What is this Dimensional Chat???

The moonlight streamed through the apartment's windows, casting eerie shadows across the walls. The silence was thick, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of a clock.

Kurumi Tokisaki lounged on the plush sofa, staring at the ceiling with an expression of boredom. One slender finger twirled a strand of her dark hair as she sighed dramatically.

"I'm bored."

It had been a week since she left Satria's side. A week that felt unnaturally long, stretched by the absence of her beloved puppy.

Satria had a way of making the simplest moments feel grand. His playful teasing, his unwavering devotion, the way he spoiled her and their family with affection—she never had to ask. He just knew.

A flicker of warmth spread through her chest at the memory of him, but it was quickly chased by a rush of embarrassment. Her cheeks tinged pink as she buried her face into a pillow, muffling a groan.

"What am I thinking? Since when did I start acting like a spoiled girl? Wake up!"

Shaking off the sentimentality, she pushed herself up and strode toward her desk. With a flick of her fingers, she powered on the computer. The screen lit up with rows of encrypted files—stolen intelligence from Deus Ex Machina Industries.

One document in particular caught her eye. The Spirit Formula.

This was the key to a new project under Black Dragon, the secret underground organization led by Fatalis-san. And me? She and I was one of its founding members.

Her fingers danced across the keyboard, scanning the files.

The plan was simple, yet brilliant. First, they would experiment with the formula to develop a temporary enhancement serum—Compound-F. It would grant superhuman abilities, a taste of power that many in the world craved.

Of course, there would be an antidote. No one would get to use their creations against them.

"The dream of many is to be a hero," she mused, a slow, dangerous smile forming. "All we do is provide the means… for a price."

But Black Dragon's ambitions didn't stop there.

Cybernetics, advanced weaponry, magic fused with science—their goal was absolute domination of the black market. They would secure rare materials and artifacts, eliminate threats lurking in the shadows, and ensure their family's influence reached every corner of the world.

And if anyone dared to challenge them?

"Sometimes, being good isn't enough," Kurumi whispered to herself. "Sometimes, extreme measures are necessary."

The thrill of it all sent a shiver down her spine.

But before she set things in motion, she needed talent. Loyal, skilled individuals who could help realize their vision.

Kurumi leaned back, stretching lazily before opening her Dimensional Chat Shop. Two unopened Surprise Boxes awaited her.

Her smile turned sharper.

"Prepare yourself, Westcott," she murmured, golden clockwork eyes gleaming. "Enjoy what little time you have left… because the hunt is about to begin."

With a soft click, she opened the first box.

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[You opened the Surprise Box]

[Congratulations! You have obtained: The Dark World Surrogate (Level 1)]

Description: Grants control over curses and poisons. Allows the user to raise an army using dead monsters as materials.

Level Up: Slay living beings or use coins from the Dimensional Chat Group.

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Kurumi's golden clockwork eyes gleamed as she read the notification.

"My~ How interesting."

She scrolled through her status screen, reviewing her new abilities. Some were locked, waiting to be unlocked through combat or investment. But one thing was certain—this power could prove very useful.

"Maybe Fran-chan or White Lady can help me level up in their world… and…"

Before she could finish her thought, another notification popped up.

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[Congratulations! You have obtained: Summon Servant]

Description: Grants the ability to summon one random servant from the Throne of Heroes and receive three command spells.

Summoning Chant:

"Fill, Fill, Fill, Fill, Fill…"

Kurumi's lips curled into an amused smirk.

"A servant? From the Throne of Heroes? I should ask Honey about this first… but…"

She tapped her chin, debating for all of two seconds.

"Nah~ Surprises are fun. Let's get to it."

She quickly memorized the chant before stepping into an open space in her apartment. With a slow, deliberate breath, she began reciting the incantation.

"Fill, Fill, Fill, Fill, Fill…

Heed my call, my will creates your body, and your sword creates my destiny…"

As she spoke, the atmosphere in the room shifted. The temperature plummeted. The once-steady hum of electricity flickered into an ominous silence. The very air grew heavy, charged with something ancient and powerful.

Kurumi's heart pounded in anticipation.

"Seventh heaven clad, And the great words of power… Come forth from the circle of bindings, Guardian of Scales!"

A brilliant magic circle flared to life beneath her feet, intricate patterns glowing with raw energy.

Then—

A blinding light erupted.

Kurumi stumbled back, shielding her eyes as shadows twisted and coiled around the summoning circle. A surge of mana flooded the room, pressing down on her like a tidal wave.

And when the light finally dimmed—

She saw her.

Standing in the center of the circle was a regal figure, her presence demanding attention.

Long, silver-white hair cascaded down her back, glowing faintly under the remnants of magical energy. Piercing blue eyes regarded Kurumi with an unsettling mixture of curiosity and cold authority. She wore a flowing gown of deep violet, embroidered with silver and emeralds, exuding an aura of absolute command.

A presence impossible to ignore.

The woman's expression was unreadable as she took in her surroundings. Then, in a voice both commanding and frigid, she spoke.

"So… you are the one who summoned me?" Her gaze sharpened. "Answer."

Kurumi tilted her head, smiling sweetly.

"Yup~" she replied cheerfully. "The name's Kurumi Tokisaki. Pleasure to meet you, my dear Servant. It was an accident, really—just a random summon. But it looks like I got lucky with someone as breathtaking as you."

For the briefest moment, the servant's brow arched, as if taken aback by the unexpected flattery. But her expression quickly returned to one of cold detachment.

"An accident?" she mused. "Interesting. Very few have the ability to summon me—let alone by mere chance."

Kurumi hummed in amusement.

"Fufu~ Fortune must favor me, then. How about a proper introduction?"

The woman straightened, her presence radiating undeniable power.

"Berserker, Morgan." Her voice was as sharp as a blade. "I am the ruler of Britain's fairy kingdom. The one who curses Pan-Human history."

Her next words sent a chill down Kurumi's spine.

"If you have no objections… I shall lend you my power as a Servant. However—"

Her gaze locked onto Kurumi, eyes glinting with something almost dangerous.

"My status as Queen is absolute. You will either serve me as a vassal—"

She took a step forward, the floor beneath her subtly cracking under her presence.

"—or as my wife."

Kurumi blinked.

Then, she laughed.

"My, my~ How bold of you, Your Majesty~" she purred, placing a hand over her heart in an exaggerated display. "Unfortunately, I must decline. My loyalty already belongs to someone else."

The temperature dropped.

Morgan's once-neutral expression froze, her eyes narrowing into something dangerous.

"…No."

The single word was final.

"The moment you summoned me, you became mine, Master." Her tone was icy, absolute. "Who is this person you speak of?"

Kurumi's playful smirk faltered slightly.

Morgan stepped forward, her presence looming.

"I want to meet this 'person'—"

Her eyes flashed.

"—Now."

•

The streets of Manila bustled with life. Jeepneys rumbled past, their vibrant colors and intricate designs reflecting the soul of the city. The scent of freshly grilled isaw (chicken intestines) and banana cue lingered in the humid air, blending with the distant sound of street performers strumming their guitars.

And in the heart of it all, Satria stood on a makeshift stage, surrounded by a crowd that had gathered for his free medical mission.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen!" Satria's clone clapped his hands, addressing the people in fluent Tagalog. "We're here from S.T.R company to help! Free check-ups, free medicine, no need to pay a single peso!"

A man in the crowd raised an eyebrow. "Libre? Wala talagang bayad?" (Free? No payment at all?)

Satria laughed. "Syempre! Libre talaga! Ang gusto ko lang ay makita kayong lahat na malusog at masaya!" (Of course! Totally free! I just want to see you all healthy and happy!)

The crowd cheered.

"Salamat po, Doc Satria!" an elderly woman said, holding his hands with gratitude. "Marami sa amin walang pambili ng gamot. Salamat sa kabutihan mo." (Many of us can't afford medicine. Thank you for your kindness)

Satria smiled warmly. "Walang anuman, Lola. Lagi akong nandito para sa inyo." (You're welcome, Grandma. I'm always here for you)

•

"Achoo!"

Satria's clone sniffed, rubbing his nose.

A young girl giggled. "Are you okay?"

He grinned, hands on his hips. "I'm fine, little one. You can call me Satria." He puffed out his chest. "It's just… I sensed someone talking about me. Not surprising, though—I am this smart and adorable. Don't you agree?"

The girl giggled again. "Hehe… You're so funny, big bro Satria. And… can you really make me better?"

Satria knelt beside her bed, ruffling her hair. "Trust me, princess. You're in good hands."

Her mother, who had been standing anxiously by the door, clasped her hands together. "Mr. Satria, please… you must help my daughter. She's been terribly ill for months. The other doctors… they said there's nothing they can do."

Satria's expression softened. "Don't worry, ma'am. I'll do my best." His voice carried a quiet confidence. "But I need a moment alone with her. Is that alright?"

The mother hesitated, then nodded and stepped out, closing the door behind her.

Satria reached into his bag and pulled out a small, glowing vial filled with an iridescent blue liquid. He carefully filled a syringe with the experimental drug—one he had developed using research stolen from Hydra's labs.

It wasn't just science.

It was hope.

"Are you ready?" he asked gently.

The girl hesitated. "Will it hurt?"

Satria smiled reassuringly. "Not at all. Maybe just a tiny pinch—like an ant bite. But I promise, this will help you feel better."

With practiced ease, he held the syringe like a pencil and inserted the needle into her arm.

"There, all done. Not so bad, right?"

She blinked. "It barely hurt at all!"

"Told you~" He winked. "Now, close your eyes and think of something nice. A sunny day, your favorite place… anything beautiful."

The girl shut her eyes, smiling. "I'm thinking of thousands of islands… each with soft, white sand where you can build the best sandcastles. There are clownfish like Wemo, big turtles, and even friendly dolphins jumping out of the water!"

As she spoke, Satria activated his power—Ultraman Cosmos, Luna Mode.

A soft blue glow radiated from his eyes as he used his energy to analyze the drug's effects. He could cure her outright with his power, but that wasn't the point.

The drug had to work.

It had to be real—something that could be mass-produced and distributed worldwide.

'Please work… Please work…'

Seconds passed.

Then—

The girl's breathing steadied. Color returned to her pale cheeks.

Satria held his breath. 'Is it…?'

She slowly opened her eyes, blinking in wonder. "I feel… warm… better?"

She pushed back the covers and sat up—then hesitated.

Her eyes widened.

She flexed her fingers. Then her arms.

Then—

She jumped to her feet.

She gasped. "No way… I—I feel like new!"

Before Satria could react, she threw herself at him, hugging him tightly. "Thank you! Thank you, big brother Satria!"

He chuckled, hugging her back. "Of course! I am the hero of kindness, after all. Helping people is what I do!"

The sound of her joyful cry reached outside.

Within seconds, the door burst open.

Her mother and several of Satria's subordinates rushed in, their faces filled with shock.

"Mia…?" Her mother's voice trembled.

The girl spun around. "Mom, look at me!"

She ran across the room, lifting her arms, jumping on her toes—completely healed.

Her mother collapsed to her knees, tears spilling from her eyes. "You… You must be kidding me…"

One of Satria's recruits muttered in disbelief. "The boss actually did it… This is a miracle."

Another clenched his fists. "I knew quitting my old job to join this company was the right choice."

The mother, still shaking, reached out and embraced her daughter tightly. "Mia… Oh, my sweet girl…!"

Satria stepped back, watching the reunion with a satisfied smile.

The mother turned to him, bowing deeply. "Mr. Satria… I—I don't know how to thank you…! What can we do to repay your kindness?"

Satria waved a hand dismissively. "Nothing. Seeing her smile is all the reward I need."

"No…! That won't do!" she protested. "We have to repay you, Mr. Satria! We don't have much, but—"

He gently placed a hand on Mia's head. "Then, live a long and happy life." He smiled. "That's all I ask.

Mia beamed up at him. "I will! I promise!"

Her eyes sparkled with admiration. "Big brother Satria… will you stay in this country?"

He hesitated. Then, with a gentle sigh, he said, "For now. But soon, I'll have to go help others—just like you."

She pouted. "Will I ever see you again?"

He tapped her forehead playfully. "As long as you keep our promise in your heart, I'll always be with you. Supporting you."

Mia's eyes shone. "I'll do it! I won't let you down!"

Satria handed her a lollipop as a final reward. "Good girl. Now, rest. You have a lot of amazing days ahead of you."

He turned to his men, his expression shifting back to business. "Come on, boys. We've got more work to do."

"Yes, sir!"

As they stepped out, Satria took one last glance over his shoulder.

Mia was hugging her mother tightly, her laughter filling the room.

A hero's kindness wasn't about grand gestures.

It was about moments like these.

And he wasn't done yet.

•

Kurumi sighed tiredly, rubbing her temples. 'What is honey doing right now? I just want to go home…'

She hadn't expected things to escalate this quickly. Summoning a Servant was supposed to be exciting, but now she found herself handling one of the most dangerous and possessive women in history.

Morgan's piercing blue eyes stared her down, analyzing her every movement.

'This woman is a keeper. She reminds me of Kiyohime-san.'

Kurumi made a mental note: Next time, consult with Satria first before doing anything this crazy.

"How about... We know each other first? I want to know more about you, Morgan-san."

Morgan narrowed her eyes. "You wish to know about me? Hmph… Very well. It has been centuries since anyone has dared to ask. Ask whatever you desire."

Kurumi wasted no time. "You're from Britain, right?"

Morgan gave a short nod.

"Do you know a person named Artoria Pendragon? And Baobhan Sith?"

The moment those names were uttered, Morgan's aura darkened. The air in the room grew heavier.

"That hideous red dragon..." Morgan's voice was laced with venom. "Is Artoria here too? The brainchild of Uther and Merlin… Even if it wasn't her fault, I will never forgive her. Sooner or later, I will crush her."

'Oh no.' Kurumi gulped. 'She's definitely going to attack Artoria and Satria the moment they meet.'

She mentally saluted Satria for dealing with this kind of drama every single day in their household.

But something about Morgan's reaction intrigued her. The way she mentioned Artoria Pendragon, the hatred in her tone—it wasn't just resentment. It was deeply personal.

"When the time comes, you two will meet Morgan-san. But for now, let's have a peaceful conversation, okay?" Kurumi smiled sweetly, lowering the tension

Morgan suddenly laughed. A low, chilling, triumphant laugh.

"Haha... Hahahaha! So, the time has finally come!" She crossed her arms, radiating regal dominance. "Don't worry, Master. I will ensure you win this Holy Grail War and bring that red dragon to her knees before me."

Her expression suddenly softened, a rare moment of warmth breaking through her icy exterior.

"Is... my daughter here too?"

Kurumi raised an eyebrow. That shift in tone—it was pure nostalgia, tinged with longing.

Kurumi smiled reassuringly. "Yes, I met her once. She seems happy with her Master in this world. She looks like a good girl."

To prove it, Kurumi casually pulled out her phone and scrolled through her pictures. She found one of Baobhan Sith cuddling with Peter Parker, looking unusually adorable.

Morgan's eyes widened as she snatched the phone from Kurumi's hands.

She stared at the image in disbelief. "Baobhan... You've found a place for yourself?"

Then she paused.

Her sharp eyes flickered as she scrolled further—and suddenly, her face twisted in horror.

"Wait… what is this…?"

She had stumbled upon Kurumi's personal collection.

Pictures of holidays, weddings, family moments—sweet, normal things.

And then—

Lewd videos.

Not just any lewd videos. Explicit footage of her Master engaging in wild, passionate orgies.

The atmosphere froze.

Morgan's hands shook as she held the phone. "Master… care to explain?"

Kurumi blinked innocently. "Explain what~?"

Morgan's eyes twitched. "WHO are these people?!"

Kurumi waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, don't worry about that~! Girls have needs, ya know? And it's rude to peek into someone's privacy."

Morgan's aura flared up in outrage.

"I DEMAND THE TRUTH! TELL ME EVERYTHING, NOW!"

Her jealousy was palpable. The Queen of Fairies never expected to witness something so depraved and sinful—and to her own Master, no less.

Morgan pointed at one particular mysterious man in the videos. "And WHO is this man to you?!"

Kurumi's expression softened into something rarely seen—genuine love and admiration.

Her lips curled into a proud, knowing smile.

"He is someone very special to us, Morgan-san. The man I want to be with forever."

Morgan's breath hitched.

"He is our proudest puppy. My beloved husband."

"Satria."

To be continued...