What is this Dimensional Chat???

Hydra Base, Madripoor

In the heart of Hydra's hidden fortress, a dimly lit control room thrummed with activity. Screens lined the walls, displaying chaotic battles between Hydra's forces and Wolverine's ragtag team. Seated at the center of the room was a figure who radiated menace.

The man with the crimson skull, dressed in a Nazi uniform adorned with Hydra's emblem, leaned back in his chair, flanked by his elite guards. He watched the screens with a cold, calculating gaze.

"What a futile effort," Red Skull sneered. "They persist, yet they will never topple us. Such meaningless defiance, don't you agree?"

His words were directed at a figure crucified on a steel X-frame, hanging limply yet somehow still animated. The prisoner, clad in tattered red spandex, groaned dramatically.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, my spine! And my pride! You Nazis really have a flair for theatrics, don't you?" Deadpool spat, earning a vicious punch to the ribs from a nearby guard.

"Such insolence," Red Skull growled. "Yet your regenerative abilities intrigue me. I shall dissect you personally and bestow your gift upon my armies. With it, Hydra shall rise to rule the world once more!"

"HAIL HYDRA!" his soldiers roared in unison.

Deadpool rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, Heil this, Heil that. But seriously, can I get a bathroom break? Or are you just waiting for me to leak all over your floor?"

Another blow landed, silencing his quips—for the moment. 

"Oh Fuck! It's hurt asshole! You're not gonna have it easy to do this on Marvel Jesus!" The man with red spandex keeps swearing and receives a beating from the guard.

Suddenly, the sound of gunfire erupted outside the control room, growing louder with each passing second. Red Skull's eyes narrowed.

"What's happening out there?"

Before anyone could respond, the reinforced door exploded inward, shards of metal scattering like confetti. Smoke filled the room as a lone figure emerged, moving through the haze with unsettling calm.

"Say hello to my boomstick," the intruder declared, his voice dripping with mockery.

Satria stepped into the light, his white hair glowing like a beacon against the darkness. His crimson coat billowed as he strolled toward the Hydra soldiers.

"Kill him!" Red Skull barked.

The room erupted in chaos. Bullets flew, but Satria moved faster, weaving through the hail of fire. With a flick of his wrist, he caught the bullets mid-air, their gleaming casings shimmering in his hand.

"Boring," he muttered, before tossing the projectiles back, each one striking its target with lethal precision.

One soldier remained, trembling as Satria approached. The intruder raised his hand, summoning an inky black vortex that howled with tortured screams.

"Soul Eater."

The guard's soul was ripped from his body, dragged into the abyss with a blood-curdling wail.

Deadpool, still bound, watched in awe.

"Okay, that was hot. I mean, terrifying. But mostly hot."

Satria ignored him and turned to the last surviving Hydra, now trembling at his feet.

"Who are you?! What do you want?!" The last man standing is cautious of the enemy in front of him, and when he wants to strike him, Satria without effort puts his enemy off balance and grabs his body before throwing him to the ground.

"Hmm~ I am your honoured guest who kinda loses here and is interested to know more about this group of yours, how about you guide me and tell me your story, brother?" Satria smiled innocently at him and locked his movement.

"You'll get nothing from me!" the Red Skull stammered.

Satria sighed. "Wrong answer."

Placing his hand on the man's head, Satria unleashed a wave of dark energy. The Red Skull body convulsed as his mind was dragged into a fabricated hell, a dimension of endless torment.

He watched impassively as the trembling Hydra leader off to his knees, his once-defiant bravado now reduced to a quivering shadow. The dark energy of Reality Rift, his newest skill, still clung faintly to the air. The ability to pull souls into a dimension of pure torment was proving quite effective.

"Welcome back," Satria said nonchalantly, exhaling a puff of smoke from his cigarette. "It's only been two minutes, for God's sake. Don't be such a drama queen. Now, how about we skip the hysterics? Just tell me what I want to know, and everyone walks away happy. Or… would you like another vacation?"

The Hydra Leader's wide, terrified eyes darted around the room before he shook his head violently.

"No! Please, not again! I beg of you!" he cried, his voice cracking. To him, this man wasn't human. He was a nightmare given form.

Satria leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to a low, almost conversational tone. "Good. First question: who's orchestrating this operation? From Hydra's side and Japan's side. You two were best buddies back in World War II, right?" He switched seamlessly to German, his tone polite but cold.

The man swallowed hard, his fear overtaking his loyalty. "The leader… is me. I am Red Skull. As for Japan, they have many hidden hands within their government. They are preparing for the next world war in secret." He hesitated but continued under Satria's unrelenting gaze.

"There's… another player. A group called the League of Villains, led by someone named All For One. He reached out to us, proposing a collaboration. Together, we are working to mass-produce super soldiers. In this age of superpowers, governments are desperate to strengthen their defenses. The peace you see now is fleeting. Chaos is inevitable. The era of war will return."

Satria raised an eyebrow, exhaling another plume of smoke. "And this grand plan of yours? World domination?"

Red Skull's voice grew resolute, almost proud. "The nations of the Earth must unite under a single banner, our banner. We must stand as one against the true threat—one that lies beyond this planet."

Satria regarded him silently, his expression unreadable. After a long pause, he chuckled softly. "You Nazis really don't know when to quit, do you? Always scheming, always reaching for that same tired dream of ruling the world. But I have to admit… you're not entirely wrong."

Red Skull perked up slightly, sensing an opportunity.

"The threat from beyond is real," Satria continued. "If humanity doesn't unite, extinction is inevitable. But the kind of unity you propose? That's not unity—it's tyranny."

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze distant as if lost in thought. A world united sounded idyllic, but the reality was far more complicated. Centuries of division, greed, racism, and mistrust couldn't be solved with speeches or flags. To create a unified world, someone would need absolute power, the ability to perform miracles, and the will to enforce obedience.

"Join me," Red Skull said, his voice smooth and persuasive. "With your power, we can bring order to this world. Together, we will triumph. I can tell... You are destined for greatness."

Satria's eyes sharpened, his contemplative expression vanishing. In a blur, he stepped onto Red Skull's head, pressing the villain's face into the cold floor.

"Rule the world?" he said, smirking as he lit another cigarette. "It sounds wonderful… but tiresome." He took a slow drag, letting the smoke curl around him. "And honestly, I can't stand paperwork."

Red Skull grunted in pain, but Satria ignored him, tapping the ash from his cigarette. "I don't have a personal grudge against you, but you've caused more suffering than anyone deserves to. So, tell me…" He exhaled smoke lazily. "What should I do with you?"

Before Red Skull could respond, a loud voice cut through the tension.

"Hey, Handsome McBroody!" Deadpool called out, breaking the tension.

Satria turned to the crucified man. "Who the hell are you?"

"Deadpool, at your service. And may I say, that whole 'dark and brooding savior' thing you've got going? Chef's kiss."

Satria grimaced. "Why is everyone I meet either insane or insufferable?"

Deadpool grinned. "It's called charm, sweetheart. Now, be a good knight in shining armor and get me down from here, yeah? I'd repay you, with good stuff, handsome."

"Ew." Satria took a step back. "Stay away from me weirdo." 

•

On the open sea, a cruise ship glided gracefully under the rising sun. At the helm stood a couple, basking in the serene beauty of the morning.

Satria gently helped Valiana step up onto the railing, steadying her with a firm grip as she closed her eyes. The salty sea breeze tousled her hair, and the golden light painted the ocean in shimmering hues. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as their bond deepened.

When Valiana opened her eyes, her breath hitched at the sight before her. The endless blue ocean stretched out, its gentle waves reflecting the soft light of dawn.

"I never knew the sea could be this beautiful," she murmured, her voice tinged with wonder. For someone who had explored countless corners of the world, this moment felt uniquely special. 'So, it's true,' she thought with a soft smile. 'In life, it's not about where you go, but who you travel with. I'm so happy to be here with him.'

She wore a choir-style dress, its elegant mix of blue and white perfectly complementing her radiant features.

Satria watched her, his heart swelling with emotion.

'My god, she's stunning. How did I get so lucky? Moments like this… they feel like a miracle.' The sight reminded him of a classic film scene, and he couldn't help but grin. 'This is straight out of Titanic. I need to memorialize this moment.'

Valiana tilted her head, noticing his expression. "What's wrong, Hubby? You look like you've seen a ghost," she teased.

"Nothing~" Satria replied smoothly, his lips curving into a flirtatious smile. "As the ocean is never full of water, so is my heart—especially when I see how lovely you are right now, my princess."

Valiana giggled, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. "Mmm~ Hubby, you're such a charmer as always. How about we add one more day and enjoy ourselves to the fullest?" Her tone dropped, becoming playfully sultry.

Satria's eyebrows shot up. "One more day? You can't be serious! We've already spent two straight days in our room, you naughty girl."

Valiana leaned closer, her eyes sparkling mischievously. 'This bad girl still wants more punishment from you, Daddy. Honestly, last night's bondage play was amazing. Just thinking about it is enough to make me—'

"Valiana!" Satria cut her off, his face heating up as he caught the wicked glint in her eyes.

She chuckled, leaning against him. "What? You're the one who started it, Hubby. Don't act so innocent now."

In the recesses of Valiana's mind, Albion groaned loudly.

"Ugh, not this again. Wake me up when you're done with your… shenanigans." The white dragon's voice was laced with annoyance.

Valiana ignored him, focused entirely on Satria, who was now pressing even closer.

"Wait a second," he said abruptly, scooping her into his arms. "I need to check something first."

Before Valiana could protest, Satria carried her back to their room. Once inside, he placed her gently on the bed, grabbed his device, and opened the private chat in the Dimensional Chat.

"Really, Hubby? You'd rather stare at an invisible screen than me right now?" Valiana pouted, crossing her arms.

Satria smirked but didn't answer, his eyes glued to the messages.

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[Shin changed his nickname to BangSat]

Dimensional Private Chat Log

BangSat (2): "When are you guys going back to the DxD world? Have you forgotten we need to return Koneko to the Gremory household within a month?"

BangSat (1): "Damn it! I totally forgot about that. Now what?"

BangSat (3): "Behold me and my white dragon princess on a cruise trip! Don't we look just like Jack and Rose from Titanic?"

(Bang Sat uploads a video of himself and Valiana reenacting the iconic Titanic scene at the helm of the ship)

BangSat (1): "Who the hell gave you permission to take a vacation with my princess, you dog? That should've been me!"

BangSat (5): "Oh, please. You've already spent time with Kiyohime, Fatalis, Koneko, and even our pet! Meanwhile, I'm stuck dealing with the chaos on this criminal island and never complained."

BangSat (1): "What about Fran? Is she doing okay?"

BangSat (4): "Aduh! Tiba-tiba sakit perut nih, ijin ke WC bentar ya gan, nanti login lagi."

(Translation: "Ouch! My stomach suddenly hurts. BRB, heading to the toilet.")

BangSat (1): "How the hell can you get a stomach ache, you stupid clown?"

BangSat (5): "Something definitely happens there."

BangSat (1): "Figures. In the end, I'll be the one who gets blamed. Can't any of you idiots work properly for once?"

BangSat (2): "You're the real idiot here! Handle your own mess. You're the one who created all this trouble as Dark Flash! My head hurts just thinking about this, and to make it worse, no one's here to help me."

BangSat (1): "Geez, it's a simple issue. Stop whining like a spoiled brat. Just say Dark Flash planning an evil scheme or something. Problem solved."

BangSat (2): "This is why progress in our country is so slow—people like you! All talk, no solutions, and always lazing around!"

BangSat (1): "Why are you taking this out on me? Whatever. I'm going to go build Gundams with Fatalis. Later, loser."

BangSat (2): "Good riddance! We don't need you here, idiot!"

BangSat (5): "Gini amat hidup 😔"

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Valiana tilted her head curiously. "What's going on now?"

Satria sighed, closing the chat. "The original forgot he needs to return Koneko to Gremory. What about you? Aren't your Chaos Brigade friends looking for you? You've been missing for three weeks now."

Valiana shrugged dismissively, leaning closer. "Who cares? I do what I want. None of those idiots can control me because I'm the White Dragon Emperor. Besides, I have more important things to do right now~"

Before Satria could react, Valiana smirked and began stripping off his shirt. She climbed on top of him with a gleam of mischief in her eyes.

"This early in the morning?" Satria blinked. "At this rate, you might actually—y'know…"

Valiana's smirk turned wicked. "I don't care. You're going to take responsibility if that happens, right?"

Satria chuckled, his gaze softening. "Of course. From the moment you become mine, I've been ready for anything, including that."

"Good," Valiana purred, wrapping her arms around him. "Then nothing's stopping me now. Relax and enjoy, Daddy."

•

Savage Land

The roar of the battle reverberated through the dense, humid jungle.

"Grrrrrrr!!!"

Fran clashed with the enormous crocodilian kaiju, its massive tail smashing through trees while its jaws snapped with thunderous force. Despite her and Bobon's coordination, the beast's raw strength and cunning kept them on the defensive.

"This mode depletes your mana very fast, Fran. You need to finish this quickly!" Bobon reminded her urgently.

Fran nodded. She was aware. Absolution, her current state, burned through her mana reserves like wildfire. It pushed her body to its absolute limits, boosting speed, strength, and metabolic output to dangerous levels. It was her trump card against physically superior foes but came with the risk of rapid exhaustion.

"I know, Master. I'll end this now."

Fran's eyes sharpened, her determination solidifying. She kicked off the ground with a powerful leap, wind magic swirling around her.

"Moon Walk!"

The air rippled beneath her feet as she propelled herself toward the kaiju's head. Her blade glowed ominously as she prepared her next move.

"Dragon Tail!"

The sword extended, its aura slicing through everything in a one-kilometer radius as it hurtled toward the beast. 

But the kaiju wasn't just strong—it was smart. Sensing danger, it swiftly dug into the earth, vanishing underground just in time to avoid the devastating strike.

"Tch, clever bastard…" Fran muttered, landing on her feet.

"This one's no fool. Use your Observation skill, Fran!" Bobon instructed.

Fran activated her skill, her senses sharpening. She felt the vibrations beneath her feet—the beast was circling her, preparing a sneak attack.

There!

With a deafening roar, the kaiju burst from the ground behind her, its gaping maw aiming to swallow her whole.

"Gleipnir!"

Fran summoned the legendary chain of unbreakable bindings. The golden chains shot out, wrapping around the beast's massive body and pulling it to the ground.

"Graaaaaaa!!!"

The kaiju thrashed violently, roaring in fury, but the enchanted chains held firm.

"Finish him my champion~ Let's plague all of our enemies."

Fran leaped onto the kaiju's head, placing her hand on its scaly surface. Her voice was calm, almost chilling.

"Scarlet Bloom."

A crimson glow spread from her palm, enveloping the kaiju. Scarlet markings crawled across its entire body like a blooming plague.

"Gyaaaaaaaaaa!!!"

The kaiju let out a bone-chilling screech as its body convulsed in agony. Within moments, it collapsed, lifeless, the scarlet marks pulsating eerily as they faded away.

Fran stood silently, catching her breath. Bobon, however, was anything but calm.

"Fran? What was that? What kind of magic did you just use? I couldn't identify it!"

Fran didn't respond, her expression conflicted.

Far away, the real Satria had been observing the battle through a dimensional projection. His eyes widened when he recognized the crimson aura. Without hesitation, he activated his speed abilities, reaching the Savage Land in an instant.

"Fran…" Satria's voice was filled with both concern and disbelief. "Don't tell me… Is that the Scarlet Rot? How?"

Fran flinched at his words, guilt washing over her. She lowered her gaze. "On a certain night… a woman appeared in my dream. She claimed to be an outer goddess and offered me power in exchange for entertaining her. I… I wanted to be strong, my lord. I wanted to be useful to you."

Satria clenched his fists. "What did it cost you? Don't tell me she gave you power for free. That's impossible."

Fran hesitated before replying softly, "I didn't have to pay anything… yet. But there's a way to safely control this power. The Dimensional Chat has resources to handle the Scarlet Rot without harming my body. Trust me, my lord. I can manage this."

Satria's eyes narrowed. "Let me check you first."

He placed his hand on her shoulder, scanning her body with his abilities. After a moment, he sighed in relief. "Thank the gods… there's no trace of rot in your body. But Fran…" His tone hardened. "You are never to use that power unless there's no other choice. Do you understand? I don't want to lose you."

Fran's eyes softened as she nodded. "Yes, my lord. I understand."

Satria smiled, patting her head. "Good girl. You passed the test. I'm proud of you."

Fran's face lit up with joy at his praise.

"Now, let's go home and eat. I made a special curry that you're going to love."

"Really?! Yay! Curry~ Curry~" Fran cheered, skipping beside him happily.

Satria turned to his clone, his expression darkening. "Clean this mess. Don't let the rot spread."

The clone nodded silently and began purging the battlefield.

•

Guest House

"Where do you think Danna-sama went? It's rare for him to dash off without a word," Kiyohime asked, her tone laced with concern as she glanced at her sister-wives.

Fatalis, completely absorbed in her task, was surrounded by tools and parts scattered across the floor. She focused intensely on the final adjustments to her Gundam model.

"Wait... just a little more... Yes! Finally! My very own Gundam is complete! Hahaha! What's up, Kiyohime? Do you need something from the amazing me?" Fatalis asked, triumphantly holding up her creation.

Kiyohime's patience snapped. With her folding fan, she smacked Fatalis on the head.

"Ouch! What did I do?!" Fatalis yelped, rubbing the sore spot.

"Don't ignore someone when they're speaking to you," Kiyohime scolded.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry! As for Satria…" Fatalis shrugged. "When he takes off like that, it usually means something serious is happening. He'll be back soon, don't worry."

Kiyohime frowned, still unconvinced. "But what if it's dangerous? What if he needs help?"

Fatalis sighed. "You worry too much. He's fine. Anyway, how's your practice going with Esdeath? That Teigu ring Satria gave you… you hit the jackpot with that gift."

Kiyohime expression becomes serious. "That woman is terrifying. I can't believe humans like her exist. Training with her is like fighting a demon lord."

Fatalis smirked. "She is ridiculously strong. Honestly, I pity the people in her world. With the Dimensional Chat, she's only going to get stronger. Fascinating, isn't it?"

Before Kiyohime could reply, golden lightning streaked into the house. In a flash, Satria appeared, cradling Fran in his arms.

"Where… are we?" Fran asked, her eyes darting around the elegant room. It was far more luxurious than anything she'd seen before.

"I rented this guest house for us while we were in this world," Satria explained. "I prefer having our own space rather than staying in someone else's home. It's more comfortable, and we won't bother anyone. If you want to stay in Naruto's house feel free to..."

Fran immediately clung to him. "No! I want to stay here with you!"

"Ara~ Welcome home, Fran-chan," Fatalis greeted warmly.

Kiyohime moved closer to Satria, her sharp senses picking up on something unusual. His heart was racing, and his blood pressure was elevated.

'Something must have happened to make Danna-sama this distressed,' she thought.

"Care to share what's going on?" Fatalis asked, her tone turning serious.

Satria sighed. "Scarlet Rot."

Fatalis stiffened, instantly understanding the gravity of his words.

"Scarlet Rot?" Kiyohime looked between them, confused. "What is that?"

Bobon chimed in, equally clueless. "Yeah, even the system couldn't explain it. What's going on?"

Fatalis crossed her arms. "The Scarlet Rot is both a blessing and a curse, bestowed by an Outer God. It's a powerful affliction that can even drive gods insane before killing them. The real danger, however, lies in its ability to infect anything it touches, spreading like a plague. It's not something to take lightly."

Kiyohime's eyes widened. "Fran… you have this power? Can you control it? Danna-sama, what are you going to do about this?"

Bobon's voice was tinged with fear. "And what about the monster she killed? If Fatalis-san's explanation is correct…"

"I've already handled that," Satria reassured them. "Fran is healthy, and my clone is studying the rot in a controlled environment off-planet. I'm also working on a cure, just in case."

Fran's ears drooped as she looked down, her voice trembling. "I'm so sorry. Because of me… everyone's in trouble. I just wanted to be strong. I didn't mean for this to happen."

The room fell silent as everyone looked at Satria, silently urging him to comfort her.

'Good grief,' he thought, stepping closer to Fran. He gently pulled her into his lap.

"Fran? Look at me."

She stopped sobbing and lifted her gaze, her big eyes filled with guilt.

"Remember what I told you before?" Satria said softly. "We're family. And family helps each other, no matter how difficult the problem. There's always a solution, and we'll find it together. You, me, and everyone else."

Fran's eyes glistened with unshed tears as she leaned into his chest. "Thank you, beloved. I've always known you were my destined one. Now and forever."

'Beloved?! This stupid lolicon!'

Kiyohime's temper flared, but Fatalis quickly stepped in, holding her back.

"Let them have their moment, Kiyohime-chan. They're so cute right now." Fatalis discreetly snapped a picture with her phone, grinning mischievously.

Kiyohime huffed. "…Fine. Just this once."

Satria, sensing the tension, smiled and announced, "Now that everything's settled, let's celebrate Fran passing her test. I'm making curry tonight, with my special recipe!"

He turned to Bobon. "You're helping. Try to keep up, or I'll kick you out of my kitchen."

"Hah?! What you can do, I can do better! Watch and learn from the real pro!" Bobon retorted, retorted, determined not to be outdone.

"Yay! I want extra spicy curry, dear!" Fatalis cheered, practically drooling at the thought.

Kiyohime sighed, shaking her head. "They're like children…"

Fran smiled, warmth filling her heart. For the first time in her life, she felt like she had a home—a family. She silently vowed to protect it with everything she had.

To be continued...