"This is basically an unbreakable golden spear technique combined with dual-cultivation harvest—way more useful to me than any other power-up. The Lord truly provides generously. Legends say the Son Himself conquered countless pure souls before ascending... guess it's real after all."
"Though We cannot give you artifacts from this realm, behold this Ring of Faith. I forged it over centuries of divine labor. Within it lies an inner dimension. Once your soul grows strong enough—or once you shatter the false faith binding those anime realms—the redirected belief of the lost souls can help you tear open portals even there."
The central figure, radiant in pure white light (the Father), produced an ancient-looking ring seemingly from thin air and sent it merging into Daniel's soul. The ring featured a coiled golden serpent motif—not serpentine in evil, but majestic and protective, clearly no ordinary trinket.
Daniel felt his soul bond instantly with the ring. Probing inside, he sensed a small pocket space a few meters across, shrouded in misty borders beyond his weak soul's reach. But he knew better—this thing had to be vast. When the Triune God hands you something, it's not junk.
"One last thing... Lord, could You watch over my sister and mom while I'm gone? If I vanish, they'll be heartbroken."
Daniel grinned sheepishly.
"Fear not. While your soul journeys through those false worlds, time in this creation stands still. Should you return safely, you will reunite with your family as though no time has passed."
The Father spoke calmly.
"Perfect! Then I'm ready anytime. First anime world I want to hit: the hottest one right now—One Piece. I want my soul to possess Luffy!"
The thought of becoming Luffy, freely claiming beauties like the Empress Hancock, Makino, Nami, Robin, and more sent shivers of excitement through him. And Luffy's rubber powers? Absolute goddess-conquering cheat code!
The three radiant presences nodded solemnly. That particular anime—"One Piece"—had already siphoned nearly half the faith that should belong to the true God.
"Prepare yourself. With Our combined power, We shall hurl your soul into the body of the one called Luffy."
Without the Trinity's intervention, a mere mortal soul like Daniel's had zero chance of overriding an anime character's essence—he'd be devoured instead.
Though their faces remained veiled in glory, Daniel sensed the shift to utmost gravity. In an instant, blinding light erupted from the three figures, shaking the very fabric of the Garden around them.
"Open!"
They shouted in perfect unison, channeling power capable of unmaking worlds. Their hands thrust forward, converging three beams of pure divine radiance.
Miraculously, no cataclysmic explosion followed. Instead, the lights pierced reality like a needle through fabric. A pitch-black circular portal yawned open right before Daniel.
"Go!"
With their remaining strength, the Trinity enveloped Daniel's soul and flung him into the void. No time to react—he was seized by overwhelming force, spinning wildly through chaos.
The vertigo hit like the wildest rollercoaster ever—eyes squeezed shut against the darkness. No gravity, no orientation, blood rushing everywhere or nowhere. Only the golden cocoon of divine energy kept him conscious.
"Insufficient strength—the trajectory has veered off by several vectors!"
The Father's form rippled with concern.
"No choice now. We can only pray he survives."
The Holy Spirit's voice carried regret. Their coordination was flawless, yet crossing realms distorted everything under alien laws.
"Man plans, God decides. Sending him at all is victory enough. May he endure."
The Son murmured.
None of them doubted Daniel could disrupt those worlds. A single living soul flapping like a butterfly could stir hurricanes across oceans—how much more a man with free will?
Meanwhile, in the Digital World...
Sunset painted the sky over the vast Server Continent. A golden comet streaked across the heavens like a falling star, slamming straight into the heart of Dark City—the shadowy fortress ruled by the vampire lord Myotismon. The beam pierced the castle's deepest chamber, straight into his ornate black coffin.
Night turned to blinding day. A second sun erupted, bathing the entire Digital World in holy radiance. Every Digimon froze in terror, staring at the pillar of light that seemed to split heaven itself.
Myotismon, the elegant Undead king dressed in aristocratic finery—pale skin, bat-winged cape, crimson eyes behind his mask—had just begun stirring for his nocturnal hunt. The golden light engulfed him before he could fully emerge.
Light—his hated bane. And this light carried divine, sacred power that burned his very data to the core.
"Aaaargh! Who dares?!"
He screamed in agony as his soul began dissolving under the overwhelming holiness. No resistance rose within him. Too terrifying. Even the mightiest dark forces would crumble to ash before this.
"Myotismon-sama! Myotismon-sama!"
As the glow faded, his loyal minion DemiDevimon finally dared approach the chamber. Light was lethal to virus-types like him too. Not far behind trailed a pure-white Angewomon, hesitant but drawn by the anomaly...
How long did the transit last? Minutes? Hours? Daniel lost all sense of space and time. Nausea built unbearably. Crossing dimensions was too much for an ordinary soul.
Just as he thought he'd puke his essence out, warmth enveloped him. The disorienting chaos vanished. The binding force released. Control returned—slowly, he could feel a body again.
Human soul fused gradually with digital data. No one could predict what monstrous potential this hybrid would unlock.
"Mm... Did I make it?"