The group, exhausted but grateful for a moment of peace, began setting up their temporary base. They worked together—gathering firewood, securing the perimeter, and struggling with the ever-frustrating task of pitching tents.
"Oi, brat!" Naruto called out, his arms tangled in a stubborn mess of tent fabric. "Quit playing around on your phone and give us a hand!"
Gudako and Mash, who had been watching Satria lazily scrolling through his device, exchanged bewildered looks.
"Where did he even get that kind of technology here?" Mash asked, genuinely baffled.
Satria scrunched his nose and dramatically clutched his forehead, swaying slightly. "Aduh…! My head… it's spinning…! I think I caught a cold… not used to the foreign atmosphere…" He groaned pitifully. "Sorry… I can't help right now… God told me to finish this game before lending a hand."
Jeanne raised an eyebrow. "Oh, come on, Master. You're just making excuses because you don't want to help."
Crom, trying to act indifferent, sighed and crossed her arms. "Is it really necessary for him to behave like a spoiled child?" she muttered, though the hint of a flustered blush betrayed her true feelings. "How did I fall for someone like this…?"
Artoria, ever practical, sighed. "Naruto, you do have Kage Bunshin, don't you? Why waste time arguing?"
Naruto huffed. "Because I want to teach this brat responsibility, alright?!" He shot Satria a look. "If you don't help, no dinner. Simple as that."
Satria, unfazed, stuck his tongue out at Naruto. "Bleh! Not scared of your threats, Old Man."
The Saintess and the Evil Dragon exchanged knowing looks. Then, with a synchronized motion, they grabbed Satria's sleeping bag and yanked—sending him rolling onto the ground. Before he could react, they each grabbed an arm and dragged him toward the tents.
"Hey! What happened to gender equality?!" Satria protested, kicking his feet. Then, as if suddenly remembering something urgent, his eyes widened in horror. "NO! WAIT! I was almost done with Doragon Castle! You don't understand—just a little longer, please!"
Jeanne, holding his smartphone just out of reach, pinched the bridge of her nose. "Honestly, it's like dealing with a child..." She smirked, holding the device close to her chest. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of it. And when you're done helping us, maybe—just maybe—I'll let you finish your little game."
Satria groaned in defeat. "Ugh, fine. But seriously, why are we even building these stupid tents when we already have this?"
With a triumphant grin, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small capsule, holding it up like a prized treasure.
Naruto's eyes widened in pure horror. "No… No way… You brought another setup, didn't you?!" His voice cracked as he realized the truth. "WHY THE HELL HAVE I BEEN DOING ALL THIS WORK?!"
"Pfft—HAHAHA!" Son Goku roared with laughter inside Naruto's mind. "This kid is something else! Stupid but not stupid, genius but not genius… What is he?!"
Gyūki rumbled in agreement. "Madara should count himself lucky he never met this menace. Satria would've humiliated him and his clan into oblivion."
Satria smirked and pressed the top of the capsule. With a whoosh, an invisible door materialized in the grassy clearing. He stepped forward and pushed it open, revealing a lavish indoor space—overlooking a pristine ocean.
The "camp" was, in fact, a luxurious high-end hotel suite. Plush beds covered in fluffy blankets, ambient lighting, a sleek kitchen area, and even a mini fridge stocked with drinks and snacks.
Satria spread his arms dramatically. "This, my friends, is real camping. No itchy grass, no bugs, and definitely no collapsing tents."
The entire group stood in stunned silence.
Then Naruto dropped his half-built tent and muttered, "...I hate this brat."
"You've gotta be kidding me!" Gudako gasped, eyes wide as she took in the luxurious villa before her. "You have a beach, a villa, and a freakin' ocean view?! Satria-kun, this isn't camping—this is a five-star resort! Who are you?!"
With a smug grin, Satria dramatically placed a hand on his chest. "Perkenalkan... Bang Satria, Pria punya selera dari Indonesia!"
Everyone blinked, completely lost.
"Indonesia…?" Mash tilted her head. "You mean the sleeping giant of Southeast Asia? The country that rarely gets involved in world conflicts? You're from there? That's so unexpected!"
Satria's grin widened as he clasped his hands together. "Finally! Someone who doesn't call my country small or obscure. You have my respect, Mash!"
Mash smiled awkwardly, while the others still struggled to process the madness of the situation.
Jeanne giggled, watching his enthusiasm. Something about the way he acted—like an excitable puppy—was oddly endearing. "This place looks very cozy, Master. Can we stay here too?"
Satria, still basking in the glory of his country's recognition, nodded proudly. "Because I'm in a good mood… of course, Jeanne!" Then he suddenly pointed at Naruto, a devilish smirk creeping onto his face. "Except for Dobe with his stupid tent and cup ramen. I heard ninjas love the outdoors!"
Naruto twitched. "You damned brat! Fine! Who needs your luxury bed and mini-fridge, anyway?!" His voice cracked slightly, though his eyes betrayed his deep, deep regret.
Satria, sensing his victory, started doing a little dance. "Weeee~ Enjoy sleeping outside with the bugs and itchy grass, hahahaha!"
But before his smugness could reach dangerous levels, Jeanne stepped forward, folding her arms and giving him a gentle but firm look. "Master, it's not very nice to exclude people. You should be kind to everyone… even if they weren't nice to you."
Satria froze, cheeks heating up. "Ugh… fine!" He huffed and looked away, clearly embarrassed. "Alright, Dobe, you can come in… But only because of her! Otherwise, you'd be out here making friends with the skeletons."
Naruto scoffed but quickly walked past him, muttering, "Tch. Could've just said that from the start."
Esdeath chuckled, arms crossed as she watched the interaction unfold. "It was the right decision to have the Saintess make a pact with him. Looks like someone needs her guidance."
Satria pouted. "Oi, I heard that!"
The group finally settled in, the tension melting into laughter as they embraced their unexpected night of luxury.
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Under the vast expanse of the artificial night sky, its deep blues dotted with shimmering stars, Satria reclined on the soft grass, flanked by the Saintess and the Evil Dragon. The crisp night air carried the soothing sound of crickets, adding to the peacefulness of the moment. He gazed upward, mesmerized by the illusion of the cosmos, before turning his attention to Jeanne.
Tilting his head with an almost childlike innocence, he spoke. "You know, with the stars out like this, it feels like the perfect time to ask for something special."
Jeanne, intrigued by his sudden sincerity, smiled. "Oh? And what is it that you desire under this beautiful night sky?"
Satria's expression immediately shifted into a mischievous grin as he unleashed the legendary puppy-dog eyes—a technique passed down through generations of hopeful schemers. "I was hoping for your blessing… for my next gacha pulls! Just a little divine luck would go a long way!"
Crom, who had been enjoying the moment, let out a dry chuckle. "You must be joking. A blessing? For a game? What's next, a prayer for better loot drops?"
Satria pouted dramatically. "No, no, this is serious! It's the Gacha for the Dimensional Chat Shop!"
'Dimensional Chat?' Jeanne exchanged a curious glance with Crom before giving him a playful, skeptical look. "Hmm… It's not every day I'm asked to bless someone's gambling addiction. What makes you think you deserve it?"
Satria leaned in closer, eyes wide with desperation. "Please, Jeanne! Just a tiny blessing! Think of how happy I'd be—and if I get something good, I'll share it with both of you! You get first dibs!"
Crom rolled her eyes, though her smirk betrayed her amusement. "Ah, the classic bargaining technique. Should I be taking notes?"
"Hey! Can I..."
Satria quickly incapacitating Gudako because there were strange rumors about her related to gacha in his original world, he sent her to her room with a flash of light.
Jeanne blinked. "Did… did I just hear someone?"
Satria immediately whistled innocently, looking away. "Uh… wind, maybe?"
Jeanne smiling softly, shaking her head. "You're relentless, aren't you? Just how do you manage to pull off that ridiculous face every time?"
Satria smirked, still holding his exaggeratedly pleading expression. "It's a gift! Come on, just a little blessing for my pulls! If it works, I'll even give you a special reward!"
Jeanne sighed, feigning reluctance but clearly entertained. "All right, Master, you win. I'll bless your… gacha." She then gave him a teasing glare. "But you better be good tomorrow—no unnecessary chaos, promise?"
Satria beamed with joy, jumping to his feet. "Yes! Thank you, thank you! You won't regret this, I swear!"
Crom snorted, arms crossed as she watched his over-the-top enthusiasm. "Just remember, luck is fickle. Don't come crying to us if you get nothing."
With a soft chuckle, Jeanne clasped her hands together in prayer. "O Lord, bless this man with fortune, that he may find what he seeks."
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[Welcome to Dimensional Chat Shop]
[Coins: 1,000©]
[You have 5 Surprise Boxes and 1 Shadow Case]
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[Opening Surprise Box…]
→ Congratulations! You obtained [Superior Concealment].
Description: Allows the user to hide their abilities and stats. Unbreakable unless permitted by the user. Can also modify displayed stats.
→ Congratulations! You obtained [Linken Sphere].
Description: Blocks the first targeted ability cast on the holder every 16 seconds. However, AoE and instant-cast abilities will still hit.
→ Congratulations! You obtained [Kyoka Suigetsu].
Description: A weapon with "Complete Hypnosis," allowing the user to manipulate the five senses, deceiving enemies into perceiving illusions as reality.
→ Congratulations! You obtained [Scroll of Emperor Deity].
Description: A powerful cultivation scroll that allows Yan Sen (or the user) to attain Emperor Deity status, unlocking divine powers.
→ Congratulations! You obtained [Dragon Scale Bettas].
Description: A rare breed of fish with metallic dragon-like scales. They are both majestic and highly sought-after in aquatic collections.
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[Opening Shadow Case…]
[You obtained a bundle of rewards!]
Utlanced: Grants the power of Ultraman Victory and access to the abilities of any being the user has formed a pact with or defeated. (Upgraded via Heavenly Tamer.)
AWP | Dragon Lore: An iconic sniper rifle from CS2 featuring a fire-breathing dragon design.
Slime Bodysuits: Special attire from Shadow Garden, enhancing the wearer's natural abilities.
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Satria's hands trembled as he stared at the screen. Then—
"I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! I'VE NEVER HAD SUCH GOOD LUCK! I'M PRACTICALLY ON FIRE!"
Jeanne giggled, watching her Master bounce on his heels like an overexcited child. "I'm happy for you, Master. Seeing you like this makes everything worth it."
Crom, smirking, crossed her arms. "Just remember—you promised to share your spoils. If not…" She leaned in slightly, her voice taking on a dangerous sweetness. "We will come to collect."
Satria waved his hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah, Goldy. Here, let me just use this first—[Superior Concealment]."
[Affirmative. Concealment Applied.]
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[STATUS CHECK]
❖ Before Concealment:
EP: ???
Race: Human?
Blessings: Essential Divinity
Titles: Plot Breaker, Hero of Kindness, Man with Many Faces, The Golden Emperor, The Fastest Man Alive, Martial Arts Prodigy, One of the Best Offlaners in the World, Miracle Bringer, Calamity Rider, Black Flash, Grand Magus, Dragon Tamer, Animal Lover, Emperor of Pranks, Emperor of Time, God of Vaporeon, Emperor of Ultra, Emperor of Puppy, Surgeon of Heaven, The Darkest Ultra.
Magic: ???
Resistance: ???
Ultimate Skills: ???
Stats: ???
❖ After Concealment:
EP: 69
Race: Human
Blessings: Magic Shell, Kakek Zeus (Auto Gacor, Maxwin 🤯)
Protection: "My wife protects me 🥺 please don't hurt me. I'm harmless like 🐑."
Titles: Mafia Pentol, Mancunian, Best Employee in PT. Looking for True Love, Pemuda Pancasila, Pawang Kucing Oren, Cowok U Mild.
Magic: Power of Friendship.
Ultimate Skill: Super Giga Kamehameha Buster Cannon!
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Satria took one look at the "adjusted" stats and burst into laughter. "This… THIS IS PERFECT!"
The system, seemingly done with his nonsense, flashed a response:
[Really?]
He shushed it. "Shhh… don't ruin the moment. It's PERFECT!"
[I should've expected this. You really are a menace]
Crom grinned mischievously. "Well then, what's next?"
Satria, still buzzing with excitement from his absurdly lucky pulls, began tidying up his scattered rewards. "Next? We sleep. But don't worry—there's a surprise waiting for you later."
But before he could move on, Crom's smirk deepened. With a playful nudge, she turned to Jeanne. "Saintess, you look a little tired. Perhaps you'd like to experience my husband's massage? Trust me, he's very good at it. I guarantee you'll feel like you're in heaven."
Jeanne's face turned a brilliant shade of red. "W-What?! That's completely indecent! Why would you ask your husband to do something like that for another woman?!" She flailed slightly, eyes darting anywhere but at Satria.
Crom chuckled, clearly enjoying the reaction. "Oh? So you've been thinking about it? My, my, Saintess, I didn't know you were so bold."
"C-Crom!!" Jeanne practically combusted on the spot.
Satria, shaking his head with a chuckle, gently kissed Crom on the cheek before effortlessly scooping her up in a bridal carry. "Alright, enough teasing. Jeanne, seriously—thank you. I really don't think I would've had this kind of luck without you."
Jeanne, still recovering from Crom's relentless teasing, blinked in surprise. "Y-You don't have to thank me… I just did what anyone would do."
Satria gave her a warm smile. "Still, I want to repay you. So… what would you like as a reward?"
For a brief moment, Jeanne hesitated. Her heart fluttered, her mind wandering to a thought so outlandish she immediately pushed it away. No! I can't ask for something like that!
She cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure. "W-Well… I don't know. How about… you surprise me, Master?"
Satria's smile widened. "Deal. Just wait, Jeanne—I promise I'll make you happy. Believe it!"
Jeanne returned his smile, her golden eyes filled with warmth. "I'll be looking forward to it, then."
With that, she bid them goodnight, retreating to her room.
For just a moment, as she walked away, she allowed herself a small, fleeting thought—
Even if it's only for a little while… I want to experience happiness, too.
Tobecontinued…