Craze: Finally the main story has come to an ended. Now it is the time for new generation Axel the son of Great Red and Olivia the daughter of Ophis. Both of them is being raised by none other than the super duper One Above All, Stan Lee! How will the multiverse handle them? One is the Primodial Dragon God of Fire that could burn even the Great Sun and the other was the The Primodial Goddess of Void that could end the entire solar system.
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Arthur surveyed the bustling market square, the air thick with the smell of exotic spices mixed with the familiar aroma of hot dogs and shawarma—food brought by the wave of Dungeon Climbers.
He was holding Asia's hand, ensuring her safety, while his partners observed the chaotic fusion of fantasy and modern society.
It was the conversations that caught Arthur's attention.
He overheard chatter not just about magic contracts and subduing monsters, but about political maneuvers and investments.
"Did you hear? The Iron Syndicate is pouring cash into the Karsten camp. They think Crusch will be easier to negotiate trade laws with."
"Nah, man, I'm backing the priestess. Anastasia Hoshin's got the best business plan, and her guild promised a 50% cut on all loot from the Fourth Floor once she wins!"
"Everyone knows it's a numbers game now. The Mithril Legion guild boss is lobbying the elders directly, offering advanced medical tech in exchange for their vote. This isn't about spirit anymore; it's about tech and gold."
A grim expression settled on Arthur's face.
The Royal Selection was indeed coming close, and he realized the situation had become exponentially more complex than a simple contest of nobility.
He'd initially thought Emilia would win easily; her natural goodness, combined with the unparalleled support he provided (knowledge, technology, and stability), made her the clear choice.
But the interference from his own world had become too much. Dungeon Climbers, driven by greed, had injected massive, unchecked financial and technological power into the campaigns of the other candidates, transforming the election into a corporate acquisition.
The noble houses were no match for the sheer wealth and influence of transnational guilds and organizations from Earth who viewed the Re:Zero world as a massive, exploitable resource.
Emilia's sincerity and local support were being drowned out by the noise of international finance and political bribery.
A grim expression settled on Arthur's face. The Royal Selection was being treated like a hostile corporate takeover by the greedy factions of his own world.
Emilia's integrity and genuine heart were being drowned out by the noise of international finance and political bribery.
Arthur didn't need to gather more data; he had the necessary tools.
He didn't move a muscle, but his mind reached across the quantum fabric of the Tower Nexus back to his home world's orbital defenses.
"JARVIS,"
Arthur commanded silently, overriding every security protocol.
"I have a priority alpha directive. The Iron Syndicate, Mithril Legion, and any organization funding the Karsten and Hoshin campaigns in this dimension are conducting illegal, hostile interference in a sovereign political process. Execute Financial and Digital Protocol: Black Swan."
"Directive received, Arthur. Commencing immediate, untraceable digital warfare. Target organizations will experience simultaneous, catastrophic market losses, freezing of all liquid assets, and irreversible corruption of their political ledgers related to the Re:Zero dimension. Estimated completion: six seconds,"
JARVIS confirmed, his omnipresent intelligence instantly crippling the financial backbone of the interfering guilds.
A satisfied, if ruthless, smirk touched Arthur's lips.
The corrupt funding pipeline was severed. Now, he just had to deal with the local fallout.
Just as the digital storm began brewing miles away in his home world, Arthur felt a massive spike of familiar, powerful magical signatures approaching.
He looked up, shielding his eyes as a sleek, silver personal jet—a custom model provided by Tony—descended rapidly, landing with a silent grace in a nearby, cleared plaza.
The hatch hissed open, and the sight immediately erased all the stress of political and cosmic maneuvering.
Emilia was the first out, her long, silver hair catching the sunlight. She saw Arthur immediately, standing there with his companions, and the weariness of her political struggle vanished.
Her mission, her duty, her fear—it all became irrelevant.
"ARTHUR!"
She cried out, pure, unadulterated joy in her voice.
She launched herself forward with unexpected speed.
Rem was right behind her, equally driven by intense relief and affection.
Emilia leaped, and Arthur barely had time to brace himself before she slammed into his chest, her arms wrapping around his neck in a fierce, desperate embrace.
Rem followed an instant later, clinging tightly to his back.
They had missed him dearly, and the contact was a primal confirmation of his return.
"I missed you! I missed you so, so much!"
Emilia whispered fiercely into his ear, tears welling in her eyes.
"You were gone for so long! I thought—"
"I'm here, Emilia. I'm back,"
Arthur murmured, holding both the Half-Elf and the Demon tightly.
"I'm sorry I took so long. I had to evolve."
After the intensity of the reunion subsided, and they had been properly introduced to Sona, Kuroka, Koneko, and Asia, Emilia looked at Arthur, her expression softening but hardening with resolve.
"Arthur, the Royal Selection,"
She began, the weariness returning slightly as she gestured toward the corrupt, bustling city.
"It's become a nightmare. The greed from your world... it's everywhere."
She placed her hands on his chest, her eyes blazing with determination.
"I saw how bad it was getting. Everyone told me to ask you for a massive injection of tech and money to fight back."
Arthur nodded, expecting the request, ready to unleash the wealth of the Tower.
"But I didn't,"
Emilia continued, surprising him.
"I know you're busy with things far bigger than a petty election. And I realized this isn't about money anymore. This is about winning through our own strength and integrity, so we can govern without being indebted to those corporations."
She leaned in, a conspiratorial look on her face.
"Don't worry about me. I know what they're doing, and I have a plan with Rem and Azula to address the corruption directly. You just focus on your duties. I can handle politics."
Her independent strength was clear, but the political battlefield was still dangerously unstable, even with JARVIS's intervention.
Arthur knew he couldn't leave her alone just yet.
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