As the dust of battle settled and the last embers of Satria's attack faded, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed across the ruined field.
The wives gathered around him, their auras still faintly glowing from their respective powers.
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[Mission Complete]
[36,000© will be distributed]
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[16,000© → Frost Dragon Empress + Surprise Box 🎁]
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"Good work, Master." Jeanne said with a proud smile, wiping ash off his shoulder.
"As expected of Danna-sama," Kiyohime added, her tone sweet but her eyes fiercely possessive.
"You did great, Senpai," Koneko said, her small grin betraying her usual stoicism.
Satria folded his arms and smirked smugly. "Of course. That was nothing but a warm–Ugh…"
Mid-sentence, his knees buckled. His aura flickered.
"Master! You okay, honey?!" Jeanne caught him before he hit the ground, panic flashing in her voice.
Satria groaned dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. "Damn… I underestimated the side effects of using that much sunshine power…"
From afar, Amaterasu watched silently — eyes narrowing in both admiration and intrigue.
'He still bears human limits after all… yet he wields power like a sun god.'
Then, with a snap of his fingers, Satria conjured a full picnic set blanket, snacks, and cold drinks right there on the battlefield.
"C-can you girls let me rest for a second?" he said, collapsing backward. "I need a quick recharge."
All four of his companions looked at each other. They knew. That was his "I'm totally fine but pretending to be dying so I can nap on someone's lap" face.
Velzard crossed her arms. "You're unbelievable."
But before she could stop it—
"Honey, rest on mine~" Jeanne declared, already kneeling down.
"No! Danna-sama belongs here!" Kiyohime argued, practically shoving her aside.
Koneko crouched with her cat-like reflexes. "Senpai, mine's softer."
Velzard huffed, cheeks faintly pink. "Move kittens. I'll do it properly."
Within seconds, the battlefield of gods turned into a domestic warzone over lap-pillow rights.
Amaterasu, standing there amid the chaos, could only blink in disbelief.
"These people… just finished slaying a mythical titan, and now they're fighting over who gets to be his pillow."
Sung Jinwoo (or rather, the wannabe Jinwoo) stood with his arms crossed, watching from afar as Rias's peerage tended to the battered Issei.
'Tch... so it's already this arc? Why the hell couldn't I get reincarnated during the Riser Arc instead? At least then I'd have a shot at impressing my waifu before this perverted trash stole all the screen time.'
He sighed, the corner of his lips twitching in annoyance.
'Look at him. Beaten, bloody useless... and still getting pampered. Maybe I'll "accidentally" beat him later. Just once. For peace of mind.'
Akeno, smiling gently, stepped forward. "We thank you for saving us, sir. May I ask who you are?"
Jinwoo flashed his usual cold-yet-charming smile. "It was just coincidence. I happened to be nearby... I'm just a human curious about the Underworld."
That one word, human, made Akeno blink.
"Wait, human? Then are you perhaps part of the Shadow Garden? The one led by Kazuma-sama?"
Jinwoo froze.
'...Excuse me, what?'
"Huh? Shadow Garden? Led by who?" His poker face almost cracked.
Akeno nodded earnestly. "Kazuma Satou—the leader of the Shadow Garden. He's the human hero who saved the peace summit when the Khaos Brigade attacked."
Jinwoo's jaw dropped slightly, eyes twitching.
'Kazuma Satou? That Kazuma? The guy who steals panties and dies to frogs? You're telling me he leads the Shadow Garden now?!'
He rubbed his temple, trying to process.
'No, no, no way. Cid Kagenou leads Shadow Garden. Everyone knows that. How the hell did Konosuba's clown become some interdimensional boss man?! And why am I the only one who finds this insane?!'
Trying to mask his confusion, Jinwoo simply said, "That's... impressive."
A slow clap echoed from nearby.
"Well done, stranger. Quite the entrance," said Azazel, grinning like he already knew more than he let on.
Jinwoo turned toward the incoming group — a mix of powerful auras and sharp eyes. He subtly activated his appraisal.
Azazel – Level 90.
Grayfia – Level 93.
Falbium – Level 93.
Ajuka – Level 94.
Michael – Level 101.
Serafall – Level 105.
Sirzechs – Level 125.
Odin – Level 123.
He smirked.
'Impressive... but still below me. This world's "gods" are just high-tier side bosses at best.'
But then his gaze wandered and what he saw nearly made him choke.
Off to the side, amidst picnic baskets and cheerful chatter, stood a familiar silver-haired woman, casually glaring at a teasing man with a smug grin.
'Velzard?! As in that Velzard?! What the hell is she doing here?!'
His eyes darted again.
Kiyohime (Fate) – smiling obsessively at the same man.
Jeanne d'Arc (Fate) – tending to him like a devoted wife.
Koneko (DxD) – curled up on his side, perfectly at peace.
And in the middle of them the smug bastard himself, lazily sipping a drink like he owned reality.
'…What the hell kind of crossover world is this?' Jinwoo thought, veins popping. 'Tensura's True Dragon, Fate's Servants, DxD's loli Nekomata… and... Who's that bastard?!' His eye twitched as he adjusted his coat. 'Tch. The True Dragon stats completely eclipse mine. Thank god my hax abilities and EA still give me the edge if things go south.'
He exhaled slowly, forcing his face back into calm indifference.
Azazel folded his arms, still smiling that easy, disarming smile. "Name's Azazel, Governor-General of the Fallen Angels. Mind introducing yourself, mystery man?"
The stranger's eyes narrowed slightly. His shadow rippled beneath him like liquid night.
"...My name is Sung Jin-Woo. The Shadow Monarch. I came here because this place... interests me."
The moment the title left his lips, everyone felt the weight of his presence. Even the air darkened.
Michael frowned. "Shadow Monarch? I've never heard of such a title. Yet your aura... it's immense. Are you perhaps a member of the Shadow Garden led by Kazuma-sama?"
At that, Jinwoo's eyes flashed crimson. The ground trembled as a suffocating dark pressure erupted from him. "I serve no one! Not gods, not devils, not mortals! I bow to no one especially to this Kazuma!"
His declaration split the earth with shockwaves. Instantly, Serafall and the others moved into defensive stance, their magic circles flaring to life.
"So he's not one of Shin-kun's friends, then!" Serafall shouted over the roaring pressure.
"Shin?" Jinwoo's fury flickered into curiosity. He glanced again toward the strange group and spotted a young man sipping from a cup of iced cappuccino, looking completely unbothered.
With a flick of his fingers, Jinwoo's appraisal activated.
== STATUS ==
Name: Shin
Race: Human
Titles: Tukang Seblak Legendaris, Tukang Servis Electronic Serba Bisa, Best Employee of PT Mencari Cinta Sejati, Food Blogger
Ability: Happy-Happy Gacha {summons female characters possessing the powers and abilities of their original worlds}
Justice Crash {Uses "Justice" as a projectile, hurling bicycle at his opponent}
Level: 12
HP: 120
MP: 240
Strength: 29
Agility: 17
Stamina: 25
Intelligence: 27
Luck: 6969
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Jinwoo blinked once.
'...What in the name of all dimensions am I looking at?'
His expression twitched.
'Level 12?! Strength 29?! How does someone this weak walk beside those female? Wait—high Luck? Maybe he's like King from OPM… terrifying reputation, zero power. Definitely a fraud.'
He scoffed inwardly.
'No matter. He's irrelevant. Just another weakling riding the coattails of real warriors. Still, that ridiculous Luck stat and his weird Gacha skills... maybe it's brainwashing these women. Don't worry, ladies—your savior has arrived.'
Meanwhile, from his seat, Satria sipped his drink, eyes glinting with amusement.
"Heh... exactly as I thought," he muttered under his breath. "He can read stats too. And he's already underestimating me. That's your first mistake, Monarch. Never judge a man by his numbers."
Velzard tilted her head toward him. "Are you enjoying this, Satria-kun?"
He grinned, resting his chin on his palm. "Oh, absolutely. Watching overconfident idiot dig their own graves is my favorite entertainment."
The air grew tense. The Fallen Angels, Devils, and even the Seraphs formed a half-circle around the dark figure, their eyes wary. The Shadow Monarch stood calm, his obsidian aura faintly rippling like black mist ready to devour light itself.
Among them, Odin's gaze burned with fury. His grip tightened on Gungnir, the divine spear trembling with restrained killing intent. That man—no, that thing—had not only slain his son but twisted his corpse into a mindless soldier. For the All-Father, this was the highest insult.
"You dare desecrate the dead, necromancer! You kill my son and enslave his soul—have you no shame?!" Odin's voice thundered through the hall, his divine pressure shaking the ground.
Before anyone could react, he pointed Gungnir at Jinwoo. The tip glowed with searing divine energy, ready to pierce.
"Wait, Odin-dono!" Sirzechs raised a hand, his tone sharp.
Ignis, the fiery shadow knight, stepped forward in outrage, flames erupting around his body. "You dare insult my master, godling? Master, allow me to silence this arrogant fool!"
But Jinwoo's hand calmly stopped him. "No," he said coldly, stepping forward. His gaze was unreadable—calm, yet sharp enough to pierce gods. "I help you people, and this is how you repay me?" His voice echoed through the room, low and venomous. "How typical. Gods—always so prideful, so certain the world revolves around them. You think yourselves divine rulers, yet your world rots beneath your arrogance." A mocking smirk curved his lips. "Allow me to educate you on your true size, old man."
"Insolent brat!" Odin roared and charged, divine energy bursting from him like a storm.
But before he could reach Jinwoo—
SHHNK!
Golden chains shot out from a glowing portal, wrapping around Odin mid-air. The god crashed down, struggling as the divine bindings tightened.
"W-What sorcery is this?" Odin snarled, trying to break free—but the harder he resisted, the tighter the chains constricted.
Jinwoo raised a hand, and his shadow soldiers knelt in reverence. His tone became almost bored. "Enkidu. The chain of Heaven," he explained with casual menace. "A weapon forged to humble prideful gods like you. You should be honored to witness it." He summoned a new weapon from his shadow—a blade that radiated both darkness and divinity, humming with destructive intent. "As punishment for your arrogance, I shall take one of your arms. Let it remind you of your place before the Monarch."
Before he could swing, a brilliant light flared between them.
"Stop, Jinwoo-kun!" a familiar voice cried.
Amaterasu descended, her divine flames gently dissolving the chains around Odin. Her expression was stern, her tone pleading.
"Yasaka-chan would never approve of this! We came here to establish peace, not ignite war. Don't lose sight of that."
The hall fell silent. Jinwoo's expression softened for a brief moment, then he clicked his tongue and dismissed the weapon. "Hn. Consider yourself fortunate, All-Father. I'm in a generous mood today."
Odin gasped for air, glaring at him—but said nothing. Even he could sense it. That power… that aura… it was dangerous.
The Shadow Monarch turned away, his coat fluttering with dark energy. "Remember this," he said, his voice echoing like a death sentence. "I do not kneel to gods. I erase them."
The sky suddenly darkened. A ripple of otherworldly power spread through the battlefield, and everyone turned their gaze upward.
There, descending gracefully from the clouds, was a small girl with long black hair, wearing a gothic lolita dress. Her presence was silent—but her aura pressed down heavier than a mountain.
"O-Ophis…" Azazel's eyes widened. "What are you doing here?"
The girl didn't answer him. Her snake-like eyes stared only at Sung Jinwoo.
'Hmm… So this is Ophis, huh?' Jinwoo thought, intrigued. 'The Infinite Dragon God herself. Now, what business does she have with me?'
Ophis slowly raised her hand and pointed directly at him. "I came to recruit you," she said in her usual emotionless tone. "I need your help to defeat Baka Red and reclaim my home. Join me, and I shall grant you benefits far beyond what these weaklings could ever offer."
The silence that followed was heavy. Even Michael's wings twitched uneasily. "This is bad," the Seraph muttered. "If he joins the Khaos Brigade, it could tip the entire balance of power…"
But Jinwoo's expression didn't change.
'She's strong… dangerously strong. But I'm not into lolis, and joining a terrorist group is definitely not on my to-do list.' He looked at Ophis seriously. "No. I've heard enough about you. I refuse to let anyone dictate my path."
Ophis tilted her head slightly. "Okay," she said simply and then turned around.
Everyone blinked.
'That's it? No threats? No forced fight?' Jinwoo exhaled in relief. 'Fighting her one-on-one without prep would've been suicide.'
Off to the side, Satria watched the exchange with an awkward grin. "They're still at it, huh? I thought those two already made up…" he mumbled.
He wasn't kidding—he remembered their reconciliation vividly. Maybe too vividly. The night Ophis and Great Red finally made peace… was also the night all three of them got very close.
'Damn it… thinking about it now makes me hard,' Satria grumbled internally.
"Ara~ Danna-sama…" Kiyohime whispered in his ear, her voice sultry and teasing. "You're thinking something very naughty, aren't you?" Her serpentine tongue flicked into his ear, making him jolt.
"H-Huh!? How did you—are you an esper or something?!" Satria stammered.
Jeanne giggled, wrapping her arms around his other side. "What a bad boy Master is~ Don't worry, honey. Once we return home, this big sister will spoil you with love."
Koneko climbed onto his lap, rubbing her cheek against his chest with a mischievous purr. "I want senpai to love me too… with the others~"
"W-wait! Not here! You're making it worse!" Satria protested, his face crimson as his body got surrounded by giggling women.
Velzard, standing nearby, had turned beet red. The dragoness had no idea how to respond to this level of open affection. Her body twitched nervously as she looked anywhere but at them.
Kiyohime leaned toward her with a playful smile. "Ara~ You okay, Velzard-san? Sorry if we're being… too loud with our love~" Then she whispered something scandalous into Velzard's ear.
The mighty True Dragon turned away instantly, her face covered with both hands.
Kiyohime grinned. "If you're interested, let me know first. Danna-sama isn't an ordinary man, after all~"
Before the chaos could get any steamier, Valiana and her team arrived, landing beside the sealed Fenrir. The massive wolf was frozen solid in an elegant block of blue-white ice.
"Heh… so he's the one behind that monstrous power surge," Valiana muttered, arms crossed.
"You already make contact with him, aren't you, Kuroka? Is he truly strong as rumoured?"
"Of course~ He's strong, nya~" Kuroka licked her lips, her tail swishing. She raised her hand and summoned fire, trying to melt the ice. "But what the—?! My flames can't even scratch this ice, nya!"
Valiana sighed, already pulling out her smartphone. She sent a quick message.
Across the field, Satria waved casually and gave her a thumbs up. A moment later, the ice shattered into mist—Velzard had canceled her magic.
"…Did he just wave at us?" murmured the small witch-like girl beside Valiana. Her wide eyes blinked in disbelief.
"No. You're imagining things," Valiana replied, dodging the question smoothly.
Arthur stepped forward, sword in hand. "Well, whatever. The ice is gone. Let's finish this." He plunged Excalibur Ruler into Fenrir's skull, the divine energy sealing the beast completely. "What's next?" he asked.
Valiana smirked wickedly, her eyes glinting with excitement as she faced the infamous Shadow Monarch. Her aura flared, shaking the ground beneath her.
Before anyone could react, she shot forward like a white comet, closing the distance in an instant.
"So you're the one who released that power, huh?" she said, cracking her knuckles. "Let's see what you're made of! My name is Valiana the White Dragon Emperor—fight me!"
Satria nearly dropped his drink. "Oh, for heaven's sake—don't tell me she's actually picking a fight with him!?" He facepalmed. "Vali, babe, why do you always do this when you see someone shiny!?" He glanced at Jinwoo and groaned inwardly. 'He may be a wannabe, but that power is real. If this goes wrong, I'll have to jump in.'
"Valiana?! She's really here!" Azazel shouted, completely caught off guard.
"I can't believe this…" Serafall muttered. "First Loki, the Titan, Shadow Monarch, now her? This day's chaos level is off the charts!"
Igris moved instantly, blade drawn. "You dare challenge my Liege? Know your place!"
But Jinwoo raised a hand, stopping his knight. "Stand down, Igris. Let me dance with her myself."
He smirked and dashed forward, his blade colliding with Valiana's gauntlet in a burst of shockwaves. Sparks and black aura crackled across the battlefield.
Valiana grinned wildly. "Not bad! You're actually strong! I heard you're supposed to be terrifying, but this is fun! Show me more!!!"
Their blows rang out like thunderclaps—shadow blades slicing through light, draconic aura roaring in answer. After a fierce exchange, both landed apart, dust swirling between them.
Jinwoo brushed the dust off his shoulder, smiling confidently. "You're strong too, just like the rumors said. I heard you're always looking for a worthy opponent. Well—here I am."
Valiana smirked, sweat running down her cheek. "Heh, not bad. You're way more fun than my eternal rival. Tell me your name, stranger"
Jinwoo chuckled lowly. "Really? Then listen carefully and remember this—" he pointed his sword at her, his tone smooth and teasing, "—I'm Sung Jinwoo, the Shadow Monarch. And honestly… I don't like hitting someone as beautiful and dazzling as you. How about we talk this out instead? Maybe… get to know each other more?" Jinwoo's eyes wandered south. 'Damn, she's gorgeous… even better than her male version. And those… assets… even rival the Gremory girl's.'
Valiana froze, then her expression snapped into pure disgust. "Oi, where are you looking at, you perverted bastard?!"
Jinwoo's smile vanished, replaced by cold fury. He took a slow step forward, his aura expanding like an ocean of darkness.
"...Silent, woman." His voice was low, dangerous. "Just because you're beautiful doesn't mean you can speak so carelessly before me."
Valiana's draconic energy flared, but his presence was suffocating, the sky itself seemed to dim. "You dare talk to me like that?"
"I'm the Shadow Monarch," he said, his tone absolute. "Next time you open your mouth, remember your place… or I'll teach you something even more valuable than respect." He leaned in slightly, his shadow crawling over her feet. "Fear."
The air turned heavy. Even the veteran fighters watching from afar swallowed hard as the sheer pressure of Jinwoo's killing intent blanketed the field.
Valiana glared, unflinching despite the tension. "You think I'm scared of you? Then you're dumber than you look."
Jinwoo's expression darkened, his eyes igniting with ominous violet light. "Then you leave me no choice…" He spread his hands, black energy swirling violently around him like a living storm. "Now I'll demonstrate—the true power of Shadows Monarch! The one who commands legions, who conquers realms!"
"Haiya! Why's this guy so arrogant and grumpy? Did someone bully him in the past?" Satria muttered, brow twitching. Then it clicked— "Wait. Did this guy just flirt and threaten my wife!?" His expression darkened instantly. "Nope. Not under my watch, dude."
A blinding golden aura burst out from behind him, shaking the ground as a radiant humanoid figure materialized—muscular, divine, and crackling with power.
"Golden Platinum: Overheaven."
The golden stand flexed, and the air rippled from the pressure. "Time to teach this Shadow Simp what happens when you mess with married women!"
Before anyone could blink, Satria stand vanished—his speed tearing the air apart. In that instant… all motion froze. Even time itself seemed to hold its breath.
A faint shimmer passed over Jinwoo. Then—zip!—a quick motion.
When time resumed, the Shadow Monarch stood frozen in confusion. His regal black suit was gone—replaced by sparkling pink unicorn pajamas covered in heart patterns, with his bottom exposed.
Satria appeared a few meters away, doubled over in laughter. "I can't wait to see his face when he realizes what just happened."
The entire crowd fell silent for one second then chaos erupted.
Sona gasped, covering her eyes. "Wh-why is he dressed like that?!"
Kuroka snorted. "Nya~ someone's bold today~."
Akeno giggled behind her hand. "Ara~ a confident man indeed. Maybe Rias should take notes?"
"AKENO!" Rias shouted, face crimson.
Rossweisse fainted on the spot, while Irina mumbled a prayer for decency.
Azazel pinched his nose. "I need a memory eraser for days like this."
Sirzechs sighed. "Make that two."
Michael just stood there, silently re-evaluating existence.
Arthur's glasses cracked.
Saji keeled over. "I need to puke…"
"Same man." Issei said.
Bikou gave a thumbs up. "Whoever did this—respect, man."
Serafall was wheezing. "Pffft! Your faction just keeps getting better!"
Amaterasu's eyebrow twitched dangerously. "Sung Jinwoo! What on earth are you doing?!"
Grayfia folded her arms. "Such audacity… he is no ordinary pervert."
Kiyohime sighed. "Typical Danna-sama…"
Sung Jinwoo paused when he noticed several girls covering their faces, cheeks flushed.
'Heh… Are they awed by my presence? My aura must be too intoxicating,' he thought proudly.
Meanwhile, Odin was fuming. "You DARE mock the gods with such nonsense?! HAVE YOU NO SHAME?!"
Jinwoo blinked, finally looking down. His expression slowly warped from confusion to horror. "...What the—?! WHO DID THIS TO ME!?"
Igris dashed forward, sword drawn. "My liege! Your dignity! Allow me to cover you!"
"WHO DID THIS?!" Jinwoo roared, dark aura bursting outward like a storm of shadows.
No one answered. Only the wind filled the silence.
That was the final straw.
Jinwoo's patience snapped—his black aura exploded like a typhoon, swallowing the sky.
"ENOUGH! I WILL DESTROY—"
And then—tap.
Satria stand was already behind him again. One golden finger flick. Right on target.
A serious series nut tap.
"AGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Jinwoo screamed, collapsing to the ground, rolling in agony. His shadows writhed uselessly, reacting to their master's pain.
"My Lord!!" Igris panicked, slashing at the empty air. "Who dares attack the Monarch's sacred— I-I don't even see anyone!"
Satria, now crying from holding his laughter, clutched his stomach. "Pffft—That what you get for being an asshole."
Jinwoo glared with watery eyes. "I'LL… REMEMBER… THIS!!!"
"Sure you will," Satria wheezed slowly. "Every time you sleep."
"WE'RE LEAVING, IGRIS!!!" Jinwoo barked between groans. "Whoever did this—when I find you, I'll unleash something worse than DEATH!"
As the portal closed, silence fell once more.
Then Serafall smiled awkwardly. "So, uh… peace talks, anyone?"
To be continued…