He "saw" them all.
In Mexico, the Ikari Warriors were undergoing hellish training at a secret base. The one-eyed commander suddenly sneezed, puzzledly rubbing his nose.
In a remote mountain village deep in China, a young psychic girl in a white training uniform—Athena Asamiya—was diligently cultivating her mental powers. Behind her, the dejected Bao was being scolded by the old grandmaster.
In Korea, a taekwondo master filled with an overwhelming sense of "justice"—Kim Kaphwan—was earnestly lecturing his two "hopeless" disciples.
In Japan, Kyo Kusanagi, wearing his school uniform, was skipping class, lying on the rooftop, basking in the sun, daydreaming about "how to get a diploma without actually trying." His girlfriend Yuki, books in hand, seemed to be saying something to him.
At the other end of the city, a stylish, aloof rock singer with a red sash—Iori Yagami—was playing his bass, its notes full of wildness and solitude, as if the entire world had nothing to do with him.
Everything was exactly as it had been when he left.
As if his long dimensional journey had been nothing but a fleeting dream.
Cloud felt the completely transformed power within him—a fusion of [Heart of the Sword Saint], [Power of the Wave], [Yoga Mystic Arts], [Orochi Divine Power], [NESTS Technology], and finally [Dimensional Power].
He knew.
Everything had become utterly different.
Now he was a "hexagonal warrior" armed with countless divine techniques, with a harem team taking shape, his vision already set on the "sea of stars"!
He was fully prepared to face whatever final crisis this world might throw at him!
But first and foremost, he needed to report in to all his lovely, beautiful, pure, and sexy harem members, one by one.
...
Morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, falling on Cloud's handsome face.
"Mmm..."
Cloud felt as if the left half of his body was soaking in Mount Fuji's hot springs—warm, soft, with a refreshing fragrance. Meanwhile, his right half felt like it had been thrown directly into a Siberian ice pit—chilly, with frost visibly forming.
He struggled to open one eye.
On the left was Mai Shiranui. This alluring kunoichi was sleeping soundly, wrapped around him like an octopus. The straps of her nightgown had slipped off her fragrant shoulders, her curves tantalizingly visible in the morning light. The natural warmth radiating from her body came from the Shiranui-style ninjutsu power within her—comfortable and soothing. She was Cloud's favorite "human heating pad."
On the right...
A girl with ice-blue hair, Kula Diamond, was hugging his arm, her little head resting on it, a glistening line of drool at the corner of her mouth.
Even her breath carried white frost, coating Cloud's right arm with a thin layer of ice. This former ultimate NESTS weapon was now the household's most pampered little princess, as well as the walking "human refrigerator."
"Haah..." Cloud let out a happy yet helpless sigh in his heart.
This was his life now.
Since pacifying all the temporal paradoxes and properly dealing with his former enemies—whether subdued in battle, recruited, or completely eliminated—he had returned to this seemingly peaceful world.
To accommodate this massive "goddess legion," Cloud had used [Dimensional Power] and [NESTS Technology] to carve out a subspace in the Tokyo suburbs, constructing a super mansion that blended Japanese elegance with futuristic technology.
The walls and floors could withstand the destructive force of an Orochinagi. The kitchen's fireproofing rating exceeded even a volcanic eruption's core zone.
It couldn't be helped—not a single one of these beauties was low-maintenance.
He carefully extracted his arm, which had gone somewhat numb from Kula's freezing, and gently moved Mai's leg from where it was draped over him.
Although his body had long become impervious to heat and cold, this physical experience of "ice and fire" still felt novel and exciting.
Tiptoeing off that custom-made bed large enough to fit a football team, Cloud put on his robe and prepared to face a new day's "challenges."
...
Cloud had barely entered the kitchen when a peculiar burnt smell hit his nostrils.
There was Athena Asamiya, wearing a pink apron, humming her latest single, happily staring at a black mass in the pan whose original ingredients were impossible to identify.
"Good morning, Cloud! I'm trying to make a love-filled energizing breakfast infused with psychic power! Eat this, and you'll be full of energy all day!" Athena turned around and gave Cloud a sweet smile capable of melting glaciers.
Cloud's mouth twitched. He glanced at the "breakfast" emanating an ominous aura, then at the dozen or so egg shells that had met their end in the nearby trash can, along with a bag of charred flour.
He had no doubt this breakfast contained powerful psychic energy. What he doubted was whether that psychic energy's main function was hallucinogenic.
"Um... Athena, I appreciate the thought. But how about we save this high-energy cuisine as a secret weapon for actual battles?" Cloud suggested diplomatically.
"Really? Okay then..." Athena's head drooped in disappointment.
Just then, an energetic voice came from the doorway.
"Cloud! Watch this! Kyokugenryu Ultimate Secret Art—Heart-Shaped Fried Egg!"
Yuri Sakazaki burst in like a gust of wind, holding a frying pan, her face beaming with confidence. She flipped the pan dramatically, sending the egg spinning in a perfect parabolic arc through the air.
"Hya!" Yuri let out a spirited cry, striking a Kyokugenryu stance as she launched a beautiful Flying Swallow Kick at the airborne egg.
Cloud's [Dimensional Power] activated instantly, predicting what would happen in the next millisecond: the egg would shatter, and yolk, white, and shell fragments would spray like celestial flowers across everything within a three-meter radius—including Athena's hair and his robe.
"Stop!"
Cloud extended a single finger, and spacetime seemed to hit the pause button. Yuri's toe stopped one centimeter from the egg, frozen in a comical one-legged stance.
"Yuri!" Cloud's tone was filled with indulgence. "We agreed—no cooking techniques in the kitchen containing words like 'ultimate,' 'secret art,' or 'super.'"
"Muu... but it looks so cool!" Yuri puffed up her cheeks.
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