After sacrificing his life to save a child, Satria awakens in a new world as Shidou Matsumi, an ordinary teenager. His life takes an unexpected turn when he becomes the administrator of a mysterious 'Dimensional Chat' group, connecting him with enig...
"That was amazing!" Hercules exclaimed, his broad grin lighting up his face as he approached Artoria. "I can't believe I had the honor of witnessing the wielder of Excalibur in action. My name is Hercules, the God of Strength. Perhaps we could get to know each other better after this war, Lady Saber?" He gave a wink, brimming with confidence.
Artoria kept her expression steady, though her tone carried a firm edge. "I'm sorry, but I have no interest in forming relationships right now."
Hercules blinked, surprised but respectful, his grin turning sheepish. "I see. How unfortunate," he muttered, stepping back with a disappointed shrug.
Elsewhere
Inside a hidden chat group reserved for an enigmatic collection of observers, their reactions poured in:
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Ice Sadist: "So, this is the power of the King of Knights? Intriguing. I’d love to fight her someday. Fufufu..."
Batman Junior: "I can’t decide who to watch—they were incredible. The King of Knights, Shin, and Patronus stole the show."
Kazuma-sama: "Damn it! That weird guy got even more handsome than before. And Artoria-san... she’s just so cool."
Evil Spirit: "Anything fun happening?"
Ice Sadist: "You missed a spectacle. Catch up later! But Patronus... his power fascinates me. I want to see more of him."
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"Alright, let’s head to the portal and help out," Captain Marvel said with resolve.
She soared into the air, joined by Hercules and Thor, their figures cutting through the smoke-filled skyline.
Satria remained seated on the rubble, his gaze fixed on the overcast sky. Exhaustion weighed heavily on him as he leaned back, his tattered clothes barely hanging on.
"You’re not coming with us?" Artoria’s voice broke through his thoughts as she stood nearby, her usual composed demeanor softened by a hint of curiosity.
Satria turned to her with a faint smile. "Go ahead. I’ll catch up in a bit. Don’t worry about me."
Artoria studied him for a moment before nodding. "Very well. Rest if you must, but don’t delay for too long." With that, she turned and joined the others, her figure soon disappearing into the distance.
Alone now, Satria let out a deep sigh, his muscles screaming for rest. 'I overdid it this time. So tired... I just want to go home, eat, and sleep.' He glanced down at his shredded clothes, realizing with some embarrassment that most of his torso was exposed. 'Can’t exactly show up like this. Better find some clothes first.'
Shakily, he stood up and began walking, his determination carrying him despite the fatigue coursing through his veins.
Spider-Man’s POV
"Take this!" Peter shouted, landing a solid punch on a corrupted Satyr soldier, sending the grotesque creature stumbling backward.
The leader of the Satyrs, a hulking figure with horns crackling with dark energy, stepped forward with a malicious grin, flanked by a squad of soldiers. "Pitiful human. How long do you plan to resist? Surrender, and I might grant you a painless death."
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