Chapter 83. Give me a Break

Satria groggily sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The sight before him was nothing short of surreal - six beautiful women sprawled naked across the bed, their bodies entwined with each other and with his own. A shiver ran down his spine as he remembered the wild, passionate night they had shared.

...

'Fuck! Now I'm done with Fran and Koneko how did the blonde idiot and stupid sword react? They both surely will come to kill me when they know about this. I must create a plan because I am not going down without a fight! We love each other and I don't care what people say about me being Lolicon or another insult. I already made up my mind to take responsibility for her until the end of my life.'

"Good morning," Fran purred, stretching languidly beside him. "How are you feeling?"

"Fran? It's a surprise you're the one first to wake up. How... Your feeling now?"

"It's the best experience of my life~ I never expected sex to be this wonderful. We should do it again next time."

"Oh... I am happy to hear that Fran so let me ask you this once again, are you sure you don't want to stay on my side? As you know the outside world is not kind and with me, I guarantee your life will be secure in everything from Education, health assurance, money, and anything you need. What's your answer?" Satria still has not given up on inviting Fran to live with him and begin a new life far from danger.

"I am sorry but allow me to decline your kind offer, for now, my Lord, To be someone worthily called your blade I must exceed the normal and I want to learn about the world where I was born first before leaving it to stay with you forever." Fran's answer was still unshakable and Satria understood Fran was not an ordinary girl who needed to be cuddled or maybe not. "C-C-Can you hug me while patting my head? I love it when you do it to me."

"Anything for my lovely blade." Satria does as she wishes until someone behind Fran looks at him with jealousy.

"Not fair! I want you to love me too senpai." Koneko said.

"Wait for your turn Koneko as I am the one who wakes up first so I should be loved first by him," Fran smirked at Koneko.

"... You leave me no choice." Koneko touched the sensitive part of Fran and licked her neck. "Then let me join the fun Fran-san, who is your favourite cat senpai? Me or her?"

"S-S-Stop it~ Ah! Don't touch that spot Koneko! Hn!" Fran does not expect this surprise attack and Fran's love juice begins to flow.

"Well... To answer your question I love it when you both rub your vagina together to mine. For me, you both are tied for now."

'Hee~ He loves it huh? I think we have a synergy between us so let's get along with Fran-san.' Koneko said to her rival.

'You're not bad yourself, having you as a rival and sister may not be bad.' Fran feels the same and they begin kissing and pleasing each other to improve their relationship.

"Do you feel stimulated after seeing two kittens made up and loving each other? You pervert lolicon." Kurumi doing a handjob on Satria's dick from behind trying to make him climax.

"I don't want to be called Lolicon by a woman who was having a threesome with them last night and doesn't tempt me to raid you again honey," Satria warned her as he held back when having sex with them, his stamina right now is a ridiculous high plus he can recover himself or other stamina with his power. 'Ultraman Cosmos may not be strong in offensive but his healing power is absurd, thanks to him I'm not going to die by snu-snu.'

"Ara~ The young one is so spirited in the morning," Fatalis said when seeing Fran and Koneko enjoying themselves.

"Kurumi-san stop teasing Danna-sama because it's my job to do it." Kiyohime took away Kurumi's hand from Satria's dick and wrapped his penis with her snake tongue.

"Shit! I cannot hold much longer dear, sorry I will... " Satria released a large amount of white fluid in Kiyohime's mouth.

"My~ You released so much Danna-sama, is inside my mouth that good?" Kiyohime asks her husband.

"I must admit Kiyohime-san tongue play is top-grade, share some with me." Kurumi kissed Kiyohime in French style sharing the cum inside her mouth. "How can your cum can be this aromatic and delicious~? I heard sperm taste salty and smell like chlorine yet you prove me wrong."

"It's simple~ proper hygiene practices, a healthy diet and lifestyle, and I regularly clean the toxic inside my body using my power. It's for the sake of this moment." Satria proudly answers about his hard work and stares at Kurumi's breast.

"Hm? Want to drink more honey? Even after you drink all our milk so much? I worried about our children in the future would not have any milk left to drink." Kurumi teased her husband.

"N-N-No? Who says I want to drink your milk? I'm not a baby! It's just to appreciate the beauty of your body nothing more." Satria entered his tsundere mode making the family giggle.

"It's strange to see him like this, to think he has the same fetish as Issei-senpai. No wonder they are both getting along." Koneko finally understood how her mate and the pervert red dragon became friends.

"How dare you all play with him without me?!" Valiana already had enough of hearing them flirting non-stop and getting closer to Satria. 'Are you ready for another round H-U-B-B-Y~? My womb is ready to carry your children.' Valiana speaks in a low voice and acts cute in front of him as she offers her Voluptuous body to him.

"You girl leaves me no choice, Be ready for... "

[Ding Dong]

Someone ringing the bell disrupted the mood that's happening now.

Satria and others sighed in disappointment. "You girls go shower first before we eat a break-lunch outside the resort, I will meet whoever ruined my moment."

In a remote village nestled deep within the lush forests of Bali, two voices clashed in a heated argument. The tension in the air was palpable as a father and son stood face-to-face, their feud threatening to unravel the delicate balance of their community.

"You need to stop this madness!" the father thundered, his voice quivering with a mix of rage and desperation. "Our ancestors forbade us from destroying the temple! Disturbing the home of Taksaka, the King of Naga, will bring disaster to all of Bali! You think this is just about money? You're a fool to ignore our traditions! You're no son of mine!"

The son, dressed in crisp, modern attire that clashed starkly with the simplicity of his father's batik shirt, scoffed. "Are you seriously still clinging to those ancient superstitions, Dad? There's no Naga! It's just a myth! This project will make us rich, and it'll bring progress to the village. I didn't work my ass off to graduate from a top university just to listen to fairy tales!"

He leaned forward, his tone sharp. "The investors are ready, and this deal is worth more than you can imagine. Stop holding us back with your outdated beliefs!"

The father's gaze hardened, unwavering. "No matter how many times you ask, my answer will not change. I will not allow you to desecrate the sacred temple."

The son's fists clenched, his face darkening with frustration. "Fine," he spat, storming out of the house.

Outside, under the dim glow of a crescent moon, he pulled out his phone and sent a message. His fingers trembled—not with doubt, but with anticipation. "You've forced me to do this, old man. Tonight, that cursed temple will be nothing but rubble, and I'll be the most powerful man in Bali."

Meanwhile, on the southern coast of Bali, in the tranquil district of Jimbaran, the scent of frangipani flowers mingled with the salty ocean breeze. Hidden amidst the lush greenery was a charming café, its rustic wooden tables set beneath a canopy of flowering vines. The gentle hum of conversations blended with the rhythmic crash of waves in the distance.

At one of the tables, Satria sat with his companions, flipping through a menu brimming with dishes inspired by Bali's rich culinary traditions. The group was basking in the laid-back atmosphere of the resort.

The café manager approached with a polite smile. "How is everything, sir and ma'ams? Is the resort meeting your expectations? If there's anything we can improve, please don't hesitate to let me know."

Satria, leaning back in his chair, smiled appreciatively. "The resort is excellent. Quiet environment, great service, humble staff, beautiful rooms—perfect for a family retreat. I'll give you ninety Jawa points for that."

The manager bowed slightly, beaming at the high praise.

Fran, still scanning the menu, pointed at the grilled fish on her plate. "Hey, what's this called? It's really good."

"That's Ikan Bakar," Satria replied. "You should eat it with cah kangkung—it's healthier that way."

Fran made a face. "Nope!"

"Yes," Satria insisted. "Trust me, it tastes better together."

Kurumi chimed in with a satisfied tone, her crimson eyes sparkling. "I had the most incredible spa experience. The massage was so relaxing that I forgot all my troubles. Though..." she shot a sly glance at Satria. "It's still not as good as his messages."

Satria nearly choked on his drink, while the others tried (and failed) to suppress their laughter.

Valiana, sipping on a refreshing glass of kelapa muda (young coconut), chuckled. "Agreed! The food here is delicious, and the atmosphere is wonderful. Who would've thought your homeland is such an amazing place for a vacation?"

"You have no idea, dear," Satria said, flashing a smug grin. "Bali is just a small piece of the puzzle—Indonesia has so much more to offer."

Valiana raised an eyebrow. "Really? How big is this country, exactly?"

Fatalis, ever the knowledgeable one, leaned forward. "Indonesia is a massive archipelago. If you stretched it out, it would span from Ireland to Uzbekistan. To put it in simpler terms—while a three-hour trip in Europe might take you across six countries, here? You'd barely make it across a single island."

The group exchanged looks of awe.

Koneko, nibbling on a slice of pisang goreng, tilted her head. "Speaking of amazing... where's Kiyohime-san? I haven't seen her since we arrived."

Satria's expression grew a little sheepish. "About her…"

On a sunny afternoon, Kiyohime wandered through the lush grounds of the resort, her steps guided by the enticing aroma of spices wafting through the air. Her curiosity led her to a charming restaurant tucked away in a serene corner of the resort. With her natural love for cooking, she couldn't resist the urge to explore. Thanks to Satria's connections, she was granted access to the bustling kitchen to learn the secrets of Indonesian cuisine.

There, she was warmly greeted by Renatta, the head chef—a spirited Balinese woman with a passion for culinary arts that mirrored Kiyohime's own. Renatta's eyes lit up as she noticed the eagerness radiating from Kiyohime. "Ah, a fellow cook! Welcome, Miss Kiyohime. Come, let's see what you can do."

Kiyohime joined the kitchen, immersing herself in the vibrant world of Indonesian flavors. Renatta guided her through every step, from grinding spices into sambal paste to mastering the delicate balance of sweet, sour, salty, and spicy notes that defined the cuisine. Kiyohime worked with precision and focus, her movements graceful and confident.

"You're a natural," Renatta remarked as she observed Kiyohime perfectly recreate an Ayam Betutu dish. The staff, who were accustomed to Renatta's high standards, exchanged shocked glances at the rare praise. "Where did you learn to cook like this?"

Kiyohime wiped her hands, a gentle smile on her lips. "Thank you, Renatta-san. You're an exceptional chef yourself, as expected of someone leading a restaurant of this caliber. As for me... let's just say I've had centuries of experience perfecting my craft."

Renatta chuckled, impressed. "Centuries, you say? Your husband is lucky to have someone like you. Speaking of which..." Her tone shifted to a mix of curiosity and disdain. "Is he the white-haired man at the VVIP table surrounded by all those beautiful girls? Is he seriously playing around with other women while you're here working hard for his sake?!"

Kiyohime's smile faltered for a moment, and the kitchen seemed to chill despite the heat of the stoves. She placed a large lobster on the cutting board, her movements measured. "Yes, that's him. Those women are my co-wives. My husband practices polygamy." Her tone was calm, but a subtle edge crept into her words. "I tolerate it... for now."

With a swift motion, she split the lobster cleanly in half, but the force shattered the cutting board beneath it. The room fell silent, and the staff froze, their eyes wide with a mixture of fear and admiration.

Kiyohime blinked, realizing what she'd done. She straightened, bowing deeply. "My apologies, Renatta-san. I let my emotions get the better of me. I'll replace the cutting board immediately."

Renatta forced a nervous laugh, waving her hand. "N-no need for that, Miss Kiyohime. I completely understand."

Meanwhile, on the beach, Satria was enjoying a quiet moment of sunshine when an odd sensation prickled his neck. He sneezed suddenly, a shiver running down his spine. "What the... Why do I feel like someone's mad at me?"

Before he could dwell on it, a voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Dear~ what do you think of my swimsuit?"

Satria turned and was greeted by Fatalis twirling in a bold black swimsuit that accentuated her confidence.

"Do you feel fired up after seeing us, hubby?" Valiana teased, her black tie-side swimsuit adding to her allure.

Kurumi joined in, striking a playful pose. "Do you like what you see, Honey~?"

Fran and Koneko, not wanting to be outdone, stepped forward.

"What about us, Senpai?" Koneko asked shyly, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"Do we look good, My Lord?" Fran added, her cat-like eyes filled with hope.

Satria blinked, momentarily stunned. Then, a warm smile spread across his face. "You all look gorgeous. Truly stunning." His words were sincere, and the girls beamed with happiness, their hearts fluttering at his admiration.

The day unfolded with joyous activities. They dove into the crystal-clear waters, their laughter harmonizing with the gentle waves. A lively beach volleyball game followed, each spike and dive filled with playful competitiveness.

Satria, ever the social magnet, wandered the shoreline, chatting with locals and tourists alike, his charm leaving a trail of smiles in his wake. His wives followed him, their camaraderie evident in their teasing banter and shared laughter.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, the group gathered to watch the breathtaking view. It wasn't the designer swimsuits or the picturesque beach that made the moment magical. It was the love and connection they shared—an unbreakable bond that made even the simplest of days extraordinary.

The night air in the Balinese jungle was thick with the scent of damp earth and ancient trees. The rhythmic hum of insects and distant hoots of owls were the only sounds accompanying Wayan and his team as they pressed forward with their mission. Towering trees stood like silent sentinels, guarding the secrets of the land that had remained undisturbed for centuries.

Wayan, the ambitious son of the village leader, walked ahead of his crew, holding a flashlight as they navigated through the dense vegetation. His team, armed with chainsaws and bulldozers, had one goal—to clear the land and pave the way for his grand development project.

But as the first tree fell with a thunderous crash, a chilling voice cut through the air.

"Stop and leave now, mortal, before it is too late... or the Naga will awaken and unleash his wrath upon the entire land of Bali."

A woman emerged from the shadows, draped in a flowing kebaya, her presence both ethereal and commanding. Her dark eyes glowed with a strange intensity, as though she could see through their very souls. The workers hesitated, shifting uncomfortably under her gaze.

But Wayan scoffed, crossing his arms. "Please, not this nonsense again. Enough with these superstitions! We have legal permits, and we're here to do our job. You should go home, miss. It's already late—"

He blinked.

She was gone.

A sudden gust of wind sent chills down his spine, but he shook it off and signaled his men to continue.

"Stop this at once, Wayan!"

A powerful voice rang out through the night as an elderly man rushed through the undergrowth, his breath heavy with panic. It was the village leader—Wayan's own father.

"Father?" Wayan frowned. "Why are you here?"

"Who gave you permission to do this?!" His father snatched the documents from his hands and scanned them under the flickering beam of his flashlight. His expression darkened.

"I never signed this!" His voice trembled with rage. "This must be the work of corrupt officials working with greedy men like you! Have you truly fallen so far, my son? Have you allowed gold to blind you to the values I raised you with?"

Wayan clenched his fists. "You speak as if I'm the villain here! How many times do I have to tell you? This is for our family—no, for our entire village! Imagine the wealth, the prestige! Do you think we can keep living in poverty while the world advances around us? This project will bring prosperity!"

But his father shook his head in disappointment.

"Prosperity that comes from desecration... is nothing but a curse in disguise."

Before Wayan could argue, a deep rumble reverberated beneath their feet.

A crack split the earth where the temple once stood.

Thick black smoke billowed out, slithering like a living entity, engulfing the air with an ominous presence. The workers screamed, clutching their throats as the smoke seeped into their lungs. One by one, they dropped to the ground, their flesh rotting away in mere seconds, leaving only bones behind.

Wayan stumbled backward, his eyes wide with terror.

"W-What is this?! Where is this smoke coming from?!" His voice quivered as he watched his men perish before him.

Then, from the darkness, a figure emerged.

A massive black serpent, its scales shimmering like obsidian under the moonlight, rose from the ground. Golden ornaments adorned its sinuous body, and its piercing, ancient eyes glowed with fiery malice.

It was Taksaka, the Serpent King.

His deep voice echoed through the jungle, shaking the very ground.

"Who dares disturb my slumber?"

Silence.

Wayan opened his mouth, but no words came. His body trembled, his mind paralyzed by fear.

Taksaka's golden eyes narrowed.

"Since you have no answer... then you shall serve as an example."

Before Wayan could react, the great serpent reared back and released a torrent of poisonous breath. The toxic mist engulfed him in an instant. Agonizing screams filled the night as his flesh melted away, leaving nothing but a charred skeleton where he once stood.

The remaining survivors collapsed in terror, their bodies shaking violently as Taksaka slithered forward.

"Let this be a warning!" The great serpent's voice thundered through the heavens. "The mortals have forgotten their place... but I shall remind them of the might of Taksaka!"

And with that, the storm began.

Dark clouds churned in the sky, lightning crackled, and the once-peaceful land of Bali trembled under the wrath of the awakened Naga.

The night breeze carried the scent of the ocean as Satria guided the rented Alphard through the bustling streets, the city lights shimmering like scattered diamonds. Inside the spacious vehicle, his wives were lost in lighthearted conversations, their voices weaving together in harmony.

Kiyohime, seated in the front, turned to him with an expectant gaze. "So… you weren't playing on the beach earlier because you were learning how to cook local cuisine with the resort's head chef, Renatta-san?"

Kurumi chuckled, leaning back against her seat. "She's really dedicated, huh? Learning all that just for this bad puppy."

"Danna-sama should be honored," Kiyohime added with a teasing smile. "But tell me, was he well-behaved while I was gone?"

"He was a good boy today, Kiyohime-chan," Fatalis smirked and reached forward, ruffling Satria's hair from behind his seat.

"Hey! Stop treating me like a kid!" he protested, swatting her hand away.

The group giggled before the conversation shifted.

"This country is very different from Japan…" Koneko mused, watching the lively streets through the window. People gathered in roadside stalls, laughter ringing in the air. Strangers conversed as if they were old friends—an energy that felt foreign yet inviting to her.

"You're right," Fran nodded. "The people here look… happy."

"For some reason, I feel more relaxed and lazy staying here. Do you all feel the same?" Valiana stretched her arms. "No wonder our mate has such a laid-back personality. His homeland practically encourages it."

At that, Fatalis grinned mischievously. "Someone finally said it. Honestly, I think what holds this country back from surpassing Japan is the laziness of its people to step out of their comfort zone… not to mention the flawed education system and rampant corruption."

Satria visibly flinched. "Ouch… Did you have to say it like that?"

Kurumi tilted her head. "Is it really that bad?"

Satria sighed, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter. "It's worse than you think. We have more than enough resources to sustain ourselves without relying on other countries, but greed and incompetence keep pulling us down. There's an old saying—when a job is handed to someone unfit for the role, it's only a matter of time before everything crumbles."

"Like what?" Fran asked, intrigued by the complexities of this world beyond her own.

Satria let out a bitter chuckle. "Imagine someone with an agriculture background becoming the Minister of Communication. Or politicians prioritizing their personal interests over the people's well-being. Corruption seeps from the top down, infecting every level of governance."

Fatalis giggled. "Well, at least you're not a bloody commie, right? If America hadn't interfered, you'd probably be one by now."

Satria shrugged. "I have no comment on that. Communism failed here because they tried to erase religion in a deeply religious country. Their methods were brutal, and they made too many enemies." He glanced at the cityscape outside, his gaze unreadable. "But one thing's certain—back when our leadership leaned towards the left, we became one of the top five strongest militaries in the world. And, of course, the West hated that. So they did what they do best—divide and conquer."

"You mean…?" Kiyohime frowned.

"The CIA got involved," Satria said grimly. "They funded rebellions, spread propaganda, and turned our own people against each other. And when that wasn't enough, The Dutch together with British tried to take direct action." He smirked. "Bad luck for them, though. They attacked my city first—my birthplace. And let's just say… they had no idea what was coming for them. They call Surabaya the City of Heroes not without reason." His wives fell silent for a moment, absorbing his words.

Then, Fran leaned forward, curiosity glimmering in her blue eyes. "What would you do if you were given the responsibility of fixing your country, My Lord?"

Satria tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, deep in thought.

"I'm…" He paused, exhaling slowly. "I'd start by tearing down everything rotten and rebuilding it from the ground up."

His wives exchanged glances.

"…That sounds a bit extreme," Koneko muttered.

Satria smirked. "Maybe. But if a house is infested with termites, patching up the walls won't save it. You either fumigate the place… or burn it down and build anew."

A heavy silence settled in the car.

Then, Fatalis whistled. "Damn. That's some revolutionary talk, hubby."

Satria chuckled. "What can I say? I love my weird country… but sometimes, loving something means being willing to change it—even if that change is painful."

Fatalis chuckled, leaning back against her seat. "Easy to say, but the moment you try to fix things, the so-called 'human rights defenders' will start screaming about democracy and oppression. And let's not forget the idiots—those who'd rather support their colonizers than their own people. You'd have Londo Ireng crawling out of the woodwork, defending the very system that keeps them in chains."

Satria clicked his tongue in irritation. "Yeah, that's the real problem. Too many idiots."

Kurumi raised an eyebrow. "Londo Ireng?"

"A local term," Satria explained with a smirk. "It refers to people who worship their former colonizers, thinking foreign influence is always superior. They'll bend over backwards to serve outsiders while treating their own country like trash."

Fran tilted her head. "So what's stopping you from fixing everything, My Lord? You have the power, the knowledge, and the will. Why not act?"

Satria let out a dry laugh. "Because real change isn't as simple as swinging a sword or defeating an enemy on the battlefield. If I go too far, I risk becoming the tyrant."

Kiyohime nodded in understanding. "A leader must walk a fine line. Too soft, and they'll be devoured by corruption. Too harsh, and they'll be branded a dictator."

"Exactly." Satria sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Even if I had absolute power, there'd always be resistance. The media would twist the narrative, foreign powers would sabotage my efforts, and the people—too blinded by propaganda—would call me the villain."

Koneko frowned. "Then… what's the solution?"

Satria's eyes darkened, his expression unreadable. "Simple. You make them realize the truth without forcing it on them. The moment people want change—truly want it—is the moment revolution becomes unstoppable."

Fatalis smirked. "So you'd be the mastermind in the shadows, guiding the people to their own awakening?"

Satria chuckled. "Something like that. A real leader doesn't just command—he inspires. And when the people themselves rise up to demand better… that's when change becomes inevitable."

His wives exchanged knowing smiles.

No matter where they went, life with Satria was never boring.

The tension in the car dissipated instantly as Valiana, Fran, Koneko, and Fatalis loudly complained about their hunger, their stomachs growling in unison like a chorus of gluttonous wolves.

"Enough of that! Where are we going now? I'm starving, hubby!"

"Me too!"

"Same here!"

"Right! We've been in this car for thirty minutes! We demand food!"

Satria sighed, rubbing his temples as the headache began creeping in. "Give me a break…"

Just as he was about to reassure them, the car's navigation system glitched, and the radio crackled with a sudden emergency broadcast.

"Attention, citizens! An unidentified colossal creature has appeared in the city. Authorities urge everyone to evacuate immediately—"static"—do not engage!"

Satria instinctively slammed on the brakes, the Alphard coming to a sharp stop. His eyes widened as he spotted something massive looming in the distance.

"Not again...!" he cursed, parking the car in a safe area and at the same time, the dimensional chat ringing notification.

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Kazuma-sama: "Nice to meet you, new member! My name is Satou Kazuma, the most handsome and trustworthy man in this group chat! It's an honor to meet you, Lady White!"

Lady White: "Group chat? You must be kidding me! Can this thing help me escape from this cursed dungeon?!"

Esdeath: "Dungeon? Are you trapped in a place filled with strong monsters? That sounds fun~."

Robin: "How did you end up trapped in a dungeon? Are you okay?"

Lady White: "Long story… and I'm fine for now. But is this real? Not some hallucination?"

Spider-Man: "It's real, Lady White. Check the streaming section; you'll find all sorts of crazy battles our members have been in."

Lady White: "WOW! These videos look insane! Wait… @Spider-Man, are you a spider like me?"

Spider-Man: "Uh… pardon?"

Lady White: "Are you a literal spider? I mean, I am. Let me show you."

[Lady White has uploaded a picture.]

Kazuma-sama: "EHHH?! You're an actual spider? How are you even typing?!"

Lady White: "Because I used to be a Japanese high school girl before I got reincarnated into this damn dungeon!"

Kazuma-sama: "Damn… someone out there is even unluckier than me."

Evil Spirit: "A reincarnator, huh? If you ever need help, just call me, @White-san."

Spider-Man: "Yeah, don't worry. You're part of the group now, and we always help our own."

Lady White: "Thank you 😭 I've been alone for so long…"

Hero Hunter: "Tch! Enough of this sappy crap! Who's the strongest here? Show yourself and fight me!"

King of Knights: "What an arrogant PUNK! Do you need me to teach you some manners?!"

Hero Hunter: "Bring it on!!!"

Emilia: "Please stop! We're all friends here! And why do you call yourself 'Hero Hunter'?"

Hero Hunter: "Hmph! Not your business, woman."

Emilia: "It is my business! Many of us are heroes—@Spider-Man, @Robin, @God of Hope, @Ruby. They're all good people, and I don't want you hurting them just because they're heroes. If you have a problem, talk to me. Privately, if needed."

Hero Hunter: "I don't need another lecture!"

Lady White: "Forget the rude guy. Who's the group admin? Is he a good guy?"

Kazuma-sama: "Don't. Say. His. Name. If you summon him, bad things will happen!"

Lady White: "That bad?"

Pervert Sage: "You'll see soon enough."

[DING! GROUP QUEST ACTIVATED]

[Defeat the Naga King Taksaka and Evacuate Civilians]

[0/3 Members Required]

[Participants: FULL]

Hero Hunter: "OI! I want a real fight! Let me in!!"

Evil Spirit: "Oh, @White, you wanted to know about the admin? Well… enjoy the show."

[Evil Spirit has started a live stream]

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A monstrous serpent, black as night and adorned with golden ornaments, slithered through the city. The mere presence of the legendary Naga King, Taksaka, sent waves of fear across the metropolis.

Screams echoed through the streets as the military unleashed their full firepower—tanks, helicopters, missiles—but their efforts were futile. The serpent's poisonous breath melted steel, and each swing of its tail reduced buildings to rubble.

"What the hell is that?" Fran's eyes widened as she watched the destruction unfold.

"No idea," Fatalis shrugged. "Anyone up for fighting a giant snake?"

"Interesting!" Valiana cracked her knuckles. "Let me handle it!"

"Careful, partner," the voice of Albion warned from within her. "That thing rivals my power in my prime."*

Satria exhaled deeply, gripping the Cosmo Plug in his hand. Something about this situation felt… off.

"Danna-sama?" Kiyohime watched as her husband clutched the strange device.

"You girls evacuate the civilians," Satria ordered, stepping forward. "I'll handle this."*

"Boo! No fun!" Valiana pouted, crossing her arms.

"Relax," Albion chuckled. "You wanted to see your hubby's true power, didn't you?"

"True power?" Koneko's cat ears perked up, intrigued.

Without another word, Satria raised the Cosmo Plug—and the city was engulfed in brilliant light.

A radiant, blue giant materialized, his towering form shimmering with an aura of serenity and strength. His very presence exuded warmth, compassion, and an unshakable resolve.

"I-Is that… Hubby?!" Valiana's eyes widened in shock.

"My~" Kiyohime licked her lips, her body shivering in delight. "To think Danna-sama hid this from me… It makes me want to devour him even more tonight."

Koneko, mesmerized by the glow, felt her heart race. "Senpai's power… it's so warm. So beautiful… I never knew a devil like me could feel this peaceful…"

"You knew about this, didn't you?" Kurumi turned to Fatalis, who simply smirked.

"Of course," Fatalis crossed her arms proudly. "He's not just our Satria anymore… he is known across the galaxy as the warrior of light—"

She took a deep breath before declaring his name.

"ULTRAMAN COSMOS!"

The battle for Bali had begun.

To be continued