The sensation of traveling through dimensions was hard to describe. It wasn't like moving through space—it was as if reality itself folded around them, momentarily replacing their existence with something else.
Allen felt a slight tug on his being, a brief weightlessness, and then—
They arrived.
The moment his feet touched solid ground, Allen's senses sharpened. The air smelled different—crisp and thick with an unfamiliar energy. The sky overhead stretched endlessly, painted in hues that didn't quite match anything from Earth.
"Well," Allen exhaled, glancing around. "This is new."
Tiamat tilted her head. "Master… where are we?"
Raviel let go of his arm and stretched. "Somewhere fun, I hope."
Allen scanned his surroundings. Strangely, there were no immediate signs of life. No alarms. No divine figures descending upon them. Nothing to indicate that their presence had been noticed.
For now, at least, they were just… here.
Unseen.
Unknown.
Allen was confused. "Where are we..?" He only saw trees around him.
"We are on the edge of the forest near the port husband"
Allen just sighed "I guess we can explore at our own pace."
"Are you disappointed in me, my husband?"
"Of course not, we can walk to the nearest port from here and I guess we need money too."
"If it's about that, dear, you don't need to worry because in the system inventory you can find all the basic needs such as money, etc."
"Hey, will there be no inflation later?"
"are you worried about that?" And she added "hey how about you check your current status"
Allen shrugged. "Sure. Let's see what we're working with."
Raviel snapped her fingers, and a translucent screen materialized before him.
[Status]
• Name: Allen
• Race: ascended, ???? (Omnipotent)
• Class: Magus
• Abilities: Omnipotence (Unlimited)
• Affection Levels:
• Raviel (∞)
• Tiamat (∞)
Allen raised an eyebrow. "Omnipotence. Unlimited."
(Basically, Allen is completely broken here.)
[SKILLS]
• Omnipotence : Whatever Allen wants, happens.
• Reality Override: Ignores all rules, concepts, and existence itself.
• Harem Halo (Hiden)
• System's Favorite: Raviel spoils him endlessly.
[INVENTORY]
• System Wallet: Infinite Money (Auto-adjusts to prevent inflation)
• Dimensional Storage: Holds anything (Size: Infinite)
• Raviel's Gift Box: Random overpowered items from Raviel
• Casual Outfit: Stylish clothes suited for any world
• "Plot Armor" Buff: Allan can't die unless he allows it
"WTF is this" Allen choked up looking at the status of his panel.
Raviel giggled, leaning closer with a teasing glint in her eyes. "Come on, my dear husband~ This is a good thing! You're invincible now. Isn't that every man's dream?"
Allen rubbed his temples. "That's not the point! This is way too overkill! What happened to a balanced system? What's the fun if there's no challenge?"
Raviel pouted. "Allen, we are not in some tragic underdog story. There's no 'from zero to hero' nonsense here. We are just here to have fun."
Tiamat, who had been silently watching, nodded in agreement. "Master, you shouldn't worry. In this world, only the strong survive."
Allen sighed, shaking his head. "Fine, fine… Thanks for the gift, I guess. But—" He turned to Raviel, narrowing his eyes playfully. "Shouldn't I get a kiss as part of the package?"
Raviel's pout immediately turned into a pleased grin. "Oh? Claiming rewards already? I like it."
Without waiting, Allen leaned in and pressed a deep, lingering kiss to her lips. Raviel melted into it, her arms wrapping around his neck as she hummed in satisfaction.
When they finally pulled away, a soft voice spoke up.
"Master… does that mean I get a kiss too?"
she thought that she was also part of a package so she asked that..
Allen turned to see— Tiamat looking up at him with wide, expectant eyes.
He chuckled, reaching out to gently ruffle her silky turquoise hair. "Of course, Tia. Come here."
Tiamat leaned forward without hesitation, and Allen placed a tender kiss on her forehead. Why not on the lips? Well Allen thought he didn't need to rush to.., there would be time for that later.
The dragon goddess let out a pleased hum, her tail swaying behind her in delight.
Raviel let out a dramatic sigh. "Ufufu~ At this rate, Master, you're going to make all the goddesses in this world fall for you."
Allen shrugged, a grin tugging at his lips. "Not my fault if I'm irresistible."
Tiamat nodded, completely serious. "Master is very handsome…"
Raviel rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her amused smile. because she feels that Allen is too narcissistic.
"Isn't this great honey because now you are invincible. And what is the gridding from zero to hero? ~We are not the protagonist here and it's not in vain. We are just here to have fun." She said, But it seemed Allen didn't listen. And was busy teasing Tiamat.
Raviel stretched, letting out a dramatic sigh. "Alright, alright. Enough flirting for now. We should focus on getting to Atlantis."
Allen rolled his shoulders. "cough.. Yeah, we got sidetracked. Let's get going."
Then they continued their journey.
The road stretched before them, a vast landscape untouched by modern civilization. There are many Phantasmal species roaming around— and they seem to only be observing their group.
Though they could reach Atlantis in an instant, Allen chose to walk. There was something peaceful about the journey—the crunch of dirt beneath their feet, the distant cries of birds in the sky, the gentle breeze carrying the scent of the ocean.
Tiamat walked beside him, her long turquoise hair swaying with each step. She seemed content, her amethyst eyes quietly taking in the scenery. Raviel, on the other hand, walked a little ahead, occasionally glancing back at Allen with a knowing smile.
"You know," she said, folding her hands behind her back, "Husband, it looks like you are enjoying the journey by walking."
Allen shrugged. "It's not about the destination. It's about the experience."
Tiamat nodded in agreement. "Master is right. Traveling like this… it feels nice."
Raviel giggled. "Well, well~ who knew my husband was such a romantic?"
Allen glanced at her. "You're only realizing that now?"
She shot him a playful look but didn't respond. Instead, she turned her gaze forward. "Then I suppose we should enjoy this walk while it lasts. Atlantis isn't far now."
Allen took a deep breath, feeling the salty breeze against his skin. The journey had only just begun.
As they made their way to the harbor, the lively streets gradually gave way to the salty breeze of the sea. The scent of fresh fish, damp wood, and ocean air filled the atmosphere, blending with the chatter of merchants advertising their wares.
Allen walked casually, hands resting behind his head, while Raviel and Tiamat stayed close by his side. It was impossible for them to go unnoticed—after all, Allen was accompanied by two breathtakingly beautiful women, even though they hide their strength. But each radiating an aura that set them apart from ordinary mortals.
Passersby stole curious glances at the trio, their expressions ranging from admiration to quiet wariness. Though some men might have been tempted to approach, something about Allen's presence made them hesitate. It wasn't just his confident stride or his good looks—there was an unshakable air of authority around him, one that made it clear he wasn't someone to be trifled with.
But even more than Allen, it was the two women beside him that truly deterred any foolish thoughts. Raviel's ruby-red eyes held a knowing amusement, as if she was fully aware of the attention they were receiving but found it unworthy of her concern. Tiamat, on the other hand, remained expressionless, her amethyst eyes calm yet carrying an unexplainable pressure, as if she existed outside the realm of mortal understanding.
A few men whispered among themselves, debating whether Allen was some noble, a sorcerer, or perhaps even a demigod in disguise. But none were foolish enough to act on their curiosity.
Allen, of course, was completely unbothered by all of this.
"Looks like we're causing quite a stir," he said, glancing at Raviel.
"Of course, dear," she giggled. "Walking around with two divine beauties—did you expect anything less?"
Tiamat tilted her head. "Master is very noticeable," she said softly. "But that is natural."
Allen let out a small chuckle. "Well, as long as no one causes trouble, I don't mind the attention."
With that, they continued toward the harbor, ready to board a ship bound for Atlantis.
....
In the middle of the sea.
The ship glided across the ocean, cutting smoothly through the waves. Tiamat stood near the bow, her long turquoise hair flowing with the wind. Dressed in a simple blue gown, she looked at the sea with quiet admiration, her amethyst eyes reflecting the sunlight. The ocean stretched endlessly before her, and for a moment, she seemed lost in thought.
Allen stepped beside her, following her gaze. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"
Tiamat nodded softly, her fingers lightly brushing against the railing. "It reminds me of the seas I once knew... but different. Calmer."
He watched her for a moment before gently taking her hand. "Then I'll show you even more beautiful places."
Tiamat turned to him, eyes widening slightly at the warmth of his touch. Then, slowly, she smiled. "If it's with you, Master… I'd like that."
Behind them, Raviel stood quietly, her gaze lingering on the two of them. Unlike her usual playful remarks, she simply smiled, stepping forward to stand beside Allen. "You always know the right things to say," she murmured.
Allen glanced at her, noticing the way the wind played with the strands of her silver hair. Unlike Tiamat, who still carried an air of innocence, Raviel's gaze held something deeper—something knowing.
"Maybe," he admitted, giving her a slight squeeze on the hand before letting go. "Or maybe I just mean it."
Raviel chuckled softly, shaking her head. "That's what makes it unfair."
Tiamat, still holding onto his sleeve, looked between them before tightening her grip. "Master already has my devotion," she said quietly. Then, almost hesitantly, she added, "But… if others start claiming you too, I don't know how I'd feel about that."
Allen turned to her, surprised by the rare admission. "Tia, are you saying you'd get jealous?"
She looked away, cheeks slightly pink. "...I don't know what you mean."
Raviel watched her, then sighed. "Tiamat, you're too honest for your own good."
Tiamat only hummed softly, her tail curling around Allen's ankle.
Allen chuckled, brushing his thumb over the back of her hand. "You don't have to worry. No matter what happens, you'll always be special to me."
Tiamat seemed to relax at that, leaning slightly against him.
Raviel, watching the quiet moment, shook her head with a small smile. "Honestly… you have a way of making people want to stay by your side."
Allen didn't answer right away. Instead, he looked out at the vast ocean, feeling the warmth of the two women beside him. This was the first time he had felt such deep feelings of love.
It wasn't a bad feeling.
As the ship carried them toward Atlantis, the sea breeze whispered through the air, wrapping them in its quiet embrace.
....
The next morning.
The vast ocean stretched endlessly before him, its rolling waves shimmering under the golden light of the rising sun. The vast ocean stretched endlessly before him, its rolling waves glistening under the golden light of the rising sun that came in from the window of the ship's deck. Beside him were two beautiful women who hugged him tightly in bed. well they didn't do it they just slept normally last night, at least Allen wasn't a wild animal who only thought about sex for now.
Allen stood up and stood on the edge of the ship enjoying the sunrise, he studied the ship he was on, a vessel unlike anything made by human hands. Sleek, and highly sophisticated, the ship was a blend of divine engineering and magic, gliding effortlessly through the water. "Atlantean technology was impressive for its time," he mused, watching the way the ship cut through the waves. "But all of this will soon be gone."
In the distance, he can see the island of Atlantis emerged on the horizon. Towering spires of marble and orichalcum stretched toward the heavens, gleaming beneath the divine radiance of the Machine Gods. Unlike the crude stone settlements of early humanity, Atlantis stood as a testament to perfection—a city built by mortal hands with just a touch of divine craftsmanship, sustained by the unfathomable power of its rulers.
Allen took a slow breath, the salt-kissed breeze brushing against his skin. Even after everything he had seen in this world, the sight of Atlantis still stirred something within him.
"Not bad," he murmured. "For a place that's going to get obliterated in less than a year, at least they made it look nice."
Raviel came over to him, she chuckled, leaning casually against the railing. "You should enjoy the view while you can, Husban. Before long, you'll have more pressing matters to deal with~."
Allen arched an eyebrow. "Oh? Like what?"
Raviel smiled, but instead of answering, she simply looked ahead, amusement dancing in her crimson eyes.
Before he could press her further, another presence stirred behind him—soft yet powerful, gentle yet eternal.
"Allen-sama," Tiamat's voice was quiet, filled with warmth.
He turned to find her standing a step behind him, her long turquoise hair flowing with the breeze, amethyst eyes filled with quiet devotion.
"Shall I prepare anything for you upon our arrival?" she asked.
Allen considered it for a moment before grinning. "Nah, I don't think it's necessary. How about we go around the place later and try some of the food there?."
Tiamat gave a small nod, her usual serene expression tinged with the slightest hint of amusement.
Arrival in the City of the Gods.
The docks of Atlantis bustled with activity, though the workers weren't ordinary humans. Instead, construction crews moved about in sleek exoskeletons, their mechanical limbs enhancing their every motion. The suits were a blend of divine engineering and human craftsmanship, allowing men to lift impossible weights with ease.
Allen watched with interest, tilting his head. "Huh. So, basically Iron Man suits but ancient?" He rubbed his chin. "Not bad. Give it a few centuries, and humanity might actually invent Wi-Fi."
Raviel chuckled beside him, adjusting the hem of her elegant dress. "Dear, you say that like you're not omnipotent. If you wanted, you could give them smartphones right now."
Allen shot her a look. "And ruin the aesthetic? Please. I have standards."
Tiamat, ever the devoted wife, simply smiled at their banter.
Allen stretched his arms, taking in the grand sight of Atlantis. Towering spires of marble and orichalcum gleamed under the golden light, their surfaces impossibly smooth, untouched by time or wear. Bridges stretched over flowing canals, and divine energy pulsed beneath the city, a living current of power.
"Eh, might as well take a look around," Allen said. "Who knows? Maybe I'll find a nice souvenir before we accidentally trigger some divine drama."
Raviel's eyes twinkled. "Oh, I have a feeling you'll attract divine attention no matter what, dear."
Allen grinned. "Then I better make a good first impression."
He strolled forward with an easy confidence, hands in his pockets. Tiamat followed at his side, her tail swaying behind her as she held onto his arm. Raviel walked just a step behind, the perfect image of a devoted wife watching over her husband.
For a while, Allen simply enjoyed the sights. He stopped by a merchant stall, examining fruits that shimmered with an unnatural glow. "Alright, these either give me super strength or explosive diarrhea. I like the gamble." He tossed a coin to the vendor and took a bite.
Raviel sighed. "Master, please—"
Allen froze mid-bite, his eyes widening. "Oh… Oh, this is amazing."
Tiamat, curious, took a piece as well. She chewed, her eyes lighting up. "Master… I think I love this."
Allen grinned. "See? Worst case, we die together. Best case, we come back for more."
Allen countinue strolled through the vibrant streets of Atlantis, flanked by Raviel and Tiamat. The city's beauty was undeniable—smooth, polished streets made of shimmering stone, towering buildings infused with divine energy, and intricate waterways that seemed to defy gravity, flowing through the air in suspended channels.
"Alright, gotta admit," Allen said, hands in his pockets, "the gods really went all out on the architecture. It's like they hired the best designers in the world and told them, 'Make it look unnecessarily cool.'"
Raviel chuckled, adjusting a strand of her silver hair. "Atlantis is meant to be the pinnacle of human civilization, dear. A divine masterpiece."
Tiamat, walking close to his side, gently tugged on his sleeve. "Master, would you like to try some of the local food?"
His eyes lit up. "You know what? Yeah, let's see what god-tier cuisine tastes like."
They approached a food stall where a merchant stood behind a floating metal grill, flipping skewers of glowing meat. The air was rich with spices, and Allen felt his mouth water just from the scent.
"What's this?" he asked, pointing at the meat.
The vendor, a burly man wearing robes embroidered with gold, smiled. "Atlantean Flamebeast. Hunted in the wilds beyond the city and cooked with divine fire."
Allen snapped his fingers. "Say no more. Give me three."
The vendor handed him the skewers, and Allen took a bite. His eyes widened as a burst of flavor hit his tongue—a perfect blend of smoky heat and savory richness, like the best barbecue he'd ever had but enhanced tenfold.
"Alright," he admitted, chewing happily, "if this is how the gods eat, maybe they have a point."
Tiamat, watching him enjoy his meal. Her eyes widened in delight. "Master… this is wonderful!"
Raviel, ever elegant, took a delicate bite and nodded approvingly. "A refined taste indeed. Though, of course, nothing compares to my cooking~."
Allen grinned. "Oh? Guess I'll need a taste test later, then."
She smiled, warmth in her gaze. "I'll make something special just for you."
They wandered through the city, Allen casually sampling food, teasing Tiamat when she got a little too excited over sweet pastries, and shamelessly flirting with Raviel, who met his antics with amused affection. Right now, Atlantis was a paradise—untouched, unbroken, and perfect. The future could wait.
Allen soaked it all in, fully aware that, high above in the Olympians' grand temples, divine eyes had locked onto him. Gods, goddesses—whatever. He knew they were watching, but until they actually did something, he couldn't be bothered to care.
For now, he had good food, good company, and an entire legendary city to enjoy.
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