"If we pass it down starting from our generation, it'll become a legacy in a hundred years!"
DanMachi Hajime answered as if it were obvious.
"My cooking is so good, I opened a stall in Orario's busiest district—and it was a hit. You guys having this skill just means you'll eat well from now on."
"To be fair, that's true."
Red-and-white uniform Hajime thought about the fried rice skills he'd just acquired and nodded.
"I used to just eat from the cafeteria or order takeout. Now I can whip up fried rice myself."
But the Hajime in modern attire noticed something off.
"Wait... did you say Orario just now?"
His eyes lit up.
"Are you saying... you transmigrated into that Orario from Dungeon World?"
"Exactly."
DanMachi Hajime nodded and added:
"If I'm right, you both should now have the Falna, the blessing of the gods."
Compared to cooking skills, the Falna was the real deal in the DanMachi world.
Since Hajime hadn't actually gone dungeon diving, his stats hadn't improved—so the other two hadn't noticed the blessing yet.
"The Falna... if I remember correctly, it's a power created by the gods to draw out the potential inside living beings."
Red-and-white uniform Hajime analyzed with a thoughtful expression.
"It doesn't directly grant strength, but lets you level up by defeating monsters and gaining experience. It's a really convenient system."
"The only downside is that the Falna has to be updated by a god to convert the stored experience into power. So no matter how many fights we win or how much we grow, it won't mean anything until a god does the update."
"That is a problem."
Modern Hajime nodded, then offered a new idea.
"But... maybe not a bad one."
"Because we can share power, there's a chance we can also share stored experience."
"If that's the case, then all we need to do is meet up again, pool all our experience into Dungeon Hajime, let him get updated by his god, and then share the boosted stats back with us."
"This way, even if it's a bit roundabout, all our combat efforts across worlds won't be wasted and can be turned into raw power."
He was proposing something simple but clever.
Since each version of Hajime had different experiences and gained different types of progress, pooling that experience could become insanely powerful.
Hearing this, Dungeon Hajime's eyes lit up.
"That makes so much sense! It's basically like cheating with shadow clones."
"With the experience of three people in one body, I could hit Level 2 without even lifting a finger!"
And as more versions of him arrived in the future, the faster his growth would become.
Eventually, he could just level up by doing nothing.
The other two Hajimes exchanged a glance and chuckled.
"That's a small vision, my friend."
Modern Hajime raised a finger and wagged it with a mysterious smile.
"Level 2? That's child's play. If our plan works, even Level 9 or 10 is possible."
Red-and-white Hajime nodded in agreement.
"Level... 10?"
Dungeon Hajime was stunned.
The strongest adventurer in Orario was only Level 7, and that was a singular exception.
No one had ever reached Level 9 or 10.
The gods themselves speculated that a Level 9 adventurer could wield power on par with a deity.
And now these alternate versions of himself casually talked about reaching that level.
But Hajime didn't doubt it for a second.
These were all versions of him from across the multiverse.
While godlike power might be rare in Orario, in the vast multiverse? It was nothing special.
To rank in the infinite dimensions, you needed at least multiversal or even higher-tier strength.
And so, he asked curiously:
"So what's this big plan you're talking about? Teach me, senpai!"
"Ahem."
Red-and-white Hajime cleared his throat and said seriously:
"Before we talk plans, let's first introduce our worlds. That'll make everything clearer."
"Good point."
Dungeon Hajime nodded. He realized he still didn't know where the other two had ended up.
"I've already explained—my world is Orario from DanMachi. What about you guys?"
"I'll go first."
Red-and-white Hajime put on his helmet and struck a pose.
"Chief strategist of the Victory Team, Hajime Sakamoto—reporting for duty!"
"Victory Team?"
Dungeon Hajime blinked, confused at first, then looked shocked.
"You mean from Ultraman Tiga?! You transmigrated into the Ultraman universe?!"
No wonder that uniform looked familiar!
"Exactly."
Tiga Hajime nodded.
"After realizing I was in the Ultraman world, I knew being a regular person was way too dangerous. So I studied ancient civilizations hard, graduated early with a PhD, and got recruited into the Victory Team."
"Time-wise, I'm one of the original members—a veteran now!"
At that, Modern Hajime scoffed.
"Still just a regular person though."
Tiga Hajime just spread his hands helplessly.
"I don't have some ultra-ancient warrior gene or a Light transformation or anything. Of course I can't become Ultraman."
"What am I supposed to do, turn into a kaiju instead?"
"And besides—aren't you just a regular person too?"
He looked straight at Modern Hajime with a deadpan expression.