, his face a mask of respectful attention even as his mind screamed obscenities.

  This arrogant little shit! If I had my father's power, I'd rip your spine out through your throat and make you eat it!

  But outward, he kept his voice level and deferential. "Lord Heavenly Demon, just taking over land doesn't ensure the people won't rebel against our rule. We need to establish firm control over these territories first—ensure they'll serve as reliable supply lines and a stable base of operations."

  He gestured at the maps spread across the table, showing their current holdings. "Only then can we move against the rest of the Underworld and eventually Heaven itself. Rushing in without proper preparation would be... unwise."

  Rizevim chose his next words with extreme care, knowing one wrong phrase could mean death. "I do not doubt your strength for a moment, my Lord. You defeated the Infinity Dragon herself. Ophis, who even now is chained in our dungeons supplying us with incredible amounts of power. Even Great Red, the Dream Dragon, might not be your match."

  He paused, his expression becoming more serious. "But Kokabiel... he's different from other threats you may have faced. He's—"

  —the fucking monster who killed my father, Rizevim's thought bitterly. Who slaughtered all four original Satans like they were insects, then humiliated one of the strongest gods to exist. Who ended the Great War by himself when three factions combined couldn't stop him.

  "—not someone to underestimate," Rizevim finished carefully. "His power operates on principles we don't fully understand. He's not just strong, he's... different. His powers are on a different level, even compared to us."

  The young man—Long Aotian, though the name still sounded ridiculous to Rizevim's ears—scoffed and waved dismissively.

  Meanwhile, Rizevim's internal monologue continued its bitter stream. If it weren't for you overwhelming us with your absurd cultivation techniques and weird powers, who the hell would willingly serve a brat like you?! I'm the son of Lucifer himself! The Morning Star! The First Fallen!

  Yet I'm stuck following this arrogant lecher like some common servant!

  But Rizevim had learned his lesson about expressing those thoughts out loud. The scar on his chest hidden beneath his shirt, was a constant reminder of what happened when he'd gotten too bold early on.

  Ever since this bastard had been summoned through that shady-looking artifact—an item Rizevim had found in an ancient tomb and foolishly activated without proper research—he'd been effectively demoted from leader of the Old Satan Faction to obedient servant.

  Worse, far worse, this man had dared to sleep with his mother. Lilith! The original succubus! The woman who claimed to love Lucifer with all her heart!

  And apparently, his mother had forgotten all about his father. Just... forgotten. Like thousands of years of devotion meant nothing compared to whatever this "Heavenly Demon" could offer.

  It was a huge insult. Not to mention this guy had also claimed Grayfia Lucifuge, Euclid's younger sister and the strongest female devil in the Underworld. That too by using her brother's life as leverage.

  The arrogance of this young man was too much even for Rizevim, who was himself known for being insufferably arrogant. But this? This was on another level entirely.

  As a proud Super Devil, descended from Lucifer himself, Rizevim had always carried himself with supreme confidence. But this young man would just casually kill people for even looking at him without permission! For breathing too loudly in his presence! For existing in a way that annoyed him!

  It was madness. Absolute madness.

  Euclid, sensing the dangerous tension building in the room like pressure before a storm, stepped in smoothly. He'd gotten very good at reading the warning signs.

  "Heavenly Demon Long Aotian-sama," Euclid's voice was perfectly calibrated—respectful without being reverent "Please understand our position in this matter. The New Devil faction has ruled the Underworld for over two centuries now. They control everything—the economy, the military infrastructure, the political systems, even public perception."

  He moved to the table, indicating specific points on the map with practiced precision. "We need to gradually regain our influence before making any decisive moves. When we do strike, our supporters who are currently hiding in Lucifaad will attack their rear guard simultaneously. This way, we can preserve our combat forces for the eventual battle against Heaven."

  Euclid met Long Aotian's eyes briefly, not long enough to be challenging. "They remain the strongest faction even with the death of their God. We cannot afford to waste our strength on the New Devils if we wish to ultimately conquer Heaven itself."

  Long Aotian stood up from the sofa with fluid grace that spoke of extensive martial training. Every movement was precise, controlled, deadly. It was the kind of body control that took decades to develop, yet this young man moved like it was second nature.

  "No matter the strength, no matter the numbers, all shall fall before the might of the Heavenly Demon," he declared with the absolute certainty of someone who'd never truly been challenged. "The strong rule, the weak submit. That is the natural order of all things."

  He walked toward the window, hands clasped behind his back in a pose that looked like it came from some martial arts instruction manual. "If I could bring my old subordinates from my original world, I would have conquered this weak world already."

  Long Aotian shook his head with exaggerated disappointment. "This world is too soft. Too comfortable. No real warriors here, no true cultivators pushing themselves to transcend mortality. Just people playing with borrowed power they don't even understand. Devils using the scraps of power their bloodlines grant them. Angels relying on their God's system. Even your dragons are lazy, sleeping for millennia instead of cultivating."

  He turned back to face them, his expression cold and superior. "Hmph. Disappointing, really. I expected more from a world with such interesting legends."

  Long Aotian walked toward the door, then paused to deliver his parting shot. He didn't even bother looking back at them, the ultimate display of dismissal.

  "You're lucky, Euclid, that I found your sister Grayfia to my taste. Lucky that she and Rizevim's mother Lilith became my women and pleased me enough to keep you both alive and useful."

  His voice dropped, becoming colder. More threatening. "Otherwise, I would have disposed of you weaklings already and found more competent servants. Do not forget that you serve at my pleasure. Do not disappoint me going forward."

  Another pause, deliberately dramatic. "I can always make sons with my women and let my offspring take over this world instead. My children would be more obedient than you two, I think. More grateful for the opportunity to serve the Heavenly Demon. You're both replaceable, ultimately. Remember that."

  He walked away casually, his footsteps echoing in the hallway as he left. Probably heading to the harem quarters to "enjoy himself" with the women he'd claimed, as he liked to phrase it.

  The moment Long Aotian was out of earshot, Rizevim double-checked with a detection spell just to be sure, his carefully maintained mask cracked like breaking glass.

  He almost spat out a string of curses that would have made even other devils blush, but Euclid quickly placed a warning hand on his shoulder, squeezing hard enough to hurt through the expensive fabric.

  "Don't, my lord," Euclid whispered urgently, his own face twisted with barely suppressed rage and humiliation. "The walls might have ears. He might have left surveillance techniques we can't detect. He's done it before."

  Rizevim took a shaky breath, forcing the anger down into that cold place inside where he kept all his hatred and resentment. It was getting quite crowded in there.

  When he spoke, his voice came out as a bitter laugh. "I am no longer your lord, Euclid. Look at us. Just look. Bowing to a mere human, if he even still counts as human after whatever cultivation nonsense he's done to himself. Following his orders like trained dogs begging for scraps."

  He slammed his fist on the table, making the papers scatter and the inkwell jump. "How low I have fallen. How low we've all fallen. My father ruled over the underworld, made angels tremble, brought Heaven itself to the brink of destruction by killing god. And I? I sort papers for some disgusting human cultivator with delusions of grandeur."

  Rizevim's hands were shaking now, the fury and shame too much to fully contain. "Rather than suffer this disrespect continuously, day after day, it would be better to fight him to the death! At least I'd die with some shred of dignity intact! At least I could face my father in the afterlife without complete shame!"

  Euclid sighed heavily, his own frustration and pain evident in every line of his body. His shoulders slumped, making him look older than his centuries. "I understand your feelings, my lord. Believe me, I understand them better than you might think."

  His voice cracked slightly. "My sister Grayfia was forced to serve this bastard after he nearly killed me in front of her, and used my life as leverage against her loyalty. He beat me within an inch of death, then healed me just enough to keep me alive, then beat me again. Over and over while she watched helplessly until she begged him to spare my life in return for her servitude."

  Euclid's hands clenched into fists so tight his knuckles turned white. "Every single day I see her walking around this compound with that empty smile plastered on her face, pretending she's happy with the situation. Pretending she enjoys being one of his women. But I can see it in her eyes when she thinks no one's looking—the defeat, the shame, the helpless rage."

  He closed his eyes against the memories. "She was the strongest female devil in the Underworld. Feared and respected. Now she's just... his woman. One of several. Not even his favorite."

  Rizevim felt some of his own anger drain away, replaced by sympathy for his loyal servant's pain. "And my mother?"

  "Lady Lilith is playing a deeper game, I think," Euclid said carefully. "She's using him to gain more power, learning his cultivation techniques, studying his weaknesses. She's too smart to actually be seduced by his arrogance. She's waiting for an opportunity, gathering information."

  He opened his eyes, and they were hard as diamonds. "If Long Aotian truly has followers stronger than him back in his original world, we need to ensure he can never bring them here. Can never open a stable portal or create a permanent gateway. Because if he does? We'd be completely helpless to stop a full invasion."

  Rizevim nodded slowly, his strategic mind overriding his emotional rage. "You're right. As much as I hate this situation, we need to think long-term. We need a plan."

  He stared at the ceiling, seeing nothing but his own thoughts. "I wonder if that bastard Kokabiel, who killed my father and destroyed everything he built, could actually stop this monster? Long Aotian is powerful, frighteningly so. But Kokabiel..."

  Rizevim's voice became distant, remembering. "I was just a young boy during the Great War, but I remember the stories. How Kokabiel killed all four Satans not in a long battle, but in seconds. How he fought armies by himself and won. How even my father, Lucifer himself, couldn't scratch him."

  "Part of me hopes they both kill each other," he admitted quietly. "Let them destroy one another in some cataclysmic battle and leave the rest of us in peace. Is that wrong? To hope for the death of someone who might be our only hope of freedom?"

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  Euclid had no answer for that. What could he say? They were trapped between two monsters, hoping the bigger monster would eat the smaller one and then leave them alone.

  "Is this karma?" Rizevim asked the empty air. "Did I do something in a past life to deserve this? Was summoning that artifact really such a great sin that the universe decided to punish me this thoroughly?"

  The irony wasn't lost on him. He'd summoned Long Aotian thinking he'd found the perfect weapon to reclaim his father's legacy. Instead, he'd just created a new master to bow to.

  From the hunter to the hunted. From the schemer to the pawn.

  How the mighty had fallen indeed.

  *****

  Kokabiel's POV

  I drew back my omniscience after thoroughly examining the situation, my cosmic awareness retracting like a tide pulling away from contaminated shores.

  The information I'd gathered settled into my mind, organizing itself automatically into categories of threat level, urgency, and strategic implications.

  Well. That was extremely interesting. And very, very problematic on multiple levels.

  This was definitely a transmigrator from another world, almost certainly of the Eastern cultivation type based on his energy signature, fighting style, and the arrogant way he carried himself. The whole "young master" aesthetic was a dead giveaway.

  More importantly, he was another Outer God vessel. Type C Mole class, according to the classification system the chat group used. Someone who didn't even know they were being used as a dimensional anchor point for something far more sinister.

  The "system" he possessed, that helpful cheat ability he thought was his golden finger granting him power and destiny? That was actually a parasitic control mechanism slowly transforming him into a gateway.

  Every time he used it, every time he ascended or gained new abilities, he was actually just making himself a better host for an Outer God's influence to seep through.

  Give it enough time, and Long Aotian would cease to exist as an individual entity. He'd just be a puppet, a shell, a doorway for something incomprehensible to enter this reality.

  But here was the truly concerning part that made me annoyed. How the absolute hell did the DxD world not sense this intrusion?!

  The World Will should have detected a foreign entity the moment it crossed dimensional barriers. It should have activated every defense, maybe even contacted me directly about the threat.

  Instead? Nothing. Complete silence. The invasion had gone completely unnoticed until I'd specifically looked for problems.

  That meant either the World Will was compromised somehow, or the barrier damage was far worse than I'd thought, or this particular type of infiltration was specifically designed to bypass normal detection methods.

  None of those options were good.

  Just as I was about to reach out through the chat group to contact my useless, perverted World Will and demand answers—probably with threats of violence—the chat group interface suddenly flashed a familiar red color.

  [Ding! Emergency mission has been issued.]

  Well, that confirmed my suspicions. This was officially a crisis-level situation.

  The full mission details materialized in front of me:

  [Target: DxD World

  Mission Description: Through sheer accident and gross incompetence, the Old Satan faction has summoned an Outer God follower to the DxD world, causing dangerous instability in the timeline and dimensional framework. Due to the barrier of the DxD world being damaged during a recent cosmic event , the follower had gone completely undetected until now.

  Thankfully, the chat group member present in the world investigated the current situation and found the threat in time before it could establish a permanent foothold or create an irreversible dimensional anchor point.

  The target is classified as a Type C Mole class individual named Long Aotian—a system user being unknowingly used and manipulated by an Outer God who posed as a ROB (Random Omnipotent Being) granting transmigrator wishes in order to gain access to stable realities.

  Origin: From a mid-tier cultivation world, proficient in Eastern-style fighting techniques and Qi manipulation. Possesses multiple artifacts that can significantly augment his strength far beyond his base cultivation level. Current power level estimated at beyond DxD world level, potentially stronger with artifact enhancement.

  Mission Goal: Kill the individual and retrieve the system core from his body for analysis and proper disposal. Do NOT allow the system to escape or transfer to another host.

  Time Limit: 1 Month before dimensional instability becomes irreversible and requires World Will intervention

  Participant Numbers: Maximum of 3 members (2 members are allowed to travel, as there is already 1 member present in that world)

  Rewards: From 100,000 to 500,000 store points depending on contribution level, completion speed, and prevention of collateral damage]

  As I'd expected, everyone logged in immediately after the notification appeared. The chat group lit up like a Christmas tree with incoming connections, the member list suddenly showing everyone as active.

  Kazuma, being exactly who he was, was the very first one to react. His message popped up before I'd even finished reading the mission details.

  [Advocate of Gender Equality: RIP YOUNG MASTER! YOU PICKED THE WRONG SPAWNING GROUND, NOOB! WRONG NEIGHBORHOOD, MOTHERFUCKER!]

  [Advocate of Gender Equality: YOU DONE FUCKED UP NOW!]

  [Advocate of Gender Equality: And Kokabiel! For all that is holy and good in this world, for the love of all that is sacred, PICK ME! I will be your most faithful servant!]

  [Advocate of Gender Equality: I'll brush your wings! I'll wash your clothes! I'll organize your cosmic library! I'll make you coffee! I'll do your paperwork! JUST LET ME COME TO YOUR WORLD AND SEE THEM WITH MY OWN EYES! PLEASE! I'M BEGGING YOU!]

  I could practically feel the desperation radiating through the text.

  [The Fool: How unfortunate for this "Long Aotian" person. Of all the infinite realities and worlds he could have been summoned to, he ends up in the one where Kokabiel lives.]

  [The Fool: He won't last a day. Probably won't last an hour if Kokabiel's actually trying. Might not even last minutes if Kokabiel's in a bad mood.]

  Klein paused, then added. [And Kazuma, stop being disgusting. Your desperate thirst is showing and it's embarrassing for all of us.]

  [Advocate of Gender Equality: FUCK YOU, KLEIN! You don't understand! ]

  [Advocate of Gender Equality: You don't know about the POWER OF OPPAI in the DxD world! The whole dimension is basically hentai-themed! It's LITERAL PARADISE! The promised land! The holy grail for cultured men!]

  [Advocate of Gender Equality: No real man with functioning eyes and hormones would refuse the chance to visit! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! This is what I've been dreaming about since I was reincarnated into this shitty situation!]

  [Shadow Monarch: It's basically free points at this stage. We won't even be necessary for the actual combat with Kokabiel already on-site. He could probably sneeze and kill this guy.]

  [Shadow Monarch: But I won't mind some extra rewards for my store balance. I have my eyes on a few advanced techniques in the chat group store that would help with my Shadow Army's development.]

  [Flash Goddess: Oh my~ Another mission so soon, and even in Kokabiel-kun's home world! I'm very curious to see what it's like there!]

  [Flash Goddess: You've talked about your world before, about your siblings and Heaven, but seeing is believing~ I want to meet this Gabriel you're always mentioning!]

  [Girl Who Loves Reading: I would also love to go and observe a completely different world's power system. The DxD world operates on very different principles from ours—Sacred Gears, Evil Pieces, the whole Factions dynamic. It would be educational.]

  [Girl Who Loves Reading: But it says only 2 of us can travel there since Kokabiel's already present as a native. So who will it be? We need to decide quickly.]

  Surprisingly, Ritsuka was extremely adamant about joining this time. Her messages came rapid-fire, showing genuine enthusiasm.

  [Last Master of Humanity: I'll go! I want to go! ]

  [Last Master of Humanity: I missed our last mission to the One Piece world because I was busy dealing with a the Eastern Lostbelt. I won't miss this one too! I refuse to be left behind again!]

  [Last Master of Humanity: I want to help you guys! Even if I can't fight at the same level, I can provide support! I can summon Servants if needed! Plus, I also get to meet Kokabiel-san face-to-face finally! We've only talked through text messages! I want to see what an actual angel looks like! And Heaven! I want to see Heaven!]

  I smiled at her determination. She really is a kind girl.

  [Flash Goddess: So that's 1 person confirmed for sure. Ritsuka's definitely going. Who will be the second participant?]

  [The Fool: I'm still tracking down Ince Zangwill for my revenge. He's close, I can feel it. So I won't be able to come this time. I hope you can understand, everyone.]

  [Heaven's Wrath: Don't worry about it, Klein. Deal with your personal problems first. Revenge is important, and we'll be here to support you when you need us.]

  [Flash Goddess: Me, Jin Woo, Robin, and Kazuma are all willing to come, right? We're all interested for various reasons.]

  [Flash Goddess: Kokabiel, you should make the final decision. It's your world after all, and you know the situation better than we do.]

  I typed calmly, trying to manage expectations before this devolved into a full argument or people trying to bribe me.

  [Heaven's Wrath: To be completely honest, I don't really need any help with the actual battle itself. Me and my brothers are already positioned near that guy's location. We were about to engage when I detected the dimensional anomaly and investigated.]

  [Heaven's Wrath: Once we actually fight, he'll be dead within minutes. Possibly seconds if I use my full power. This isn't really a challenge.]

  [Heaven's Wrath: So you guys will mostly be coming for sightseeing, collecting your share of the mission rewards, and maybe observing how dimensional anchoring works for educational purposes. Consider it more of a field trip than an actual dangerous mission.]

  [Advocate of Gender Equality: AND WHAT A FIELD TRIP IT WILL BE! THE MOST BEAUTIFUL DIMENSION IN THE ENTIRE MULTIVERSE!]

  [Advocate of Gender Equality: The girls there are absolutely BLESSED! Like, the average woman in DxD is more attractive than supermodels in my world! And the devils? Holy shit, the devils! They're literally designed to be supernaturally attractive!]

  [Advocate of Gender Equality: ...Ehem. I mean, yes, very educational observation opportunity. Very important cultural exchange. Absolutely vital for interdimensional relations.]

  [Advocate of Gender Equality: PICK ME, GOD DAMN IT! I NEED THIS! I NEED A VACATION! DO YOU KNOW HOW STRESSFUL MY LIFE IS?!]

  [Shadow Monarch: What will you even actually DO there besides be a massive creep? Steal their panties? Hide in bushes with binoculars? Peep on women bathing?]

  [Shadow Monarch: You'll embarrass us all and probably get yourself killed by angry angels or devils. At least I'd actually be useful if something unexpected goes wrong. My shadows could provide reconnaissance and tactical support.]

  I sighed and shook my head at the bickering, watching the messages fly back and forth. Time to make a decision before this got out of hand.

  [Heaven's Wrath: As for the participants... I guess I'll grant Kazuma's degenerate wish this once. Against my better judgment and all common sense.]

  [Heaven's Wrath: Kazuma and Ritsuka will be coming to the DxD world. Final decision.]

  [Advocate of Gender Equality: YES! YES! FUCK YES! OH THANK YOU! THANK YOU SO MUCH!]

  [Advocate of Gender Equality: I'M GOING TO GO SHOWER RIGHT NOW! FIND MY BEST TRACKSUIT! THE LUCKY ONE I SAVE FOR SPECIAL OCCASIONS!]

  [Advocate of Gender Equality: Thank you, Kokabiel! I promise I'll be on my best behavior! Mostly! Probably! I'll try really hard at least!]

  [Last Master of Humanity: Yay! I'm so excited! I'm looking forward to meeting you, Kokabiel-san! And your siblings! And seeing Heaven! This is like a dream come true!]

  [Last Master of Humanity: I'll start preparing right away! Need to pack supplies, inform Mash, maybe bring some healing items just in case...]

  [Shadow Monarch: ...I genuinely cannot believe you actually chose Kazuma. You're going to regret this decision so much. When he inevitably does something stupid and gets himself killed, don't say I didn't warn you.]

  [Flash Goddess: Have fun, you two~ Try not to get killed by angry angels or devils when Kazuma inevitably does something perverted~]

  [Flash Goddess: Kokabiel, you have my sympathies. Babysitting Kazuma is its own special kind of hell.]

  [Girl Who Loves Reading: Good luck to both of you. You'll definitely need it dealing with Kazuma's antics.]

  [Advocate of Gender Equality: I'm still here you bastards!]

  [Girl Who Loves Reading: Kokabiel, I recommend establishing very clear ground rules immediately. Like "don't steal panties" and "don't peep on women bathing" and "don't sexually harass angels."]

  [Heaven's Wrath: Thank you for that advice, Robin. I was already planning exactly that.]

  [Heaven's Wrath: And Ritsuka, you'll be a pleasure to host. I'm looking forward to introducing you to my siblings properly.]

  [Heaven's Wrath: As for Kazuma... Don't make me regret this decision. You better be on your absolute best behavior. I'm serious. One wrong move and I'm sending you back immediately.]

  [Advocate of Gender Equality: Yes sir! I will be a perfect gentleman! A paragon of virtue and restraint! An example of proper conduct and decorum!]

  There was a brief pause, then Kazuma continued:

  [Advocate of Gender Equality: But wait, since it's way before the canon timeline in your world, who even is there to meet? Like, the main characters aren't born yet, right?]

  [Advocate of Gender Equality: Heaven is probably off-limits to random visitors anyway. And the Devils only have Serafall and Grayfia at this point in the timeline, maybe some random background girls who weren't important enough to get mentioned in the original story...]

  I could already see exactly where this line of thinking was going. I covered my face with my hand even though no one could see the gesture through text.

  [Heaven's Wrath: Kazuma...]

  [Advocate of Gender Equality: ALRIGHT, FINE! FINE! I'll figure out the whole sightseeing thing later! After we deal with the mission!]

  [Advocate of Gender Equality: Just please let me come! I'll behave! I swear on Aqua's debt collection notices!]

  [Heaven's Wrath: That's not reassuring at all since Aqua never pays her debts. But fine. I'll give you both a short period of time to gather your things and prepare properly. Let's say one hour. I don't want to delay dealing with this threat any longer than absolutely necessary.]

  [Heaven's Wrath: The longer that system user stays active in my world, the more unstable the dimensional framework becomes. Every minute counts.]

  I closed the chat interface with a sigh that would have disturbed nearby reality if I wasn't carefully controlling my power output.

  This was either going to be wonderful or a complete disaster. Knowing my luck? Probably both simultaneously.

  Azrael spoke from my left, genuine curiosity evident in his voice and expression. "What happened, brother? What did you find when you examined their base with your omniscience? You have that specific expression you only get when something's gone seriously wrong."

  I replied solemnly, making absolutely sure both Michael and Azrael could hear me clearly. This was important information they needed to understand.

  "They've actually summoned a being from another world. A completely different reality with different laws of power. His very presence here is destabilizing our dimensional framework like a infection spreading through healthy tissue."

  I paused to let that sink in. "The dimensional barriers are degrading where he exists. In approximately one month, maybe less depending on his activity level, the world itself might start experiencing critical failures. Reality collapse, dimensional tears opening to the void, the fundamental laws of physics breaking down."

  Both of my brothers looked appropriately alarmed by that description.

  "That person is also very, very strong," I continued grimly. "Stronger than Great Red by a significant margin. And somehow, they've managed to capture Ophis—the Infinity Dragon herself—and are currently using her as a living power battery. Draining her infinite energy to supplement and amplify their own abilities."

  Michael gasped from my other side, his expression shifting from concern to outright shock and horror. His hand instinctively moved to the sword at his hip.

  "Even the Infinity Dragon was captured?! Ophis, who even Great Red himself couldn't fully suppress unless he went all out?!" Michael's voice was strained. "This is indeed extremely serious! Far worse than I thought!"

  His angelic instincts were screaming danger now. I could see the golden light starting to gather around him unconsciously. "Why are we waiting here then?! We should strike immediately before they can fortify their position further or summon additional allies!"

  I pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling the beginning of what might be a headache if I was still capable of getting headaches. "Because I've contacted two of my friends from other worlds. They wish to observe the situation, see how we handle threats, and maybe provide backup if things go unexpectedly wrong."

  I added quickly, seeing their expressions, "They aren't anywhere near as strong as us comparatively, so they'll mostly be observers and support personnel. Don't expect them to fight the main threat directly."

  Azrael raised an eyebrow, his expression somewhere between genuinely surprised and deeply amused. "Wait. Hold on. You have friends? Actual friends? People who voluntarily want to spend time with you outside of obligation?"

  Michael immediately glared at him with the full force of his big brother disappointment. "Don't speak nonsense, Azrael. That's incredibly rude, even for you."

  Then Michael turned to me with a genuinely warm smile that made him look years younger, the weight of leadership temporarily lifting from his shoulders. "I'm so glad you made friends, brother. I was honestly worried you'd spend the rest of eternity alone by choice, pushing everyone away other than us. I'm really, truly looking forward to meeting them!"

  Azrael nodded enthusiastically, his earlier teasing replaced with what seemed like actual interest and excitement. "Yes! This I absolutely have to see with my own eyes! Our moody, sullen, antisocial brother has made actual friends who actively want to visit him!"

  He grinned widely. "That's got to be some kind of certified miracle from Father! Should we inform the church? Get it officially recognized? Have a celebration?"

  I smiled wryly and shook my head at their reactions, feeling warmth despite myself. "They're good people. Strange, chaotic, occasionally criminal depending on how you define laws, but fundamentally good people who will have my back when things get difficult."

  I paused, a sudden worry occurring to me based on past experiences. "I just really hope this whole situation won't turn into something embarrassing. Knowing my luck recently ..."

  Michael patted my shoulder reassuringly, completely missing the real concern. "I'm absolutely sure it'll be fine, brother. What's the worst that could possibly happen?"

  I looked at him flatly, my expression completely deadpan. "You really, genuinely want me to answer that question? I can use my omniscience right now and see approximately one million fifty nine thousand two hundred and forty-seven different timelines where this goes horribly, catastrophically wrong in creative ways."

  Azrael laughed loudly, clearly delighted by the whole situation. "Now I'm even more excited! This is going to be so entertaining! I haven't looked forward to something this much in decades!"

  "That's exactly what I'm afraid of," I muttered under my breath.

  But despite my concerns, I found myself actually looking forward to introducing my siblings to my friends. It felt... nice. Having two parts of my life meet, two families connecting.

  Even if Kazuma would probably try to flirt with the female devils within the first hour.

  I'd just have to keep a very close eye on him. Very close.

  This was either going to be wonderful or a complete disaster.

  Knowing my life? Probably both.