Divine Armor Dragon Bahamut? Straight out of Undefeated Bahamut Chronicle—a mecha harem world. Useless.
Absolute Zero? About as practical as a snowstorm in July.
Shuo stared at his sign-in rewards, unimpressed. Garbage, honestly.
He set them aside and pulled out the True Longinus, channeling his power to awaken Little Saint.
Minutes ticked by. Nothing.
Was this loli god really sleeping that deeply?
Just as Shuo started doubting, the spear blazed with golden light.
Suddenly, a petite figure materialized in his arms—radiant, holy, and outrageously cute.
Golden hair. Amber eyes. Skin like polished jade. Her tiny frame was almost criminally adorable.
"Little Saint, finally! I thought you'd never wake up—I was starting to think you'd slept yourself silly!"
Shuo hugged her tight, barely containing his excitement.
But Little Saint puffed out her cheeks, glaring up at him with wounded pride.
"You perv! Look at all these girls in your house. You're way too much of a playboy!"
She'd heard about his harem dreams before, but seeing it in person was another story.
So many girls—lolis, mature types, maids, you name it.
Devils, humans, dragons, angels, yokai.
His tastes were ridiculous.
"They just keep getting broader, don't they?"
She squirmed in his arms, muttering her complaints.
Shuo met her gaze, trying for a sheepish smile.
"Uh… cut me some slack, Little Saint. Please?"
She huffed, hands on hips, chin lifted in classic tsundere fashion.
"Hmph! Fine, but I'm laying down the law—I have to be the main wife. Got it?"
As the strongest god in the three realms—the creator of Heaven itself—there was no way she'd settle for anything less.
Shuo coughed, trying to stall.
"Isn't that moving a little fast? We haven't even defined our relationship yet…"
Little Saint's eyes flashed.
"Oh? You forced a kiss on me in front of everyone, and now you say we're not official? Trying to run, are you?"
Before Shuo could protest, she bit his neck—sharp and sudden.
"Ow—ow ow ow! Okay, okay, I surrender!"
Normally, Shuo's defenses were ironclad, but against Little Saint, he'd let his guard down.
She finally let go, huffing again.
"So, do you admit I'm the main wife?"
"Fine, fine, you win!"
Letting Little Saint take charge would save him endless jealousy drama.
Rias and the others had always vied for the main spot, but truthfully, none of them had the strength or status to keep Kuroka, Tiamat, or Little Saint in line.
Even the "other world" girls like Nayuki wouldn't accept anyone else.
Better to let the Biblical God herself manage the chaos.
Well… except for Ophis. Not even Little Saint could tame the Infinite Dragon.
"Smart boy."
She released him, smug.
"Come on, let's go meet the others."
Shuo gently patted her back, smiling.
"Alright!"
Little Saint hopped down, conjuring a golden dress in a flash.
Hand in hand, they walked into the living room.
Every girl turned to look.
For a moment, the room was silent—then Gabriel and Tiamat gasped, eyes wide.
"God!"
"The Biblical God?!"
"That's… really her?!"
Shock rippled through the group.
Rias, Sona, Koneko—all struggled to process the loli before them.
"The Biblical God is a loli?"
Brains short-circuited.
Xenovia, Asia, Irina—once devout followers—instinctively began to pray.
Xenovia, now a devil, clutched her head in confusion.
Little Saint smiled and cast a gentle blessing, easing Xenovia's pain.
Grayfia watched with sharp eyes.
The Biblical God, alive and well, standing here? Impossible.
She suspected Shuo and Little Saint were putting on a show—but if this was real, the world was about to change.
Shuo cleared his throat, bracing himself.
"Uh… from now on, Little Saint is the main wife. Everyone, play nice."
The announcement hit like a thunderbolt.
Rias and Sona stared, wounded.
They'd fought hard against Gabriel and Kuroka, but now the Biblical God herself was in the running? There was no contest.
Asia and Xenovia's faith wavered—how could their Lord suddenly become a romantic rival?
Irina looked on the verge of existential crisis.
"To celebrate Little Saint joining us, let's have a welcome party!"
Shuo tried to change the subject.
Every girl rolled their eyes, but soon the mood lightened.
They chatted with Little Saint, who quickly fit right in.
That night, Little Saint shot Shuo a glare full of silent accusation before heading off to Heaven.
The system there needed her attention—Michael had managed so far, but only the true owner could restore order.
Shuo watched her go, knowing the world was about to get a lot more interesting.
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