Inside the black hole.
In a lavish, resplendent palace.
Dior dug his way out of a pile of stocking-clad women and finally found a purple-haired youth.
The youth wasn't wearing much either.
He lounged amidst the heap of women, and everything his hands toyed with… was a woman.
The women cooed and squealed sweetly.
The youth was quite busy, but when he finally finished, he reached toward the tray a nearby maid was holding and took a drink.
The women fed him a long, rod-shaped snack that looked very strange to Dior.
He ate, occasionally teasing the women and provoking their playful protests.
The whole thing was a scene of decadent, wanton indulgence.
Every time Dior saw it, he could barely stand to look straight at it.
What he really couldn't understand was why this human, whose power was even greater than his own, would let himself go like this.
Not only did he not care about conquering the world, he didn't even care about their plan to conquer worlds.
Yet despite that, his power was absurdly strong—so strong that even if Dior went all out, he still couldn't compete.
So whenever he dealt with this man, Dior was especially cautious.
But because of his own pride, he was never willing to grovel in front of him.
Fortunately, the man didn't care in the slightest.
All he cared about was women, women, and more women.
And if there was anything else he cared about more than that—
It would be even prettier women.
Once Dior understood that weakness, he'd tried to exploit it.
Presenting him with women, then slowly sidelining him, hollowing out his authority.
Using his power to make him work for Dior.
But this man was extremely cautious and knew an absurd amount.
Whatever Dior wanted to do, he saw through it perfectly.
Even Dior's ambitions to seize power—he saw those clearly too.
Yet he still never moved against Dior.
That baffled Dior, and made him even harder to read.
"Lailian, the teleport coordinates need to be adjusted."
"Holy shit, you can actually use this thing to do that?! Come on, try it, try it."
The youth, Lailian, hadn't heard a word Dior said, totally focused on talking to the little sister curled in his arms.
"Yes, Your Majesty the King."
"Ohhh!! Sick!!!"
Lailian clapped, pushing the other women aside so he could focus on watching.
Dior was getting impatient, but he still didn't dare interrupt him and could only wait.
At last, when Lailian got bored and finally noticed Dior, Dior glanced at the tattoos on his body and sneered inwardly.
"The Source of the World got away. We need to locate him immediately."
"Oh." Lailian scratched his head. "So where is he?"
"I don't know. That's why I want you to find him."
"Me?"
"Yes."
"Me?"
"?"
"And where exactly am I supposed to look?!"
"Can't you see everything that's happened around the world and across different timelines?"
"That's true, but it takes time! You think I've got nothing better to do?"
"…"
"Come find me again when you've narrowed it down. I don't have time to sit here arguing about this."
"But! The Source of the World—"
"Take your time. It's not like it's urgent."
Lailian grinned, then suddenly seemed to remember something.
Clapping his hands, he summoned a soldier.
The armored soldier knelt before him, ready to receive his orders.
"Hey, go find me a few dark-skinned girls. I just realized I've never played with any dark-skinned lolis."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
The soldier accepted the order and backed away.
Dior watched the soldier leave.
At that moment, Lailian finally got serious and looked up at Dior.
"Hey, you—whatever your name is. Have you found Ken Kaneki from the ghoul world yet?"
"Thanks to your friend, he slipped away."
"Hm? Tatsumi? Wasn't he…"
"After you defeated him, he did reform, and I planted a Flesh Bud in him to control him. But somehow he broke free of it, and even carried Ken Kaneki inside his body before passing him on to his own son—Roger Eikam."
Hearing this, Lailian's expression shifted.
It was always like this—every time Tatsumi came up, Lailian's mood went strange.
"That idiot… He's still being naïve, huh…" Lailian sighed, then seemed to think it through and gave a cold little chuckle. "Forget it. Kill him, Dior."
"He's already dead," Dior said. "But before he died, he sent his son inside the Walls. The boy has already seized the Source of the World in the Titan world. Ken Kaneki is inside him as well."
"The Titan world? Oh~ so you've already gone into the Attack on Titan world?"
"…Can you care about the important part for once?"
"Haha, sorry, sorry," Lailian laughed. "I know that world. It's… uh, by Hajime Isayama… Oh, right, you don't get what I'm saying."
"No. Since I know where you came from, I can understand most of what you're talking about. Compared to my world, you're basically talking about a future level of technological development, right?"
"Huh? When you put it that way… I guess it kind of makes sense. But, how should I put it… from my world's perspective, you guys are all fake. I never thought you'd actually exist. To be honest, in our world you're all just 'paper people.'"
"Paper…"
"As in, two-dimensional characters. You're not supposed to exist."
"But I clearly do exist."
"That's why this whole JO thing is insane!" Lailian said. "If I could go back to my original world, I'd totally brag about it to my classmates."
"…" Dior frowned. "What you brag about to your friends is your business. Right now our top priority is finding the Source of the World."
"Yeah, yeah, I got it—the Attack on Titan world." Lailian yawned, waved for the women to leave and get dressed.
The women left reluctantly.
Dior had totally ruined their fun.
Lailian stretched out his hand and drew a circle in the air before him.
With a boom, a black hole opened, filled with countless colorful worlds and raging temporal currents.
"If I remember right, the protagonist of the Titan world is called Eren Yeager, yeah?" Lailian muttered, starting to search for Eren within the black hole.
But Dior shook his head.
"Eren is already dead."
"Huh?" Lailian froze. "It's already over? Chairman Eren's dead? Fuck, another botched ending?"
"What? No. Eren willingly gave up the Founding Power and passed it to Tatsumi's son."
"His son? Willingly? Why?"
"No idea." Dior folded his arms. "Maybe he foresaw something. I told you before, the Attack Titan's power is a pain to deal with."
"Heh, whatever. Just tell me the name of Tatsumi's son."
"Roger Eikam."
"Roger, huh." Lailian smiled darkly. "You can't just go around messing with the plot, little native."
As he said that, he reached his hand into one of the brilliantly colored worlds.
That world's name was—
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League of Legends!
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