The meeting in the Underworld was tense. The aftermath of Loki's defeat, the sudden appearance of the Shadow Monarch, Fenrir's abduction by Valiana's team, and Ophis's unpredictable actions left every faction on edge.
Odin broke it first, slamming Gungnir's base against the marble floor. "We cannot allow that lunatic to act freely! He killed my son and enslaved his spirit! Even for us gods, that is beyond forgiveness!"
Amaterasu stood beside her shrine maidens, her divine aura still shimmering faintly. "Do not worry. I will demand answers from him myself." Before she departed, she bowed apologetically to the other leaders. "Forgive me for what transpired. I will take responsibility for the actions of my subject."
When she left through a flare of divine light, silence lingered in the grand hall.
Ajuka nodded gravely, his eyes sharp behind his glasses. "To reanimate a divine being so easily… it defies even our highest magical theories. The Shadow Monarch is dangerous not merely powerful, but existentially so. We need to know where he came from and how he does it?"
Serafall, who had been watching quietly, turned to Satria. She smiled faintly, though her tone was serious. "What do you think, Shin-kun?"
Satria looked up from where he sat—Ophis calmly perched in his lap, munching on pocky as if none of this mattered.
'Honestly,' he thought, suppressing a sigh, 'you guys sound like hypocrites. You all play god too. Necromancy, reincarnation, politics, war—you just dress it up with better PR.'
But out loud, he only said, "Be patient. I get that you're angry, old man, but Loki was the one who started that fight. Losing someone you see as family… I understand that pain. But letting rage lead you will only end in failure. The Monarch may be dangerous, but rushing in blindly would make us the fools here."
For a moment, even Odin's fury cooled. Then, surprisingly, the old god smiled. "You're a wise lad for your age. Still hard to believe you're barely a teenager. Ha! A mortal who speaks like a seasoned warrior. That deserves something."
With a flick of his hand, Odin conjured a rune glowing with shifting symbols. "This is the Rune of Trickster's Valor created by Loki himself before his fall. It lets you twist divine energy through clever intent: turning deadly strikes into harmless illusions… or even ridiculous jokes."
He handed the rune to Satria with a hearty grin. "You've earned it, boy. And from this day forth, I name you an honorary guest among warriors. Asgard's gates will always open for you. You'll love our mead and our feasts—oh, and one last thing…"
He looked over his shoulder. "Rossweisse!"
The valkyrie stiffened. "Y-Yes, All-Father?"
"You'll accompany him. Consider it… a cultural exchange."
"E-EH?! W-wait—what?!" Rossweisse's face turned red as she glanced at Satria. He looked effortlessly handsome despite his unpredictable nature, and being near him somehow made her feel absolutely safe.
"…Oh no…" Satria felt an icy chill run down his spine. That pressure behind him—it was Kiyohime. And Velzard.
Kiyohime's voice dripped with faux sweetness. "Ara~ara~ What's this, Danna-sama?"
Velzard's smile was polite… and terrifying. "If you're as wise as he claims, you already know what the right answer is, don't you?"
Satria swallowed hard. "I… uh… must respectfully decline the last part. My hands are kind of full already, and, uh… I'd like to stay alive." He made the "please save me" gesture in sign language behind his back.
Odin blinked. "Hmph. A shame. I thought today might be the day I could free from this annoying little girl and finally retire in peace."
Rossweisse pouted adorably. "Why does Lord Odin always do this to me…?"
Satria sighed in relief but before he could relax, Michael rose from his seat. His wings glowed with pure light.
"Then allow me," the Seraph said. "For protecting one of Heaven's blessed saints, I shall offer you my—"
"Nope." Satria cut him off, waving his hand. "If you're looking to make up for something, give it to Jeanne instead. She's the one who deserves Heaven's blessing. But if you try anything weird, Michael, I'll know."
Michael smiled faintly, unfazed. "Understood. Then, Jeanne d'Arc—accept Heaven's gratitude."
Light surrounded Jeanne, warm and pure. "Receive the Light of Aegis," Michael declared. "It will protect your soul from corruption, illusions, and demonic influence. It is not power—it is faith made manifest."
Jeanne knelt gracefully, her eyes soft. "Lord Michael… I thank you. Do not worry—my faith in our Lord is eternal."
Michael placed a hand over his chest, relieved. "May peace and joy fill your spirit, Child of Orleans. Heaven will rejoice at your strength and prayers."
The representatives of the Devils and Fallen Angels turned toward Satria, smiles that were equal parts charm and calculation on their faces.
"Name your reward, young man" Sirzechs said smoothly. "Wealth, titles, contracts, perhaps… companionship? You've done more than enough to earn whatever you desire."
Azazel chuckled lightly. "You could live like a king, kid. Or maybe you already are one?"
Satria crossed his arms, his expression unreadable. "I don't need your gold or luxuries."
The room's atmosphere shifted instantly. Even the most seasoned politicians among them sensed this wasn't going to be a typical exchange.
"What I want," he continued, his tone calm but firm, "is stability. No more exploiting the Earth. No more draining poor nations just to feed greed. You talk about coexistence but if you really want it, then start acting like it. Stop bleeding the weak dry."
The words struck like thunder. Even Ajuka, usually composed, furrowed his brow. The high-ranking devils looked at one another in disbelief—someone had dared to confront their hidden power structures to their faces.
"Why?" Sirzechs finally asked, his voice more curious than angry. "They're strangers to you. What's it to you how we handle our affairs?"
Satria sighed softly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Because I know who really owns most of the banks, the corporations, the trade routes. Devils… and Fallen Angels too. You disguise greed as progress, but all you're doing is repeating the same mistakes over and over again."
He looked down briefly, his voice lowering, tinged with something almost personal. "There was a time I thought the same way—'take what you can, look out for yourself.' But I met people who changed that. People who believed in me. And I realized… selfishness only breeds emptiness. If I want to call myself a protector, then I have to do better than that."
Sirzechs exhaled slowly, expression turning solemn. "No one has ever made a request like that before."
Satria gave a half-smile. "Maybe because no one ever cared enough to."
Serafall, leaning on her staff, grinned faintly. "Guess we owe you more than a treaty, huh?"
But Azazel's voice cut through, sharp and serious. "And if we refuse?" His golden eyes narrowed. "You're asking us to dismantle our own lifelines, boy. Don't expect us to agree easily."
Satria didn't flinch. His gaze met Azazel's with quiet conviction. "Then nothing happens. It was just a suggestion. You asked what I wanted, and I told you. But if you're not ready to let go of your claws when it actually matters…" He paused, his eyes glinting with quiet disappointment. "…then maybe peace isn't what you really want after all."
Silence. Heavy and uncomfortable.
"I'm not asking you to agree today," Satria added, turning away. "Just think about it. Reflect. That's all."
Behind him, Kiyohime, Jeanne, Koneko, and Velzard watched in awe. There was no divine aura, no fiery speech—just sincerity and strength.
As the long meeting finally came to an end, everyone felt the tension ease.
Satria stretched his arms with a calm smile. "Well then, we'll be heading back home. Thank you for the hospitality." He gave a casual wave to the gathered leaders.
Odin threw his head back in laughter. "Wahahahaha! What a remarkable young man! I do hope we cross paths again, boy!"
Satria smirked before teleporting away with Ophis, Jeanne, Kiyohime, Velzard, and Koneko. The glowing portal faded, leaving only the echo of his departure.
"Haaah…" Azazel leaned back in his chair, exhaling deeply. "Finally gone. That guy's presence alone feels like sitting next to a storm that's pretending to nap."
Ajuka nodded thoughtfully, eyes narrowing in calculation. "Still, he's… interesting. I can't shake the feeling he's hiding more than he shows. Perhaps we should find a way to maintain contact."
Sirzechs crossed his arms, a thoughtful smile on his face. "Maybe through political alliance? Actually… I'd take him over Issei any day for my little sister. He's strong, smart, unique—and he has a sense of humor."
Grayfia raised an eyebrow at her husband. "Oh? Is that a hint that you'll start playing matchmaker now, dear?"
Sirzechs coughed awkwardly. "I'm just… saying it's worth considering."
Falbium smirked. "Speaking of which—Serafall, you seemed pretty close to him, huh? Maybe you should be the one to ask for his hand."
"Wh-what are you talking about, Baldy!?" Serafall sputtered, cheeks instantly pink. "I—I was just being friendly!"
"That's new," Falbium teased. "You've rejected every guy who's ever proposed to you, and now you actually blush when we mention someone. Sounds like progress to me."
Sirzechs chuckled. "He's got a point."
Serafall puffed her cheeks. "You guys are impossible!"
Meanwhile, Azazel folded his arms with a grin. "Heh. Maybe I should send someone from my side too. Penemue's been too uptight lately—having her work around a guy like that might loosen her up."
Michael, still standing silently at the side, sighed under his breath. "Even the fallen and devils are plotting connections already. Should Heaven do the same…? But who could I possibly send?" He closed his eyes and smiled faintly. "Perhaps it's too soon for that. Let's just be grateful today didn't end in another war."
•
The Dimensional Gap
The void shivered.
Colors that should not exist flowed like molten dreams, rippling across an ocean of nothingness. Within that eternal twilight, existence itself twisted—half real, half illusion.
And then… it breathed.
From the depths of unreality, a titanic form stirred. Crimson scales shimmered like blood and starlight, each movement birthing and shaking the universes in its wake.
The Dream Dragon, Great Red.
Her eyes—twin worlds of flame—scanned the abyss with mild irritation.
"You must be kidding me… I vanish for a little while, and suddenly a swarm of trespassers think they can wander into my world? I swear, this place becomes messier every century…"
She yawned, her voice echoing across dimensions, reshaping the currents of chaos.
"If it weren't for my hubby's request, I wouldn't even bother with this world again. I came here to play, not clean up cosmic intruders."
Her attention snapped toward a sudden distortion. The Dimensional Gap itself rippled, warning her someone was trying to enter forcefully.
Reality cracked like glass.
From the breach poured a radiance unlike any she had seen: silver and blue, calm yet absolute.
A towering being of light emerged, its presence serene and vast enough to silence even chaos itself.
"A new light dares intrude upon my dominion…?" Great Red's tone deepened, not in rage, but pride. "How amusing."
The being's voice resonated gently, like a hymn across creation.
"I mean no harm, O denizens of this void. I follow the current of creation to seek one whose power may endanger your world."
Great Red narrowed her eyes, wings unfurling with the weight of galaxies.
"Oh, really? You think I can't handle it myself? You want to pass through my domain, prove it."
Her wings flared, each beat distorting existence. The void birthed stars of scarlet flame only to consume them again in waves of impossible fire.
The giant of light merely sighed a quiet, motherly sound that made even chaos pause.
"Then let me show you… peace that does not threaten your dream."
Being raised it's arms, and silver light poured outward like an ocean tide. The chaos stilled. The unreal quieted. Even her dreams momentarily bent under its clarity.
Great Red's divine imagination countered instantly—she conjured infinite dream-realities to erase the intruder, rewriting every concept of "existence" where it's might stand.
Yet it's light persisted. Immutable. Timeless.
Even where the concept of "time" ceased, the being radiance remained—rewriting her dream into dawn.
Her eyes widened slightly.
"So strong… What are you? Even my dream-space can't erase you…"
Her instincts whispered the truth. That form—she had seen one like it before. The one her husband had once called Ultraman.
The being of light bowed it's head, it's posture humble and composed.
"Like I said… I mean no harm. You recognize this form. Then perhaps you know of one of my kind who came before me. I seek him—not to fight, but to speak."
Great Red studied the giant of light for a long moment, then smiled faintly.
Her form shimmered, condensing until the titanic dragon became a human woman with crimson eyes and flowing hair like liquid sunset.
"Fine, Traveler of Light. Follow me. But if you're lying—" she smirked, fangs flashing, "—you'll find out what a true dream feels like when it devours you."
The being of light nodded serenely.
"Understood. Lead the way, Guardian of Dreams."
As they drifted through the shifting void, the Dimensional Gap itself calmed—two divine entities walking side by side.
•
Satria Mansion
The warm glow of the setting sun spilled through the windows as Satria and his wives stepped into the mansion.
"I'm home," he announced, stretching his arms—only to freeze mid-step.
Because what he saw in the living room defied all logic.
Sitting casually on the sofa were Great Red, Crom Cruach, and Kurumi—chatting politely with a total stranger.
A stranger who radiated divine light.
The woman looked almost otherworldly—long silver-white hair that shimmered like moonlight, a faint halo-ring floating behind her head. Her violet eyes sparkled with playful mischief, and her smile carried the calm confidence of someone who had seen galaxies rise and fall.
Satria blinked. "…I leave for one day, and suddenly there's an angelic goddess having tea in my house?"
Ophis tilted her head, staring at the radiant newcomer. "Who's this, Baka Red? She's not from this world… that much I can tell."
Great Red shrugged, smirking lazily. "Beats me. Maybe one of Hubby's weird friends again?"
"Eh?!" Satria pointed at her. "Why is it always my fault when someone mysterious shows up here?!"
Before he could recover, Kiyohime's sweet—but deadly—voice cut through the air. "So, Danna-sama~" She smiled dangerously. "Care to explain who this lovely woman is? Another one of your 'long distance partners,' perhaps?"
Satria raised his hands defensively. "No! I swear on God and my ancestors—I've never seen her in my life!"
Velzard folded her arms, her icy eyes narrowing slightly. "Ara~ Then perhaps the lady would care to introduce herself?"
The woman chuckled softly. "So you're the one they call the Hero of Kindness… Ultraman Cosmos." Her tone softened into admiration. "Or should I say—Ultraman Legend."
Satria blinked in surprise, then grinned. "Wow, you got that right on the first try. Not bad. Now it's your turn—who are you exactly?"
"Of course," she said, her smile turning playful. "But before that… mind telling me who all these beautiful women are around you?"
Satria scratched his cheek awkwardly. "Uh… they're are my wives. Is that a problem?"
Her eyes widened in mock shock, then she burst into laughter. "Oh, my! The famous Hero of Kindness is actually a Casanova! This is the best twist I've ever heard!"
She leaned closer, teasingly. "Tell me—did you spare some of those Kaiju because you were hoping to turn them into cute girls for your harem?"
Satria's eye twitched violently. "I am NOT!!! What kind of insane rumor is that!?"
Fatalis crossed her arms, smirking slyly. "Well… she's not entirely wrong, dear."
Satria's jaw dropped. "Oi! Which side are you on?!"
"See?" the woman laughed again, her tone full of mischief. "How can you blame me for thinking that?"
Kurumi flicked her hair and leaned on Satria's shoulder. "You sure talk big for someone who just barged into our home. Don't tease my poor darling too much. He may be weird—but he's our weirdo."
"Hey! I'm not weird!" Satria protested. "Why does everyone keep saying that lately?!"
Crom chuckled deeply. "Kurumi, that was quite the display of courage—protecting your alpha's pride. I respect that."
The silver-haired woman smiled softly, a hint of genuine warmth in her voice now. "Heh… this family really is something. So lively, so chaotic… and yet, I can feel it—true love and loyalty between you all."
Her halo shimmered, and her tone grew gentle. "Very well. Allow me to properly introduce myself. I am Ultraman Noa—a being of light from another universe. I came to this world to ensure the safety of this world from certain Ultra who crossed into this realm… and to see whether he's become a threat."
Her smile turned amused. "But seeing you now, I can say I'm relieved. You're… not dangerous just a bit weird."
Satria crossed his arms, trying to look dignified. "…Thank you. But stop calling me weird."
Noa tilted her head with a playful smile. "Hmm. Can't promise that."
"Ughhh!!!" Satria groaned, dragging his hands down his face while his wives giggled at his misery. "To discover the God of Ultra is actually a woman and now she's sitting in my living room too."
Honestly, he wasn't that surprised. After all, Dark Faust and Justice had male Ultra forms in series but were actually women inside. Still, this situation was… not how he wanted to end his day.
"How are you capable of tracking me down here?" he asked, rubbing his temples.
"God of Ultra? Is she strong?" Velzard tilted her head, curiosity gleaming in her ice-blue eyes.
Satria gave her a grave look. "Compared to everyone here except me, she's the strongest."
"Hee…" Velzard's lips curved into a cold smile. "Then I want to test that strength for myself."
Before she could take a step forward, Noa raised her hand and smiled gently. "Now, now. Let's not jump straight to violence. I came here to talk, not destroy your lovely house."
Kurumi narrowed her crimson eyes. "That face… you're not here just for a friendly visit, are you?"
Noa's expression softened, almost apologetic. "No. I wish it were that simple."
She waved her hand, and the air shimmered. A holographic projection filled the room. An ocean of collapsing stars, fragmented timelines, and dimensions folding over one another like shattered glass.
Velzard frowned. "That… looks wrong. What am I looking at?"
"This," Noa said quietly, "is the weave of the multiverse—the flow of existence connecting every world, every dream, every spark of creation." She pointed to a golden ripple at the center. "And this distortion… is you."
Satria blinked. "Me?"
Noa nodded gravely. "Your power doesn't belong to any known law of creation. Even among the Ultras, it's… foreign. It bends concepts themselves. When you unleashed it, reality shifted—and the echo spread across countless dimensions. That's how I found you."
Fatalis smirked. "Ah, that must've been when you tried showing off your Ultimate New Form. Told you not to go overboard, but you were too eager to impress us."
Satria frowned. "I wasn't showing off! I just forgot to suppress my power!"
[Goldy: What are you without me, huh? Probably sending accidental love calls or berserk calls to cosmic horrors across the multiverse.]
"Shut up! How about showing some respect to your master for once? Be like Raphael—she's polite!"
[Goldy: Sure. I'll apologize the day monkeys start flying out of my butt.]
"F—! I hate you!"
[Goldy: Love you too, buddy.]
Ophis tilted her head. "So… his power breaks things?"
"In a way," Noa replied calmly. "He doesn't destroy—he rewrites. The universe bends to accommodate him, and the multiverse reacts to maintain balance. Like an immune system responding to a new virus."
Velzard's eyes sharpened. "So he's a threat?"
Noa shook her head gently. "Not intentionally. But power without awareness can reshape destiny in unpredictable ways. When he played that 'prank' on the guy who called himself a Shadow Monarch, the ripple crossed fourteen dimensions. Entire timelines felt it."
Koneko blinked. "Wait, wait—you mean the pants thing?"
Noa nodded seriously. "Yes. That one incident alone caused a metaphysical identity crisis in several realms. In one world, Sung Jinwoo's shadow army spontaneously gained self-awareness and started demanding 'pant privileges.'"
Fatalis snorted into her sleeve. "Oh my God…"
Kiyohime tried to hold her laugh. "So… Danna-sama almost caused a multiversal rebellion because he dropped someone's pants?"
Satria slumped on the couch, facepalming. "You make it sound like I'm some cosmic menace with a sense of humor."
"You are," Great Red said flatly, sipping her tea.
Noa chuckled softly. "Still, your heart is good. That's why I didn't come here as an enemy. But I must warn you—there are higher beings who might not see it that way. Entities who monitor balance beyond light and dark. If they ever perceive your power as destabilizing, they'll come for you."
Jeanne frowned. "Then what can we do?"
"Simple," Noa said. "Control it. Don't suppress your power—harmonize it. It's not chaos… it's creation. You just need to align it with a purpose greater than jokes or battles."
Satria nodded slowly, his tone steady now. "So if I don't learn to control it, I could accidentally break the universe?"
"Exactly," Noa said, smiling kindly. "But if you do… then even the higher beings will one day seek your guidance, not your destruction."
The room fell silent.
Then Kiyohime leaned close, eyes glimmering mischievously. "Ara~ So Danna-sama might become a god one day?"
Kurumi grinned. "A god of trolling, maybe."
Satria groaned. "Why do I even try being serious around you people? And I refuse to be called as God."
Noa laughed softly. "It's fine. Your humor keeps the light within you pure. But remember—light must know its boundaries. I'll stay in this dimension for a while, just to make sure things remain… stable."
"Wait—you're staying here?" Velzard narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
"Of course," Noa said innocently. "I'll just need a private room. Somewhere with a good view of the stars. And breakfast at eight, please."
Everyone turned to Satria.
He sighed in defeat. "…Another cosmic roommate. Why not? My life's already one giant joke anyway."
To be continued...