Chapter 2: Group Chat

Dragon Raja World

Lu Mingfei instinctively snatched the red envelope.

A bright red fruit appeared in his hand.

It looked like an apple, but even more vibrant—its surface glistened, and a refreshing fragrance filled the air.

His brain lagged for a second.

"Wait… what the hell? Is my chūnibyō acting up again? What kind of magic trick is this? Can I even eat it?"

Not far away, a chubby boy snored peacefully.

Lu Mingfei glanced at his round little cousin and immediately dismissed the idea of testing it on him first.

"Uh… Old Tang, I gotta go. Something came up."

His headset crackled as Old Tang responded.

"Quitting already? Alright, alright, next time then."

Quietly, Lu Mingfei sneaked downstairs, making his way to the kitchen.

He carefully washed the mysterious red fruit.

"Well… here goes nothing."

Taking a bite—

Juicy. Sweet. Explosively delicious.

A wave of rich sweetness burst across his tongue, overwhelming his senses.

"Holy sh— this is amazing!"

Suddenly, a warm energy spread from his stomach, flowing into every corner of his body.

The exhaustion from his all-nighter vanished instantly.

Even his dark eye circles were gone.

He felt incredibly refreshed, like he had just taken some kind of super stimulant.

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Demon Slayer World

A blood-red moon hung in the sky.

Yoriichi Tsugikuni could feel his lifeforce fading.

At 80 years old, he was now an old man.

Any moment could be his last.

Yet, he remained the only warrior in history to awaken the Demon Slayer Mark and still live past 25.

Even Muzan Kibutsuji, the Demon King, had been forced to flee in terror before him.

The scars from Yoriichi's blade—Muzan had never been able to fully heal, even at the end of his long life.

The mere sight of Yoriichi's earrings sent Muzan into a panic.

To call Yoriichi the chosen child of the world was no exaggeration.

And yet—

In his hands now lay a strange red fruit.

"This is… odd."

He could sense the fruit's vibrant life force, yet he had no idea where it came from—

as if it had fallen from the void itself.

Yoriichi possessed Transparent World—a vision beyond mere mortals, allowing him to see through all things.

And yet—

He couldn't see through this fruit.

It was not a Blood Demon Art.

It was something else entirely.

"No matter… I am but an old man at death's door. I doubt I'll even live to see the sunrise."

Yoriichi Tsugikuni didn't hesitate any longer.

He lifted the red fruit to his lips—

and took a bite.

A surge of life energy instantly poured into his fading body.

His withered frame regained vitality.

At the very least, he could now live for two more days—

swing his sword two more times.

"Incredible… This fruit is incredible… Is this the work of the gods?"

During the Sengoku era, many clans worshipped divine beings.

Yoriichi himself was born into such a noble family.

A fruit capable of extending life—

To Yoriichi, only a god could possess something like this.

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Naruto World

After a long day of work, the Fourth Hokage, Minato Namikaze, was exhausted.

"So much paperwork… This job is insane."

Minato was no amateur in politics—

but Konoha was filled with scheming old foxes.

Danzo was constantly plotting to steal the Hokage position.

The Third Hokage refused to fully step down.

The Elder Council had their own agendas.

At this point, Minato felt like nothing more than a figurehead.

His gaze drifted to the red fruit sitting on his desk.

"I already tested it. No danger. Let's see what this thing really does."

As a ninja, his instincts were razor-sharp.

From what he could sense, the fruit contained no immediate threats.

The moment he bit into it,

the fatigue of an entire day vanished.

His body felt lighter—

his chakra surged back to full power.

"Unbelievable… My exhaustion is completely gone! Even my chakra flow has improved!"

As Hokage, Minato immediately thought of the battlefield.

"If we had these in war, the impact would be unimaginable."

"This is way better than military ration pills!"

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One Punch Man World

Saitama stared at the red fruit in his hand.

Without a second thought, he popped it into his mouth.

At this point, he had nothing to fear.

Even if it was poisoned, what was the worst that could happen?

Give him a diarrhea?

"Mmm. Pretty good. Sweeter than an apple. Not bad, Group Owner!"

However—

because Saitama was simply too powerful—

the effects of the fruit were nonexistent.

It was like dropping a single drop of water into the ocean.

Any changes?

Absolutely none.

All he knew was—

"Damn, this apple is really sweet."

In the Chat Group

Ren Asakura was feeling extremely happy.

Heck, he was ecstatic!

As the bright future of the nation, he was righteous, passionate, youthful, and full of energy.

But with overwhelming power in a mundane world, he had been bored out of his mind for years.

Now, for the first time in 18 years, he wasn't alone anymore—

He finally had followers!

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[Group Owner: Ren Asakura]:

"Alright, everyone, let's get hyped! Why waste time sleeping when we're alive? We can rest forever when we're dead! This group owner is pulling an all-nighter—let's party!"

As a modern-day youth and a certified reckless idiot, Lu Mingfei was the first to respond.

[Dead Kid]: "Group owner, you're the best! Long live the boss! May you rule the world forever!"

Lu Mingfei was the type of guy who would do anything for a can of soda.

Back in school, he once traded his physical labor for a bottle of Coke.

Now, after receiving a magical apple from the group owner, he was completely won over.

[Demon Slayer]: "Excuse me… are you a divine being?"

Yoriichi Tsugikuni was still feeling a little reserved.

[One Punch Man]:

"By the way, got any more of those red apples? They were pretty good."

[Golden Flash]:

"Yeah, they were delicious. But I don't think they were just regular fruit… After eating one, all my exhaustion from work disappeared instantly."

Saitama scratched his bald head in confusion.

Exhaustion…?

He didn't feel anything at all.

Of course, he didn't.

Ever since he became invincible, he had never felt tired again.

[One Punch Man]:

"Really? I didn't notice anything."

[Demon Slayer]:

"It's true. I can feel my lifespan extending by two more days… Enough time to return to my homeland and pass away peacefully. Thank you, divine one."

[Dead Kid]:

"Wait, you're about to die?"

[Demon Slayer]:

"Yes, I'm already 80 years old."

Yoriichi's profile picture was that of a white-haired elder—

His gaze gentle yet imposing, with a Nichirin Blade sheathed at his side.

Despite his aged appearance, his posture remained straight and unwavering.

Even now, if he entered battle, his power would be just as terrifying as in his prime.

[Dead Kid]:

"Huh. Well, I guess 80 years is a solid run."

As the chat continued, everyone gradually grew more familiar with one another—

and the group began to liven up.