What is this Dimensional Chat???

Satria Mansion

Kuoh, Japan

Satria was in high spirits after his successful date with Koneko. Now, he found himself relaxing by the pool, gazing at the moon's gentle reflection on the water. He decided to unwind further by pulling out a simple toy from his inventory—a pair of lato-lato (clackers). The rhythmic clacking sound echoed in the tranquil night as he played with it enthusiastically.

That was until a voice rang out from inside the mansion.

"Danna-sama! Please don't be too loud when playing with your toys," Kiyohime called out, her tone a mix of reprimand and affection.

Satria stopped mid-clack, sulking. "Okay, Mom," he muttered, clacking the toy slower. "Not fun anymore."

Fatalis chimed in, her teasing voice breaking the silence. "Why not cheer yourself up by opening the mission rewards? Maybe you'll get something fun to play with."

Satria's mood instantly lifted. "Nice idea! Let's do it!"

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[Opening Surprise Box]

Congratulations! You received the tutorial book for the three forms of Haki!

Description: Contains detailed instructions on mastering the three types of Haki:

Haoshoku Haki (Conqueror's Haki): The power to dominate the wills of others.

Busoshoku Haki (Armament Haki): The ability to manifest invisible armor or enhance physical attacks.

Kenbunshoku Haki (Observation Haki): The skill to sense intent, emotions, and predict movements.

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Satria's eyes widened. "Whoa, Haki?! This is good! Watch out, world, the honorable Satria is set to take the world by storm."

Satria sat cross-legged under the moonlight, flipping through the Haki Tutorial Book. With the help of his Speed-Force, he absorbed the contents at light speed, each word embedding itself firmly in his mind. In no time, he had mastered the theoretical knowledge of all three forms of Haki.

Closing the book with a satisfied grin, he stretched his arms. "Alright, Fatalis, ready to witness greatness?"

Fatalis sighed. "What are you planning this time, Satria?"

With a mischievous glint in his eye, he reached for his lato-lato. "Behold! The ultimate fusion of tradition and power—Haki-infused Lato-Lato! Watch and tremble before my secret weapon!"

Covering the toy in a faint sheen of Busoshoku Haki, he began playing with it at a blinding speed. The clacking sound echoed loudly as the balls collided with each other, vibrating with incredible force.

Fatalis, unimpressed, muttered, "This... this is what you came up with after reading Haki for Dummies?" 

"What do you think about my New Ultimate Techniques?" Satria ignored her and sped up, the lato-lato becoming a blur in his hands. "Prepare to witness history—AAARGHHH!"

The balls ricocheted and slammed into his jaw with tremendous force.

"Jancok!!! Sakit banget, asu!" Satria yelped, clutching his face in pain. His grand demonstration had backfired spectacularly.

Fatalis couldn't hold back her laughter. "I think... you're an idiot. A very loud one."

Before Satria could respond, Kiyohime's voice rang out from inside the mansion.

"Danna-sama!!! You're being too noisy again! Stop playing with that ridiculous toy, or I'll confiscate it!"

Satria froze, a bead of sweat running down his temple. "Uh... yes, dear! I'll stop!"

Fatalis burst into even louder laughter. "Hahaha... Kapok diomelin! Serves you right for trying to turn a kid's toy into a weapon!"

Still rubbing his sore jaw, Satria muttered, "Hmph... genius is never appreciated in its time, Next."

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[Opening Surprise Box 2]

Congratulations! You received the Ope-Ope no Mi!

Description: A Paramecia-type Devil Fruit granting the user the ability to create a spherical forcefield called "Room," within which they can freely manipulate objects, people, and even anatomy as if performing surgery.

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Satria let out a loud laugh, his excitement echoing under the night sky. "Ope-Ope no Mi?! Oh, this is going to be so much fun!"

Fatalis groaned, already dreading where this was going. "Let me guess—you're not going to use it for its intended medical purposes, are you? Instead, you'll prank people left and right, won't you?"

Satria shrugged with a mischievous grin. "What can I say? My healing powers are already OP. I don't really need it for that. But pranks? Oh, the pranks I could pull! Imagine swapping someone's arms with their legs for a day!"

Fatalis facepalmed. "You are a menace. A literal menace to society. You were given one of the most powerful tools for doctors in existence, and your first thought is to use it for comedy."

Satria chuckled. "Relax! I'm just kidding. Maybe. Besides, I've been thinking… maybe I'll swing by a university and learn some real medical knowledge. I could be a world-class surgeon in no time."

Fatalis raised an eyebrow. "You? In a classroom, actually studying? I'll believe it when I see it."

"Hey, I can be serious when I want to!" Satria retorted, crossing his arms. "Think about it, Fatalis. With this fruit and proper training, I could revolutionize medicine. Imagine curing incurable diseases or performing surgeries that no one else can. I could save countless lives!"

Fatalis tilted her head, her tone softening slightly. "Alright, that actually sounds... admirable. But knowing you, I won't hold my breath for the 'serious doctor' arc just yet."

Satria laughed again, twirling the Devil Fruit in his hand. "We'll see, Fatalis. We'll see. For now, let's just say I'll use it responsibly… mostly."

Fatalis sighed. "Yes, yes, now open the last reward."

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Spin1#: You received a Vaporeon costume!

Description: This luxurious onesie is unmatched in quality and design, featuring rich colors, thick fabric, and professional stitching. Perfect for relaxation or cosplay.

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Satria held up the Vaporeon costume with a gleam in his eyes. "Wow! I hit the jackpot!" Without hesitation, he slipped into the costume and struck a dramatic pose. The sight of him, a grown man in a snug Vaporeon onesie, was both comical and oddly endearing.

"Fatalis..." His voice dropped to a deep, almost regal tone.

"Ye-Yes?" Fatalis stammered, startled. Whenever Satria used that tone, it usually meant he was about to declare something serious or ridiculous.

He turned to her with an intensity that could rival the most serious of warriors. "I have realized... my true dream."

"Your… dream? What is it this time?" Fatalis tilted her head, bracing herself for the inevitable absurdity.

"My dream is to become the God of Vaporeon!!!" Satria proclaimed with the conviction of a man unveiling the meaning of life.

The entire house froze.

"What the actual—?!" Fatalis's jaw dropped. "I knew you were an idiot, but this is a whole new level! The God of Vaporeon? What does that even mean?!"

Valiana peeked from the doorway, her face as red as a tomato. She looked at her husband, standing there proudly in the ridiculous costume, and covered her face with both hands. "What kind of dream is that?! You're so embarrassing, idiot hubby!"

Albion, the dragon bound to Valiana, was roaring with laughter inside her mind. "Hahaha! Valiana, this is your mate! Truly, he surpasses all I've seen in my long existence. A true anomaly among men!"

Kiyohime appeared in the doorway, rubbing her temples. She took one look at Satria, sighed heavily, and shook her head. "Danna-sama, you're absolutely hopeless. How am I supposed to defend you when you act like this?"

Satria puffed up his chest, completely unbothered by the criticism. "You don't understand the majesty of this dream! Boo!!!"

Fatalis sighed, finally resigning herself to her fate. "You know what? Sure. Go ahead. Become the God of Vaporeon. But don't come crying to us when you get banned from public places for being too weird."

Satria gave a thumbs-up, the Vaporeon tail swaying behind him. "You'll all see one day. Mark my words: this dream is going to change the world!"

•

Satria wandered the quiet streets, enjoying the crisp night air and the solitude. He had left his home for a night walk, seeking a peaceful spot to smoke and collect his thoughts.

'I wonder how Clint managed to craft the Dragon Armor so quickly,' he mused, checking the Dimensional Chat. His balance showed 77,500 coins.

'Just 2,500 more coins to go before I can unlock the Legend Form. No rush—things are calm for now.'

Lost in thought, his footsteps slowed as he noticed a girl sitting alone on the side of the road.

The girl had an air of melancholy, her posture slumped as she hugged her knees. She appeared to be a high school student. Satria approached cautiously, his tone gentle. "Hey, you okay? A kid like you shouldn't be out here all alone this late. It's dangerous."

The girl looked up, offering a small smile. "The last train already left. I've got no way to get home."

Satria raised an eyebrow. "So you're just planning to sit here all night? That's not smart. What's your name?"

"Sayu Ogiwara," she replied softly, then hesitated before adding with a playful smile, "How about you let me stay at your place, Onii-san?"

Satria blinked, taken aback. "Seriously? You're not even worried I might do something to you if I take you home?"

Sayu stood, her cheeks flushing. "I... I wouldn't mind, actually. You're handsome, and you seem kind."

Satria sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. While he could sense there was more to her story, this kind of behavior worried him. He could only imagine what had driven her to act so recklessly.

"Listen," he said firmly, "you shouldn't throw yourself at strangers like that. It's not safe, and it's not right. Treasure yourself more."

Sayu's playful demeanor faltered. "I don't really have a choice right now," she mumbled, looking away.

Satria frowned, feeling a mix of pity and frustration. "Look, I'm not taking you home, but here's some money." He handed her enough cash to last a week in Japan. "Use this to find a hotel or an internet café for tonight."

Sayu's eyes widened. "Are you sure? I don't want to take your money for nothing. I could help you with house chores or something..."

Satria shook his head. "Sorry, but I'd rather not end up in trouble with my wife or anyone else. You're young, and you've got value beyond this situation. Start acting like it, alright?"

Before she could respond, Satria's form blurred with a gust of wind. In an instant, he had transported her near a nearby hotel with his super speed, leaving her standing there alone.

"Wait!" Sayu called out, spinning around. "Where did you—?"

But Satria was gone, leaving nothing but the memory of his words and the crisp night air.

Sayu clutched the money tightly, her heart a mix of gratitude and bewilderment. "Who was that guy...?" she murmured, her gaze lingering on the empty street.

•

Satria leaned against a bench in the dimly lit park, the glow of his cigarette faintly illuminating his face. He exhaled a thin plume of smoke, his senses on high alert. He had noticed someone trailing him ever since he met Sayu on the road.

With a smirk, he pulled out the odd-looking fruit he had recently acquired. It was grotesque, its surface covered in swirling patterns, and it emitted an otherworldly aura. "Time to test this thing out," he muttered, taking a bite.

"Ew... disgusting," he grimaced, swallowing the bitter morsel. Feeling the surge of energy coursing through him, he extended his hand. "Room!"

A shimmering blue sphere expanded around him, encompassing the park. Satria focused on a nearby stone, lifting it with ease.

"Shambles!"

In an instant, the stone was replaced with the person who had been following him. A young woman appeared before him, landing gracefully within the sphere. She wore a gothic black dress, her twin-tailed hair swaying slightly. Her crimson eyes glowed faintly, though one was obscured by her bangs.

"Ara~ Once again, you surprise me, Satria-kun," she said with a sly smile, brushing a strand of hair aside.

Satria raised an eyebrow, unamused. "Kurumi... What do you want? Why are you in my world?"

Kurumi giggled, her voice laced with teasing malice. "To meet you, of course. Have you forgotten your promise to help me?"

Satria pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to recall. "...Oh yeah, I remember now. You wanted to use your powers without draining your boyfriend... What was his name again? Shomay Kusuka?"

Kurumi's expression darkened. "It's Shidou Itsuka, and he's NOT my boyfriend!" she snapped, though her reddening cheeks betrayed her flustered state.

Satria tilted his head, exhaling smoke from his cigarette. "Shidou will be disappointed to hear that. I thought you were part of his harem." His voice carried genuine confusion.

Kurumi huffed, crossing her arms. "I am not part of his harem! My clone may harbor feelings for him, but I certainly don't!" she insisted, though her tone faltered slightly. "Can we focus on my problem instead of this nonsense?"

Satria smirked, flicking ash from his cigarette. "Alright, alright. You want to travel back in time to change the future, right? Do you have any idea what kind of consequences you're playing with?"

Kurumi's playful expression darkened, her tone filled with fury. "It doesn't matter. I'll kill that woman, no matter the cost, and prevent all spirits from ever existing in my world!"

Satria narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms. "Are you absolutely sure about that? Are you strong enough to pull it off? And more importantly, are you certain your will is truly yours and not something she's orchestrated?"

Kurumi's confident facade cracked. She hesitated, her mind racing as Satria's words struck a nerve.

'Played by her scheme? No... My will is my own! I'm not some doll she can manipulate!' she thought, her fists clenching.

Satria caught her reaction and sighed, flicking the cigarette away. "Your expression says it all. You don't like hearing the truth, do you? Even if you succeed in traveling back, you'll only create another timeline. There's no guarantee you'll win against her, and there's no guarantee you'll fix anything. Let me tell you a story."

Kurumi raised an eyebrow but stayed silent, curious.

"There was once a guy who had the ability you want. He went back to save his mother from dying. And guess what?" Satria leaned forward, staring directly into her eyes.

Kurumi shook her head. "What happened?"

"He saved her, but in doing so, he made the world far worse than before. The timeline where his mother lived? Destroyed. Everyone else? Worse off than they'd ever been. That's what happens when you mess with time."

Kurumi's hands trembled slightly, her determination wavering. Satria's words cut deep, planting seeds of doubt.

"I know you're not a bad person, Kurumi," Satria said, his tone softer. "But your trauma is driving you to act like the lunatic. You're letting it control you." 

Kurumi's lips tightened, her voice trembling with anger and sorrow. "Then... what should I do? How can I just let it go? That selfish bitch destroyed everything! Because of her, my friend Sawa is dead!" Her wrath spilled over, tears forming in her eyes.

Satria frowned and, without warning, lightly chopped her head with his hand.

"Ow! That hurt, Satria-kun!" Kurumi protested, rubbing her head.

"Calm down," Satria said, his voice firm but not unkind. "Didn't I tell you already? Your friend is still alive. Not in your world, but she's out there."

Kurumi's eyes widened in shock. "What? Are you serious? Where is she now?!"

Satria scratched his chin, feigning deep thought. "Hmm, where did I put that information...?"

"Fatalis, help me out here!" he called out, clearly in a state of mild panic.

"Good grief, you're such a mess sometimes," Fatalis replied, but her voice was tinged with amusement. "Alright, hold on." After a brief pause, she sent him the data he needed.

Satria's eyes lit up. "Ah, I remember now! The key words are 'Neighboring World' and 'White Queen'!" he exclaimed.

Kurumi, still unsure, raised an eyebrow. "What are these 'Neighboring World' and 'White Queen'? I don't get it."

Satria smirked. "That's a story for another time, when I'm in the mood. For now, do your best to motivate me to help you, 'Emo Queen.'" He teased, adding a lighthearted edge to the conversation.

Kurumi's playful grin stretched wider. "Ara~ So, is that a challenge to conquer you and make you mine, Satria-kun? You're much more fun and interesting than him, now that I think about it." She inched closer, her tone teasing and flirty

Satria blinked, taken aback by her sudden approach. "Huh? Conquer me? How did we go from time travel to that? Look, if you want me, you should talk to her first. I really don't want to die young."

Kurumi paused, clearly intrigued. "So... It's true you have a girlfriend?"

Satria sighed dramatically. "Yeah, I have three girlfriends. Sorry to disappoint you." He gave her a pointed look. "And if you're thinking of joining the club, you'd better reconsider. This kind of relationship isn't for everyone."

Kurumi looked deep in thought, her gaze flicking between Satria and the ground. "Three girlfriends?" she pondered. "He's unfaithful... But... a man this strong, who's clearly scared of his girlfriends? That's strangely... cute."

"I want to test something," Kurumi said, her voice low and teasing.

"Huh? Test what?" Satria raised an eyebrow, intrigued but cautious.

Kurumi reached up, gently stroking her finger under his chin, watching the effect it had on him.

"Ara~ Do you like that, Satria-kun?" she asked, her voice playful.

Satria's eyes fluttered for a moment, caught off guard by the sensation. "Yep~ that's the spot," he muttered in contentment—before snapping back to his senses. "What are you doing to me?! Don't touch me, damn you!" He quickly swatted her hand away.

Internally, Kurumi smiled to herself. "How precious. He's enjoying this way too much. I'll have to poke fun at him more."

"No need to be embarrassed, Satria-kun," Kurumi purred, leaning closer. "I just wanted to test something. Unless..." She whispered seductively in his ear. "You beg me for more of it."

Satria recoiled at her words, his pride flaring. "Beg? I never beg! My name is Satria the Honored One! I never show weakness, especially not to you, Evil Spirit!" he declared dramatically.

(10 minutes later…)

Kurumi gently patted his head, a mischievous grin on her face. "There... there... Who's the good boy now?"

"Hehe... Yes~ love me more," Satria purred in satisfaction, his eyes half-closed in bliss, until he noticed she'd stopped. "Why did you stop?" he asked, his voice soft and needy.

Kurumi leaned in closer, her eyes glinting with mischief. "You need to ask me first, my dear puppy. Go on."

Satria hesitated, his cheeks turning a shade of pink. "I... I want you to... do it again," he mumbled, hiding his face behind his hand, embarrassed.

Kurumi let out a soft chuckle. "Stupid Satria, 'Honored One,' my ass." Fatalis' exasperated voice echoed from his mind.

Kurumi, however, was not phased. She pressed him even further, wrapping her arms around him, pulling him close. "Too cute," she cooed. "I want to kidnap you and make you mine, Satria-kun." She caressed his cheek softly, her forehead resting against his. "How about it? Don't worry. I promise to take care of everything you need. Be mine and forget about the others."

Satria, now fully aware of where this was going, pushed her away, his tone serious. "Don't get carried away, lady. I already promised to never leave my girls, no matter what. Sorry, but I must refuse." His voice was firm, though a slight blush still lingered on his cheeks.

Kurumi didn't seem upset by his rejection. Instead, she looked pleased, as if he had passed some sort of unspoken test. "Good boy," she purred, standing up. She leaned down and kissed his forehead gently. "You pass my test."

"Pass? What do you mean by that?" Satria furrowed his brows, still trying to understand Kurumi's cryptic words.

Kurumi's eyes glinted darkly as she stepped closer. "You see, I hate betrayers like that woman. But you? You're loyal to the ones you love. If you accepted my offer and left them... I might even consider eating you right now." Her shadow stretched beneath him, the ground beneath his feet beginning to darken ominously.

Satria smirked, unfazed. "Hmph! Something like that can't kill me, stupid girl."

Kurumi's lips curled into a wicked smile. "Then let's see how you handle me."

A red pentagram flared to life in her hand, the air around her crackling with dark energy. Her form twisted, transforming into something darker, a chaotic presence swirling as if she was both part of and the embodiment of the shadows.

Kurumi transforms into a more sinister form, with dark, shadowy tendrils curling around her.

"Interesting," Satria murmured, a grin spreading across his face. "I want to test something too." He raised his hand in a quick motion, making a finger gun gesture. "Shigan: Rain of Bullet." With speed and precision, he fired multiple piercing strikes at Kurumi.

However, instead of seeing damage, Kurumi's body seemed to absorb the bullets, her form regenerating instantly. The shadows around her churned, and multiple black hound heads emerged, snapping at the air like ravenous beasts.

"That was a little rude, Satria-kun," Kurumi's voice dripped with sadistic amusement. "Do you understand now? A fragile lady like me should be treated gently."

Satria raised an eyebrow, unfazed by her teasing. "For you? No. By the way, what is this power you've gotten from the chat group? Have you become a vampire or something?" His curiosity piqued, he studied her dark transformation closely.

"Why don't you come closer and find out for yourself, my darling?" Kurumi smirked, her revolver reappearing in her hand. Without hesitation, she fired a bullet directly at him.

"Dark Platinum!" Satria's Stand materialized instantly, raising a hand to block the incoming shot, but to his surprise, the bullet tore through the Stand's defense and struck him.

"Fufu~" Kurumi's voice was laced with amusement. "I don't know what that invisible thing is that tried to block my bullet, but it was useless. My attacks can penetrate any defense, my darling."

Satria grinned through the pain, his hand glowing with a healing light as the wound began to close. "My apologies for underestimating you, emo girl." He straightened up, ready for round two. "Let's continue, shall we? I want to see just how fast your regeneration can keep up with my attacks."

With that, he vanished from her sight, disappearing in a blur of motion.

"Where is he? I can't detect his presence," Kurumi muttered to herself, searching the area in vain.

Suddenly, black arrows pierced her body from every direction, exploding on impact.

"The weakness of someone with regeneration powers like yours is overconfidence," Satria's voice echoed from somewhere, deliberately cold and calculated. "You think nothing can harm you. But I've already planned your downfall. Seal you, bury you alive, throw you into outer space... There are fates worse than death, and I know exactly how to deliver them."

Kurumi gritted her teeth, standing up once more, her body healing rapidly. She dashed away, using her shadow to escape, eventually hiding in an abandoned building.

What a terrifying man, she thought, her mind racing. "I'm in a bad spot now. I should create a clone to—"

Before she could finish the thought, Satria's voice whispered from behind her, sharp and menacing. "What you were about to say is... you want to create a clone to buy time. Am I right, beautiful?"

Kurumi whipped around, her eyes widening in shock. 'How could he have found me so easily?'

Satria stepped forward, his form vibrating with an unnerving intensity. In his hand, a green string connected to her body, the other end ready to crush her heart from within.

"The moment you let me land a hit, I marked you with my magical strings," Satria said with a smirk. "This is the result, emo girl."

Kurumi's hands shot up in surrender. "You've amazed me, Satria-kun," she admitted, a mix of admiration and frustration in her voice. "Now that you've found and defeated me, what do you want to do with me?"

Satria's gaze softened slightly but remained serious. "Go home," he said firmly. "It's already night. It's no place for a girl like you to be wandering around."

"But..." Kurumi pouted, her tone turning playful. "The last train's already gone, Satria-kun. Are you the type of man who would abandon a helpless girl like me out here in the cold night?"

Satria's patience thinned as he heard the sarcasm dripping from her words. His expression twisted in annoyance.

"Blah, blah, fine," he grumbled, rolling his eyes. "I'll play your game. What do you want, emo girl?"

A sly smile crossed Kurumi's face as she stepped closer, her voice sweet yet dangerous. "How about you let me stay at your place, darling?"

To be continued...