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# The Wrong Summon: When the Cosmos Boredom Strikes
## Chapter 1: Crisis in Chaldea
The Antarctic winds howled against the reinforced windows of Chaldea Security Organization, humanity's bastion against the imminent collapse of history. Inside the sterile white corridors, the tension was palpable. Staff members rushed from station to station, their faces drawn with exhaustion and fear.
In the central command room, Director Olga Marie Animusphere stood with her back ramrod straight, amber eyes fixed on the holographic display showing a spreading darkness in the fabric of reality itself. Her silver hair was immaculate despite having been on duty for thirty-six hours straight, her uniform pristine – a shield of professionalism against the mounting dread.
"Status report," she demanded, her voice betraying none of the anxiety evident in the white-knuckled grip she maintained on her tablet.
Dr. Romani Archaman, Chief of the Medical Staff, looked up from his console. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, and his usually cheerful demeanor had given way to grave concern. "The anomaly continues to grow. We've identified it as a Beast-class threat, specifically targeting the Mooncell's outer perimeter."
"The Mooncell?" Leonardo Da Vinci, manifested as a beautiful woman with a gentle smile that belied her genius, looked up sharply from her own workstation. "If a Beast corruption reaches the Moon Cell's core..."
"Total reality collapse within this timeline branch," Olga Marie finished. "Possibly cascading into neighboring timelines as well."
A heavy silence fell over the command center. The enormity of what they faced – not just the end of humanity, but potentially the unraveling of reality itself – weighed on every person present.
Mash Kyrielight, the lavender-haired young woman who served as both staff and experimental Demi-Servant, clutched her massive shield tighter. "Director," she said softly, "what options do we have?"
Olga Marie's gaze swept the room, meeting the eyes of each staff member briefly before landing on the newest arrival to Chaldea – a young Master candidate with potential that had impressed even Da Vinci. "We have one option," she said decisively. "A multi-channel summoning. We need to bring forth every powerful Heroic Spirit we can access, create a combined force capable of confronting and containing this threat."
Romani tensed. "Director, a multi-channel summoning hasn't been attempted since the founding of Chaldea. The strain on our systems, not to mention the mana requirements—"
"Do you have a better solution, Doctor?" Olga snapped, her composure fracturing momentarily. Seeing Romani flinch, she closed her eyes briefly, regaining control. "Forgive me. But we've run simulation after simulation. This is our only viable path."
Da Vinci stepped forward, placing a comforting hand on Romani's shoulder. "I've been working on modifications to the FATE summoning system. If we redirect power from the secondary and tertiary systems, and incorporate the leyline tap we established last month... it's possible."
"How long to prepare?" Olga asked.
"Six hours," Da Vinci replied. "Maybe five if we push the systems to their limits."
"Make it four," Olga ordered. "We don't have a moment to waste."
As the staff mobilized with renewed purpose, Mash approached the Master candidate who had been observing silently from the periphery. "This will be your first major operation with us, Senpai," she said, her voice soft but steady. "I know it's intimidating, but your magical circuits are exceptionally compatible with the FATE system. Your presence will significantly increase our chances of a successful summoning."
The candidate nodded, determination evident despite the weight of responsibility suddenly thrust upon them.
"Mash!" Olga called. "Bring the candidate to the summoning chamber for preliminary calibrations. Dr. Roman, begin power redistribution protocols. Da Vinci, I want those modifications completed within three hours."
As everyone dispersed to their assigned tasks, Olga remained alone for a moment, staring at the growing darkness on the monitor. "Whatever comes," she whispered to herself, "we will face it. We must."
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Four hours later, the summoning chamber hummed with barely contained power. The circular platform at its center glowed with intricate magical circuits, pulsing with blue-white energy that cast eerie shadows throughout the cavernous room.
Staff members worked feverishly at the surrounding consoles, making minute adjustments to the complex magical formulas that would, they hoped, reach across time and space to draw forth champions capable of saving humanity.
At the center of it all stood the Master candidate, palms sweating slightly as Da Vinci made final adjustments to the magical conduits that would channel their magical energy into the summoning ritual.
"Remember," Da Vinci instructed, "your role is to provide the connection – the anchor that will allow the Heroic Spirits to manifest in our reality. Your consciousness will briefly touch the Throne of Heroes itself."
"Will it hurt?" the candidate asked.
Da Vinci's smile was reassuring. "Not physically. But it will be... intense. Like having your mind stretched across the vastness of time and space for a moment."
Olga Marie entered the chamber, followed by Romani and several senior staff members. "Status report," she demanded.
"All systems operating at optimal capacity," reported a technician. "Mana reserves at maximum. FATE summoning array calibrated to the candidate's magical signature."
"The catalyst?" Olga inquired.
Da Vinci gestured to a small pedestal where a fragment of gleaming material rested – it appeared to be both solid and liquid simultaneously, its surface shifting with colors not found in the natural spectrum. "A fragment of a divine construct, recovered from the Time Temple. One of the most powerful catalysts in our possession."
Romani frowned. "Are we certain this is safe? Using such a powerful catalyst could draw entities beyond our ability to control."
"Nothing about this situation is safe, Doctor," Olga replied curtly. "But the alternative is extinction." She turned to the Master candidate. "Are you ready?"
After receiving a nod of confirmation, Olga addressed the entire room. "This is our moment. Everything Chaldea stands for – the preservation of humanity and the protection of proper human history – comes down to this ritual. Whatever comes through that summoning circle, we will face it together, with courage and determination."
She nodded to Da Vinci, who began the activation sequence. The hum of machinery grew louder, and the magical circuits in the floor blazed with increasing intensity.
"Beginning primary sequence," Da Vinci announced. "Establishing connection to the Throne of Heroes."
The Master candidate closed their eyes, feeling a strange pulling sensation, as if their consciousness was being gently stretched thin across an immense distance.
"Secondary sequence engaged," came another voice. "Mana flow stable at sixty percent capacity."
"Catalyst responding," Da Vinci reported, her voice tense with concentration. "Beginning final sequence."
The divine fragment on the pedestal began to spin, slowly at first, then faster and faster until it became a blur of rainbow light.
"Connection established!" Da Vinci called out triumphantly. "Sending summoning beacon... now!"
The light from the spinning catalyst shot upward in a pillar that seemed to pierce the very ceiling of the chamber, extending into dimensions beyond normal perception. The Master candidate gasped as their consciousness was suddenly pulled along that beam, soaring through a kaleidoscopic tunnel of light and sensation.
For a breathless moment, everything went silent. The machinery, the staff's nervous breathing, even the ever-present hum of Chaldea's systems – all sound vanished, replaced by a profound stillness that seemed to exist beyond time itself.
And then, in that perfect silence, came a single word that only the Master candidate could hear:
"Interesting."
## Chapter 2: Divine Boredom
In a realm that existed perpendicular to conventional reality, where the concepts of "up" and "down" were merely quaint suggestions rather than physical laws, Viyrim, God of Destruction of Universe 6, was supremely, catastrophically bored.
His floating palace existed in a nebulous region of spacetime, its architecture an impossible blend of angles and curves that would have driven mortal mathematicians to madness. The throne room alone contained several small galaxies as decorative features, their spiral arms spinning in lazy orbits around columns of condensed spacetime.
Viyrim himself reclined on a floating divan made of materials that hadn't existed since the previous universal cycle, his violet skin a stark contrast against the cosmic backdrop. With one languid hand, he stirred a small spoon in a cup that contained what appeared to be a miniaturized neutron star, condensed into a creamy pudding-like consistency.
"Vados," he called out, his voice carrying the subtle harmonics of a being who could speak entire stars into existence – or oblivion – should he wish it. "Vados, I'm bored."
From an adjacent chamber floated his attendant, Vados, her tall, slender form moving with ethereal grace. Her pale blue skin and white hair seemed to shimmer with their own inner light, and the staff she carried contained within its orb the reflections of countless realities.
"A concerning development, Lord Viyrim," she replied, her melodious voice carrying just the faintest hint of dry humor. "The last time you declared yourself bored, you reorganized an entire galactic supercluster into a connect-the-dots puzzle."
Viyrim waved his spoon dismissively. "That was ages ago. And it was a rather elegant puzzle, if I do say so myself."
"The inhabitants of those twelve thousand worlds might have disagreed, had they survived the relocations," Vados noted mildly.
"Details, details." Viyrim sighed dramatically and levitated himself into a vertical position, his cosmic pudding floating obediently alongside him. "I've visited every corner of Universe 6. I've napped on neutron stars and bathed in the coronas of blue supergiants. I've watched civilizations rise and fall like waves on a cosmic shore." He fixed Vados with a plaintive look. "Is there truly nothing new under any sun?"
Vados tapped her staff thoughtfully against the not-quite-solid floor. "Perhaps Lord Viyrim might consider the diplomatic summit that the Supreme Kai has been organizing for the past three centuries? He has sent seventeen formal invitations."
Viyrim made a face as if he'd tasted something particularly unpleasant. "Politics? With those self-important Kais and their endless prattling about 'cosmic balance' and 'the sanctity of creation'?" He shuddered theatrically. "I'd rather gargle with black hole radiation."
"As you wish, my lord." Vados inclined her head respectfully, though a careful observer might have detected the slightest quirk at the corner of her lips.
Viyrim resumed floating aimlessly around his throne room, occasionally flicking small motes of destruction energy at the decorative galaxies, causing miniature supernovas to flare like tiny fireworks. "There must be something, somewhere, that I haven't experienced yet. Some novel diversion to pass a few millennia."
He had just begun contemplating whether reshaping a nearby star cluster into an enormous cosmic sculpture might alleviate his ennui when both divine beings suddenly paused. A ripple moved through the fabric of reality – subtle to most, but to beings of their perception, it was like a shout in a silent room.
Viyrim straightened, his interest genuinely piqued for the first time in centuries. "Vados. That ripple feels mildly interesting."
Vados tilted her head, her staff's orb glowing as she analyzed the dimensional disturbance. "It appears to be a summoning beacon, Lord Viyrim," she reported after a moment of contemplation. "Originating from a universe adjacent to our own multiversal cluster. Reality designation: Nasuverse, timeline branch FGO-394."
"What's a Nasuverse?" Viyrim asked, drifting closer with growing curiosity.
"A fascinating cosmological structure," Vados explained. "Unlike our universe, which operates primarily on physical laws with energy-based powers, the Nasuverse functions on conceptual frameworks – rules and systems built upon collective belief and mystical foundations."
"Conceptual frameworks?" Viyrim repeated, tasting the unfamiliar principle. "How charmingly primitive. Like a universe running on wish-thinking."
"In some ways, yes," Vados conceded. "Though their systems of magic and divinity are quite sophisticated in their own right. This particular summoning beacon appears to be reaching out from an organization called Chaldea, which safeguards their timeline from historical anomalies."
Viyrim took another spoonful of his cosmic pudding, considering this information as the flavor of collapsed stellar matter melted on his tongue. "And why, precisely, are they sending out this beacon?"
Vados consulted her staff again. "They are attempting to summon heroic entities to combat a threat designated as 'Beast-class' – an existential danger to their reality."
"How dramatic," Viyrim commented, but there was a glint in his eye now – the first spark of genuine interest he'd shown in millennia. "This beacon... could we intercept it?"
"It wasn't intended for beings of our dimensional frequency," Vados cautioned. "It's designed to reach their 'Throne of Heroes' – a repository of legendary souls preserved outside conventional time and space."
"But could we intercept it?" Viyrim pressed, now hovering closer to Vados, his cosmic pudding momentarily forgotten.
Vados sighed in a way that suggested she'd witnessed this particular pattern of behavior countless times before. "Technically, yes. With your divine authority, you could divert the summoning beacon to our location. However, I must advise caution. Interfering with another reality's dimensional—"
"Let's do it!" Viyrim clapped his hands together, sending small shockwaves of energy rippling outward. "Divert the beacon, Vados! Let's see what these concept-based mortals are so worried about."
"As you wish, Lord Viyrim," Vados replied with the patient resignation of one who had long ago accepted the inevitability of divine whims. "Though I feel compelled to remind you of the incident with Universe 11, when you decided to 'just pop over for a quick visit' and ended up in a three-century dispute with their God of Destruction."
"Beerus is a temperamental cat who can't take a joke," Viyrim waved dismissively. "Besides, this is different. We're not visiting – we're being invited!"
"The invitation wasn't technically addressed to you," Vados pointed out.
"Details, details!" Viyrim gestured expansively. "Now, how do we catch this summoning beam?"
Vados raised her staff, its orb glowing with increasing brightness. "I am locating the exact dimensional coordinates now. The beacon is... unusual. It's simultaneously reaching across both time and space, anchored to a specific magical signature."
As the orb's glow intensified, a beam of light became visible – a thin, shimmering thread of golden energy that seemed to pass through their realm without quite intersecting with it.
"There," Vados indicated. "That is the summoning beacon."
Viyrim studied it with the keen interest of a child discovering a new toy. "It's pretty," he observed. "Now, let's see where it leads."
Without waiting for further discussion, he reached out with one hand and, with casual disregard for the fundamental laws of interdimensional physics, grasped the golden thread.
Immediately, the beam pulsed, as if responding to his touch. Golden energy surged along its length, and Viyrim's eyes widened with delight. "Oh! It tickles!"
"Lord Viyrim," Vados cautioned, "perhaps we should—"
But it was too late. With a playful tug, Viyrim pulled on the summoning beam, altering its trajectory to center directly on himself. The golden energy surged, enveloping him in a cocoon of light that quickly expanded to include Vados as well.
"This is more like it!" Viyrim laughed as reality began to warp around them. "Adventure! Exploration! New pudding flavors to discover!"
Vados managed to maintain her composure even as spacetime twisted and folded. "I'll prepare contingency protocols for our return, shall I?"
"Always so serious," Viyrim teased as the light grew blindingly bright. "Relax, Vados! What's the worst that could happen?"
"Given your history, Lord Viyrim, I believe that question has an infinite number of concerning answers."
As the light reached its peak intensity, Viyrim noticed something unexpected – a third presence being drawn along with them, caught in the gravitational pull of his divine energy.
"We have company," he remarked with interest.
"A powerful entity from the Nasuverse," Vados confirmed. "Apparently attracted by your spiritual gravity."
"The more the merrier!" Viyrim declared as the light engulfed them completely.
And with that, three beings – a bored God of Destruction, his long-suffering attendant, and an unexpected third passenger – were pulled across dimensional boundaries into a reality built on entirely different foundational principles.
In the last moment before the transition completed, Viyrim caught a glimpse of the third entity – a woman with golden hair and crimson eyes that contained millennia of slumbering power.
"Oh," he said appreciatively, "she looks fun."
And then, with a surge of golden light and a sound like the universe itself clearing its throat, they vanished from Universe 6, leaving behind only a floating cup of cosmic pudding that slowly dissipated into motes of light.
## Chapter 3: Collision of Realities
In Chaldea's summoning chamber, the ritual had reached its climax. The divine catalyst spun with such speed that it appeared as a sphere of pure light, and the magical circuits in the floor blazed so brightly that staff members were forced to shield their eyes.
"Energy readings off the charts!" called a technician. "The summoning beacon has established connection!"
Da Vinci monitored her instruments with growing concern. "Something's wrong. The connection... it's being diverted!"
"Diverted?" Olga Marie demanded. "How is that possible?"
"I don't know!" Da Vinci replied, genuine alarm in her voice. "It's as if something has physically grasped our summoning beam and... pulled!"
The Master candidate stood transfixed at the center of the ritual, their consciousness still partially stretched across the dimensional barrier. Through that tenuous connection, they sensed something vast and ancient taking notice of the beacon – something that existed on a scale beyond human comprehension.
"We need to abort!" Romani shouted over the increasingly unstable hum of overloading machinery.
"We can't!" Da Vinci replied. "The circuit is complete – if we interrupt now, the backlash could kill the candidate!"
The spinning catalyst suddenly stopped, hanging motionless in midair for a breathless moment. Then, with a sound like thunder contained in a cathedral, it shattered into a thousand glittering fragments that dissolved into motes of light.
A silence fell over the chamber – the unnatural, absolute silence of a void. Even the ever-present hum of Chaldea's systems seemed to pause.
Then, reality itself appeared to fold inward at the center of the summoning circle. Space twisted, stretched, and finally tore open, creating a rift that pulsed with energy unlike anything the Chaldea staff had ever witnessed.
From within that rift emerged three figures, materializing one after another in a cascade of impossible light.
The first figure emerged reclining in midair as if lounging on an invisible couch. His violet skin and pointed ears immediately marked him as non-human, but it was the aura of casual, overwhelming power that caused everyone in the room to take an instinctive step back. He held what appeared to be a small cup containing a swirling miniature galaxy, from which he casually sipped with a spoon.
The second figure stepped through with perfect poise – a tall, elegant woman with pale blue skin and white hair, holding an ornate staff crowned with a glowing orb. Her expression was composed, though her eyes rapidly assessed the new environment with analytical precision.
And the third...
"Impossible," whispered Da Vinci, her usual confidence shaken. "That's Arcueid Brunestud. The White Princess of the True Ancestors."
The golden-haired woman emerged last, her crimson eyes wide with surprise at her unexpected translocation. Unlike the other two, she seemed genuinely disoriented by her arrival, looking around with an expression that shifted rapidly from confusion to curiosity.
The moment all three had fully materialized, the summoning system shuddered, sparked violently, and then imploded with a shower of magical energy that cascaded across every console in the chamber. Alarms blared as backup systems struggled to contain the damage.
For a long moment, Chaldea's personnel and the three new arrivals simply stared at each other, the silence heavy with tension and confusion.
It was Olga Marie who found her voice first, stepping forward with the authority of her position, despite the slight tremor in her hands. "I am Director Olga Marie Animusphere of Chaldea Security Organization. Identify yourselves immediately."
The violet-skinned being raised an eyebrow, seeming more amused than impressed. He made a show of looking around the chamber, taking in the advanced technology and the anxious faces of the staff with casual interest.
"Quaint," he commented, his voice carrying harmonics that seemed to resonate with the very atoms of the air. "A bit stark for my taste, but I suppose function over form has its place."
When he made no move to actually answer the Director's demand, the blue-skinned woman beside him sighed softly. "Please forgive my lord's lack of proper etiquette," she said, her voice melodious and precise. "I am Vados, attendant to Lord Viyrim, God of Destruction of Universe 6."
This introduction was met with blank stares from most of the Chaldea staff, though Da Vinci's eyes widened with the dawning realization of what they might be facing.
"God of... Destruction?" Romani repeated slowly.
"That's right!" the being – Viyrim – confirmed cheerfully, finally deigning to orient himself vertically, though his feet still didn't quite touch the ground. "Cosmic Arbiter of What Gets to Continue Existing, Overseer of Universal Entropy, and part-time pudding enthusiast." He frowned down at his empty hands. "Speaking of which, I appear to have lost my snack during transdimensional transit. How inconvenient."
Mash moved protectively in front of the Master candidate, her shield raised. "Director," she said quietly, "I can't sense any spiritual parameters from either of them. It's as if they exist outside our conceptual framework entirely."
Arcueid Brunestud, who had remained silent until now, suddenly moved. With inhuman speed, she appeared directly before Viyrim, studying him with predatory intensity. "You," she said, her voice carrying an otherworldly resonance, "aren't from this world. Or any world connected to ours."
Viyrim met her gaze with undiminished amusement. "Technically correct! Gold star for the pretty lady with the interesting eyes."
"You pulled me across dimensions," Arcueid continued, showing neither fear nor submission despite the overwhelming aura emanating from Viyrim. "How? My existence is bound to the planet."
"Spiritual gravity," Viyrim explained casually. "It happens sometimes when I cross dimensional boundaries – powerful entities get caught in my wake. Like cosmic debris following a comet, but with more personality and significantly better hair." He leaned closer, examining her with growing interest. "And you are exceptionally powerful for this reality, aren't you? I can practically taste the apex predator energy radiating off you."
Olga Marie, seeing the situation spiraling beyond her control, attempted to reassert authority. "Whatever you are, however you got here, you've interrupted a critical operation. Our world faces an existential threat, and we—"
"Yes, yes, the Beast-thing lurking in the shadow of your Mooncell," Viyrim interrupted, waving dismissively. "Vados mentioned it. Sounds very dramatic and apocalyptic."
"You know about the Beast?" Da Vinci asked sharply.
Viyrim shrugged, causing small ripples in the fabric of reality around his shoulders. "We intercepted your summoning beacon, remember? Got the basic download – world in peril, heroes needed, usual crisis scenario."
"And you... decided to answer our call? To help us?" Romani asked, hope cautiously entering his voice.
Viyrim laughed – a sound that somehow contained echoes of both supernovas and wind chimes. "Not exactly! I was bored. Your beacon seemed interesting. So here we are!" He spread his arms wide. "Surprise!"
The hope in Romani's expression crumbled. Olga Marie looked like she might explode from frustration, while Da Vinci was rapidly recalculating their options given this unexpected development.
"So you have no intention of assisting us?" Olga demanded.
"I didn't say that," Viyrim countered. "I'm open to entertainment in various forms. Saving worlds can be fun, under the right circumstances. With the right incentives." He looked around expectantly. "Speaking of which, what kind of refreshments do you have around here? The interdimensional journey has left me famished."
Before Olga could formulate a suitably scathing response, one of the monitors still functioning despite the system overload began to flash urgently. A technician rushed to check it, then turned with a pale face.
"Director! The Beast – it's accelerating its approach! Estimated contact with the Mooncell's outer boundary in less than six hours!"
All attention shifted to the monitor, which displayed a visualization of the encroaching darkness, moving with terrible purpose toward the glowing structure that represented the Mooncell.
"If it reaches the core," Da Vinci stated grimly, "reality collapse is inevitable."
Viyrim drifted toward the display, regarding it with mild curiosity. "So that's your apocalyptic threat?" He squinted at the writhing mass of darkness. "Looks like a standard reality cancer. Nasty, but hardly original."
"Can you help us or not?" Olga Marie asked bluntly, desperation overriding diplomacy.
Viyrim considered the question, or at least made a show of doing so, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "I could destroy it," he finally said. "Quite easily, in fact. The question is..." He turned to face Olga directly, and for the first time, a hint of serious intent showed through his casual demeanor. "What's in it for me?"
"The continued existence of this world isn't motivation enough?" Romani asked incredulously.
"I've seen countless worlds rise and fall, Doctor," Viyrim replied. "It's the natural cycle of the multiverse. Existence, destruction, renewal." He shrugged. "I'm not emotionally invested in your particular reality, charming though it may be."
Vados cleared her throat delicately. "Lord Viyrim, perhaps I might suggest—"
"Comfortable accommodations!" Viyrim announced suddenly. "And snacks. Lots of snacks. Particularly pudding. I have a fondness for pudding."
The Chaldea staff exchanged bewildered glances.
"You want... pudding?" Olga Marie asked slowly, as if uncertain she'd heard correctly.
"Not just any pudding," Viyrim clarified. "The finest your reality has to offer. Experimental flavors encouraged. Creative presentations appreciated." He smiled brightly. "In exchange, I'll flick your Beast problem into the sun and stick around for a while. You seem like you might be entertaining."
"That's it?" Da Vinci asked cautiously. "Pudding and a room?"
"For now," Viyrim nodded. "I reserve the right to add reasonable requests as they occur to me."
Olga Marie looked like she was calculating complex risk assessments in her head. After a moment of internal struggle, she nodded curtly. "Fine. Deal. Now please, deal with the Beast before it's too late."
"Excellent!" Viyrim clapped his hands, sending tiny shockwaves through the room. "Vados, would you mind providing a visual of the Beast's exact coordinates?"
Vados raised her staff, its orb glowing briefly before projecting a three-dimensional map of space around the Mooncell. A pulsing dark mass was clearly visible, approaching the shimmering lunar structure.
"Ah, there it is," Viyrim said, floating higher to get a better view. "Nasty little conceptual parasite, isn't it?"
He raised one hand, and a small purple glow appeared at his fingertip – a mote of energy no larger than a grain of sand. With a casual flicking motion, as if shooing away an insect, he sent the tiny light streaking into the projection.
For a moment, nothing happened. The Chaldea staff watched in confused silence, expecting some grander gesture from the self-proclaimed God of Destruction.
Then, every instrument in the room went haywire simultaneously. The projection itself shuddered, pixelated, and briefly displayed an explosion of such magnitude that the visualization software crashed. When the emergency backup systems restored the image, the Beast was simply... gone.
"There we go," Viyrim said cheerfully, dusting his hands together. "Problem solved. Now, about that pudding?"
The room fell into stunned silence. Da Vinci rushed to verify the readings, her fingers flying over the controls. "It's... confirmed," she said slowly, disbelief evident in her voice. "The Beast-class threat has been completely neutralized. Not contained, not suppressed – eradicated."
"What did you do?" Mash asked, lowering her shield slightly.
"Oh, just sent a tiny fraction of destruction energy its way," Viyrim explained casually. "Enough to unravel its conceptual framework and scatter the remains into your sun for good measure. Basic cosmic housekeeping."
"That's impossible," one of the technicians muttered. "The calculations we ran showed that even with a dozen top-tier Servants, we would have barely been able to contain it, let alone destroy it completely."
"Different reality, different rules," Viyrim replied with a shrug. "Your conceptual threats are no match for actual destruction energy from Universe 6. It's like trying to stop a tsunami with a paper fan."
Olga Marie was staring at the monitors, her professional composure finally cracking to reveal naked disbelief. "You... you really did it. In seconds. What took us months of preparation and would have required our most desperate measures... you just..."
"Flicked it away, yes," Viyrim nodded. "I told you I could. Now, about those accommodations? And the pudding? A deal is a deal, after all."
Arcueid, who had been watching this exchange with growing curiosity, suddenly laughed – a sound like crystal bells that carried a hint of predatory delight. "He destroyed a concept," she said, her eyes gleaming. "Not suppressed it, not bound it – destroyed the very idea of it. That's..." She looked at Viyrim with newfound interest. "Impressive."
"Tuesday stuff," Viyrim replied with a wink. "You should see what I do when I'm actually trying."
As the Chaldea staff struggled to process the implications of what they'd just witnessed, Viyrim floated closer to Olga Marie. "So, Director," he said, smiling broadly, "where's my room? And more importantly, where's your kitchen? I have some very specific pudding requests to discuss with your chef."
## Chapter 4: Adjustment Period
"These accommodations are... functional," Viyrim pronounced as he surveyed the VIP guest quarters that had been hastily prepared for him. The room, while luxurious by Chaldea's standards, with its queen-sized bed, private bathroom, and panoramic window overlooking the Antarctic landscape, clearly fell short of his cosmic expectations.
"Chaldea was not designed with the comfort of interdimensional deities in mind," Dr. Romani explained diplomatically from the doorway, maintaining what he hoped was a respectful distance. "These are our finest quarters, typically reserved for visiting dignitaries."
"Hmm." Viyrim floated a circuit around the room, not bothering to touch the floor. He poked at various furnishings with mild curiosity, like a child examining insects. "The bed is unnecessary – I don't sleep in the conventional sense. The bathroom facilities are quaint but irrelevant to my physiology. And the view..." He paused at the window, gazing out at the snow-covered mountains. "Actually, the view isn't bad. Stark, but it has a certain minimalist appeal."
Romani released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "I'm glad something meets with your approval."
"Oh, I didn't say I disapproved of the rest," Viyrim clarified, now experimenting with floating upside-down near the ceiling. "It's all very charming in a primitive, mortal way. Like historical reenactment accommodations."
"Historical..." Romani began, then thought better of pursuing that particular comment. "Well, if there's anything specific you require to make your stay more comfortable, we'll do our best to provide it."
Viyrim righted himself and tapped his chin thoughtfully. "The room could use more... space."
"I'm afraid larger quarters would require significant renovations, which—"
"No, no," Viyrim interrupted with a casual wave. "I mean actual space. Cosmic vistas. Nebulae. That sort of thing."
Before Romani could formulate a response to this impossible request, Viyrim raised one hand and made a subtle gesture. The very fabric of reality seemed to shudder, and suddenly the room... expanded. Not in a way that changed its physical dimensions within Chaldea's structure, but rather as if the interior space now connected to somewhere else entirely.
Where the back wall had been, there now extended what appeared to be an endlessly vast chamber with ## Chapter 4: Adjustment Period (Continued)
Where the back wall had been, there now extended what appeared to be an endlessly vast chamber with a ceiling that opened directly into the cosmos. Actual stars twinkled in the velvet darkness above, and nebulae in impossible colors swirled lazily across the new vista. The floor seamlessly transitioned from Chaldea's standard flooring to a material that resembled liquid starlight solidified into marble.
"There," Viyrim said with satisfaction. "Much better."
Romani's jaw dropped as he stared at the impossible space that now existed where a standard wall should be. "That's... you've... the structural integrity of Chaldea..." he stammered, his scientific mind struggling to process the fundamental laws of physics being casually rewritten before his eyes.
"Relax, Doctor," Viyrim said, patting the human's shoulder and causing Romani to flinch slightly at the contact with a being who had, moments ago, erased an existential threat with a flick of his finger. "The room still occupies the same physical space in your dimension. I've simply extended it into a pocket dimension of my own creation. Think of it as... interdimensional interior decorating."
"Is this... safe?" Romani managed, still staring at the cosmic vista.
"Perfectly! Well, mostly. I'd advise against walking too far into the starfield without me present. Spatial relativity gets a bit tricky near the edges." Viyrim floated over to a newly manifested floating divan made of a material that seemed to shift colors depending on the angle of view. "Now, I believe I was promised pudding?"
"R-right," Romani said, finally tearing his gaze away from the impossible space. "The kitchen staff is preparing several varieties for you to sample."
"Excellent!" Viyrim beamed. "And what about accommodations for Vados and our unexpected guest, the fascinating Ms. Brunestud?"
"We've prepared rooms adjacent to yours," Romani explained, slowly regaining his composure. "Though I'm not sure if Ms. Brunestud intends to stay. She's not technically under our authority, and as a True Ancestor..."
"Oh, she'll stay," Viyrim said with casual certainty. "She's curious. I can practically taste it radiating off her." He tilted his head, as if listening to something only he could hear. "Speaking of whom..."
The door slid open, revealing Arcueid Brunestud. The White Princess of the True Ancestors entered with predatory grace, her crimson eyes immediately locking onto Viyrim.
"You've rearranged reality," she stated, not a question but an observation as she took in the cosmic expansion of the room.
"Just a bit of redecorating," Viyrim replied cheerfully. "Do you like it? I find that mortals tend to build such confined spaces. So... claustrophobic."
Arcueid stepped further into the room, her attention now fixed on the starfield. "These are not the stars of our universe," she said slowly.
"No, they're from my home universe. Universe 6, to be precise," Viyrim explained, watching with interest as she approached the boundary between dimensions. "Different cosmic constants, different spectral signatures. Your astronomer types would have a field day studying them."
Arcueid reached out, her pale hand hovering just above the threshold between realities. "May I?"
"By all means," Viyrim gestured welcomingly. "Just don't drift too far without me. The gravitational differentials can be a bit... surprising for first-time travelers."
Without hesitation, Arcueid stepped across the boundary. The moment she crossed over, her golden hair seemed to lift slightly, as if responding to an invisible breeze, and motes of light began to orbit slowly around her form.
"Interesting," she said, looking down at herself. "My connection to the planet... it feels different here. More distant, yet somehow clearer." She turned back to Viyrim, genuine curiosity lighting her features. "What is this place, exactly?"
"A bubble of Universe 6 physics contained within a dimensional pocket of my own creation," Viyrim explained, floating over to join her. "Think of it as an embassy of sorts. A little piece of my reality visiting yours."
Romani, who had been watching this exchange with a mixture of scientific fascination and existential dread, cleared his throat nervously. "I should... report to Director Olga Marie about these... modifications."
"Go ahead," Viyrim said, never taking his eyes off Arcueid as she explored the star-strewn expanse. "Tell her not to worry. The structural integrity of her facility remains intact. Mostly."
As Romani beat a hasty retreat, Arcueid turned to face Viyrim directly. "You are unlike any being I've encountered in my five thousand years of existence," she stated bluntly. "Neither human nor divine spirit as we understand them."
"I should hope not," Viyrim replied with a grin. "What would be the fun in being categorizable?"
"What are you, truly?" Arcueid asked, stepping closer, her predatory nature evident in the fluid grace of her movement.
"I told you," Viyrim said, making no move to retreat from her advance. "God of Destruction, Universe 6. Cosmic Arbiter of Entropy. Pudding Enthusiast."
"Those are titles, not explanations," Arcueid countered, now close enough that most beings would have felt threatened. "What is your essence? Your nature?"
Viyrim considered her for a moment, head tilted. "Curious little vampire, aren't you?"
"True Ancestor," she corrected automatically. "Not vampire."
"Semantics," Viyrim waved dismissively. "Apex predator with a taste for life essence—potato, po-tah-to." He sighed theatrically. "If you must know, I am a fundamental force of creation given consciousness and form. Destruction is necessary for renewal, entropy for rebirth. Every universe needs its balancing forces, and in Universe 6, I am that balance."
"You maintain equilibrium," Arcueid said, understanding dawning in her crimson eyes.
"When I feel like it," Viyrim corrected with a mischievous smile. "Balance can be terribly boring sometimes. Hence, interdimensional vacation." He floated a leisurely circle around her, studying her with equal curiosity. "And what about you, Princess of True Ancestors? What brings an apex predator like yourself to play nice with the humans of Chaldea?"
"I didn't choose to come here," Arcueid reminded him. "You pulled me across dimensions."
"Ah, but you choose to stay," Viyrim pointed out. "You could leave at any time, return to your slumber or whatever it is you do when not terrifying lesser beings."
Arcueid's lips curved in a small smile. "You... interest me. You smell like destruction, but not corruption. Power, but not malice." She inhaled deeply, as if savoring his scent. "After five millennia, finding something genuinely new is... rare."
"I know exactly what you mean," Viyrim said, genuine understanding in his voice. "The crushing weight of eons, the endless repetition of cosmic cycles. Finding novelty becomes the greatest treasure."
For a moment, they regarded each other in silence, two immortal predators recognizing a kindred spirit across the gulf of different realities.
The moment was broken by the chime of the door. It slid open to reveal a nervous-looking staff member bearing a hovering tray laden with various desserts.
"Um... Lord Viyrim?" the server said hesitantly, eyes wide as they took in the cosmic vista. "Your... pudding selection?"
"Perfect timing!" Viyrim exclaimed, instantly shifting back to his jovial demeanor. He floated over and examined the selection with exaggerated seriousness. "Hmm, vanilla, chocolate, caramel... conventional, but a good baseline. And what's this? Matcha? Interesting botanical infusion."
The server stood frozen, clearly terrified to be in the presence of the being who had casually rewritten physics while simultaneously intimidated by Arcueid, whose predatory nature was apparent even to ordinary humans.
"You may set it down over there," Viyrim said kindly, pointing to a newly manifested floating table that definitely hadn't existed seconds before.
The server hastily placed the tray down and backed away, bowing repeatedly. "Is... is there anything else you require, sir?"
"Not at the moment, thank you," Viyrim replied, already picking up a pudding cup and examining it with childlike enthusiasm. "Though do tell your chef that I look forward to more creative variations tomorrow. Perhaps something with celestial inspiration? Star-fruit perhaps?"
"Y-yes, sir. Right away, sir." The server backed out of the room, the door sliding shut with a relieved hiss.
"Would you care to join me?" Viyrim asked Arcueid, gesturing to the pudding selection.
Arcueid looked faintly amused. "I don't typically consume human food."
"Neither do I, technically," Viyrim replied. "My natural diet consists primarily of energy states that don't exist in your reality. But that doesn't mean we can't appreciate the artistry of mortal cuisine." He held out a cup of crimson-colored pudding. "This one's blood orange flavor. Seems appropriate for your aesthetic."
After a moment's hesitation, Arcueid accepted the offered dessert. She regarded it with mild suspicion before taking a cautious taste. Her eyes widened slightly. "It's... pleasant."
"See? New experiences already," Viyrim said, floating cross-legged in midair as he sampled the matcha pudding. "That's what interdimensional vacations are all about."
---
Meanwhile, in Chaldea's control room, chaos reigned.
"He did WHAT to his quarters?" Olga Marie demanded, her voice hitting a pitch that made nearby technicians wince.
"Created some kind of... pocket dimension," Romani explained, still looking slightly shell-shocked. "Connected directly to our reality but operating under different physical laws. He called it 'interdimensional interior decorating.'"
Da Vinci, rather than appearing alarmed, looked fascinated. "The energy readings from that section of Chaldea are extraordinary," she said, examining a tablet displaying multicolored waveforms. "It's as if a completely different set of fundamental constants is bleeding through. The research potential is—"
"The research potential?" Olga interrupted incredulously. "Da Vinci, we have an unknown entity of godlike power rewriting physics in our facility, and you're talking about research opportunities?"
"We should always look for the silver lining in cosmic catastrophes," Da Vinci replied with unflappable optimism. "Besides, he did eliminate our Beast problem with less effort than it takes most of us to sneeze."
Before Olga could formulate a suitably cutting response, Mash entered the control room, followed by the Master candidate.
"Director," Mash reported, "the summoning chamber is showing unusual activity again."
"Define 'unusual,'" Olga demanded, though her tone suggested she already dreaded the answer.
"The FATE system is reactivating," Mash explained. "But it's not drawing power from Chaldea's reactors. It seems to be... resonating with the energy signature from Lord Viyrim's quarters."
"You're saying he's influencing our summoning system?" Romani asked, alarmed. "Even from across the facility?"
"I don't think it's intentional," Mash clarified. "It's more like his mere presence is causing ripple effects throughout Chaldea's magical systems."
Da Vinci studied her readings with growing excitement. "Fascinating! It's as if the Throne of Heroes itself is responding to his existential gravity. The summoning system is trying to recalibrate around a new central paradigm."
"In plain language, please," Olga requested through gritted teeth.
"Our summoning system is adapting to recognize him as a higher priority than the established protocols," Da Vinci translated. "Instead of connecting to the Throne of Heroes through our carefully calibrated pathways, it's establishing a direct connection through him."
"And what does that mean for us?" the Master candidate asked, speaking up for the first time.
Da Vinci's expression grew serious. "It means that any Servants we summon from now on may be fundamentally altered by his influence. Their loyalties, their conceptual frameworks, perhaps even their Noble Phantasms could be affected."
A heavy silence fell over the control room as they processed the implications.
"Should we inform him?" Romani suggested hesitantly.
"And risk him taking even more interest in our summoning system?" Olga shook her head firmly. "Absolutely not. For now, we observe and document. We need to understand exactly what we're dealing with before we make any moves."
As if on cue, every alarm in the control room suddenly blared to life. Screens flickered, showing multiple breaches in Chaldea's security perimeter.
"What now?" Olga demanded.
A technician's fingers flew across his console. "Massive energy signatures approaching from multiple vectors! They're... they're coming through Rayshift coordinates that don't exist in our system!"
"On screen!" Olga ordered.
The main display activated, showing the exterior of Chaldea. The perpetual Antarctic blizzard had suddenly stopped, snow hanging frozen in midair. Through this unnatural stillness came multiple tears in reality - rifts similar to the one through which Viyrim had arrived, but smaller and more numerous.
"Count?" Olga asked tersely.
"Seven distinct anomalies," the technician reported. "All approaching Chaldea directly."
"Alert all Servants and combat personnel," Olga ordered. "Full defensive protocols. And someone get our... guest... and inform him of the situation."
"No need," came a melodious voice from the entrance. Vados stood there, her staff glowing gently. "Lord Viyrim is already aware of the visitors."
"Visitors?" Romani echoed. "You know what these anomalies are?"
Vados inclined her head slightly. "Indeed. It seems that news of Lord Viyrim's interdimensional excursion has reached certain interested parties. The Supreme Kai of Universe 6 has dispatched an investigative team, and it appears that several entities from neighboring realities have detected the disturbance as well."
"Are they hostile?" Olga demanded.
"That depends entirely on how they're received," Vados replied diplomatically. "And, of course, on Lord Viyrim's mood when they arrive."
"His mood?" Olga repeated incredulously.
"Indeed," Vados confirmed with the patience of one explaining simple concepts to a child. "My lord tends to react poorly to interruptions of his recreational activities. Currently, he is enjoying both his pudding tasting session and his conversation with Ms. Brunestud. If the new arrivals disturb this pleasant interlude..." She left the sentence hanging ominously.
Olga massaged her temples, feeling the onset of what promised to be the most spectacular migraine of her career. "And how do we ensure they don't disturb him?"
"I would recommend," Vados suggested smoothly, "allowing me to handle the diplomatic reception. I have millennia of experience managing interactions between Lord Viyrim and various cosmic entities."
"Yes, fine, whatever," Olga agreed, beyond caring about protocol at this point. "Just prevent any reality-ending confrontations in my facility, if you wouldn't mind."
"I shall do my utmost," Vados promised with a slight bow. "Though I should mention that reality-ending confrontations typically occur outside Lord Viyrim's immediate vicinity, as a matter of cosmic courtesy."
"How reassuring," Olga muttered darkly.
## Chapter 5: Divine Intervention
The first of the rifts in reality opened in Chaldea's main reception hall, expanding from a pinpoint of light into a swirling portal roughly two meters in diameter. From within emerged a figure that caused several security personnel to raise their weapons instinctively.
Standing nearly seven feet tall, with lavender skin, pointed ears, and an elaborate uniform that combined elements of both ceremonial robes and armor, the newcomer radiated an aura of authority and power. A circular symbol adorned his chest, marking him as someone of significant rank.
"Lower your weapons," Vados instructed as she glided into the hall. "This is Supreme Kai Fuwa, overseer of Universe 6 and counterbalance to Lord Viyrim's destructive authority."
The Kai's stern expression softened marginally upon seeing Vados. "Angel Vados," he acknowledged with a formal nod. "I should have known you would be involved in this... irregularity."
"Supreme Kai," Vados returned the greeting with perfect courtesy. "What an unexpected pleasure. I don't recall seeing your name on Lord Viyrim's social calendar."
"That's because it wasn't there," Fuwa replied with thinly veiled irritation. "Viyrim has missed seventeen consecutive Universal Administrative Councils. When we detected his energy signature suddenly vanish from our universe, it triggered automatic protocols."
"How thoughtful of you to be concerned," Vados commented, a hint of amusement in her melodious voice.
"Concerned? Try 'alarmed,'" Fuwa corrected. "The God of Destruction cannot simply abandon his universe on a whim! The cosmic balance—"
"Remains perfectly intact," Vados interrupted smoothly. "I've established a direct energy link between Lord Viyrim and Universe 6. Should any truly catastrophic events require his attention, he would be instantly notified."
Fuwa looked unconvinced. "And these mortals?" he asked, gesturing to the Chaldea staff who were watching the exchange with varying degrees of confusion and alarm. "Do they understand what they're hosting?"
"They're learning," Vados replied diplomatically.
Before the conversation could continue, a second rift opened, this one manifesting directly next to the first. From it stepped a woman of breathtaking beauty, her skin a deep azure and her hair flowing like liquid silver. She wore an elaborate dress that seemed to be crafted from solidified moonlight, and her eyes—all three of them—surveyed the room with ancient intelligence.
"Lady Chronoa," Vados greeted, with a deeper bow than she had offered the Supreme Kai. "The Supreme Kai of Time herself. We are truly honored."
"Save the pleasantries, Vados," Chronoa replied, her voice carrying harmonics that seemed to echo through time itself. "Do you have any idea of the temporal distortions Viyrim's little interdimensional jaunt is causing? We've detected timeline fractals spreading through seventeen adjacent reality clusters!"
"A minor side effect, I assure you," Vados said soothingly. "Lord Viyrim is merely taking a short recreational pause in this reality. Once his curiosity is satisfied, we will return to Universe 6, and the timeline fractals will naturally resolve themselves."
"And when might that be?" Chronoa demanded.
"That largely depends on how entertained he remains," Vados replied honestly.
The third rift opened with considerably more drama than the previous two, expanding with a thunderous boom that sent shockwaves through the hall. From within strode a massive figure in ornate golden armor, his feline features set in a perpetual scowl, purple skin similar to Viyrim's but with distinctly feline attributes.
"Beerus," Vados acknowledged, her tone notably cooler. "God of Destruction of Universe 7. What an... unexpected surprise."
"Where is he?" Beerus demanded without preamble, his tail lashing behind him. "Where is that insufferable cosmic trickster you call a God of Destruction?"
"Lord Viyrim is currently indisposed," Vados replied diplomatically. "Perhaps I could take a message?"
"Don't play coy with me, Vados," Beerus growled. "Viyrim has violated the Inter-Universal Non-Interference Pact of the Grand Minister. Again! Do you have any idea how much paperwork that generates for the rest of us?"
"Such a tragedy," Vados commented with subtle sarcasm. "Paperwork. Truly, the greatest burden of divine office."
Beerus's eyes narrowed dangerously. "You think this is a joke? The last time Viyrim went on an 'interdimensional vacation,' he rewrote the fundamental constants of three neighboring reality clusters! It took the Grand Minister himself to sort out the mess!"
The room grew tenser with each new arrival, the combined divine pressures making the air itself feel heavy. Several more rifts were beginning to form around the perimeter of the hall when a casual voice cut through the building tension.
"My, my. Quite the welcome party you've assembled, Vados. And here I thought this was supposed to be a private getaway."
All eyes turned to see Viyrim floating lazily at the entrance to the hall, a cup of pudding in one hand and a spoon in the other. Behind him stood Arcueid, her crimson eyes taking in the assemblage of divine beings with predatory interest.
"Lord Viyrim," Vados acknowledged with a bow. "I was just explaining to our unexpected guests that you are on a recreational sojourn and not to be disturbed."
"And yet, here they are, disturbing away," Viyrim observed, taking another spoonful of pudding. "Hello, Fuwa. Still sporting that ridiculous mohawk, I see. Chronoa, timeless as ever. And Beerus... still holding a grudge about that galaxy cluster rearrangement, are we?"
Beerus bristled visibly. "That was MY territory you rearranged, Viyrim!"
"And it looked so much better afterward," Viyrim countered with a dismissive wave. "Really, you should thank me. Your interior design sense is atrocious."
"Lord Viyrim," Fuwa interjected before Beerus could explode in divine rage, "your presence is required for the Universal Administrative Council. Critical matters regarding the balance of Universe 6 require your attention."
"Sounds boring," Viyrim yawned. "Send me the minutes."
"This is not a request," Fuwa insisted, drawing himself up to his full height. "As Supreme Kai of Universe 6, I formally require your presence at—"
"As God of Destruction of Universe 6," Viyrim interrupted, his tone suddenly less casual, "I formally remind you of the chain of command, Fuwa." The air around him darkened subtly, the ambient light seeming to bend toward him rather than away. "I don't answer to you. I answer to the Grand Minister. And until I receive a direct summons from him, I am exactly where I choose to be."
The tension in the room ratcheted up several notches, divine energies crackling invisibly in the air. Ordinary humans would have been crushed by the pressure, but somehow the Chaldea staff remained unaffected—protected, perhaps, by Viyrim's casual manipulation of reality around them.
Chronoa stepped forward, her three eyes fixed on Viyrim. "This isn't about bureaucracy, Viyrim. Your presence here is causing genuine distortions in the temporal fabric. If you continue to impose Universe 6 physics on this reality cluster, the resulting timeline fractures could become irreparable."
For the first time, Viyrim looked mildly concerned. "Timeline fractures? That's unlike you to exaggerate, Chronoa."
"I never exaggerate about temporal stability," she replied firmly. "This reality operates on fundamentally different principles than our universe cluster. Your power signature is like oil poured into water—it refuses to integrate properly."
Viyrim considered this, absently finishing his pudding and making the empty cup vanish with a flick of his wrist. "An interesting technical challenge," he mused. "Perhaps a localized reality buffer? A dimensional dampening field tuned to my specific energy frequency?"
"Or you could simply return to Universe 6 where you belong," Beerus suggested acidly.
"And miss all this fun?" Viyrim gestured around at Chaldea. "I've only just arrived, and already I've solved their apocalypse problem, redecorated their guest quarters, and discovered seventeen new pudding variations. This place has potential, Beerus."
"Seventeen new pudding variations?" Beerus's ears perked up despite himself. "What kinds?"
"Ah, now you're interested," Viyrim grinned. "They have one with a plant extract called 'matcha' that's particularly intriguing. Earthy, with subtle bitter notes that complement the sweetness."
Beerus visibly wavered, his legendary sweet tooth clearly at war with his annoyance.
Arcueid, who had been observing this divine confrontation with fascination, finally spoke. "These beings... they're like you," she said to Viyrim. "Gods of other universes."
"Some of them," Viyrim confirmed. "Fuwa is what you might call a 'Creation God' to my 'Destruction God'. Chronoa oversees time itself across multiple universes. And Beerus here is my counterpart in Universe 7—though considerably less charming and with questionable fashion sense."
"You dare—" Beerus began, energy of destruction beginning to gather around his clawed hands.
"Now, now," Chronoa intervened, stepping physically between the two Gods of Destruction. "This is precisely the kind of confrontation that could shatter this reality entirely. Remember the protocols, Beerus."
Beerus subsided, though his tail continued to lash angrily.
"Look," Viyrim said, his tone becoming slightly more serious, "I understand your concerns. I'm not here to cause cosmic disruption—well, not major cosmic disruption. I was bored, I followed an interesting summoning beam, and I found myself in this fascinating little reality pocket with its weird conceptual physics and charming mortals who make excellent pudding."
"The timeline fractures—" Chronoa began.
"—will be addressed," Viyrim finished for her. "Vados and I will establish proper dimensional buffers to contain my energy signature within acceptable parameters. No more bleeding effects into the larger reality structure. Satisfied?"
Chronoa looked skeptical but nodded reluctantly. "I'll monitor the situation personally."
"Fine," Viyrim agreed. "Monitor away. Now, is there anything else? Or can I return to my pudding sampling and the delightful company of Ms. Brunestud here?" He gestured to Arcueid, who stood watching the proceedings with predatory intensity.
Fuwa sighed, recognizing the futility of arguing further. "The Universal Administrative Council will proceed without you. Again. But I expect regular updates on your status and activities, Viyrim."
"You'll get weekly postcards," Viyrim promised with a grin. "How's that?"
"Acceptable," Fuwa conceded reluctantly. "For now."
As the divine visitors prepared to depart, the remaining rifts around the perimeter suddenly flared with renewed energy. Three more figures stepped through almost simultaneously, adding to the already crowded reception hall.
The first was a tall woman with striking green skin and white hair, dressed in an elaborate outfit that marked her as Beerus's angelic attendant. "Lord Beerus," she called with exasperation, "you can't simply abandon an Interfaith Culinary Exchange to chase after Lord Viyrim!"
"Quiet, Whis," Beerus muttered. "This is official God of Destruction business."
"Is that what we're calling temper tantrums these days?" Whis asked innocently.
The second figure was even more imposing—a muscular humanoid with red skin and four arms, each wielding a different divine weapon. "VIYRIM!" he bellowed, his voice causing the very foundations of Chaldea to tremble. "YOU OWE ME A REMATCH!"
"Oh no," Viyrim groaned. "Not Rajahs. I thought we settled this three epochs ago."
"WE SETTLED NOTHING!" the four-armed deity thundered. "YOU CHEATED!"
"I did not cheat," Viyrim clarified to the room at large. "I simply redefined the parameters of the contest mid-competition. Completely different concept."
The third arrival was perhaps the most surprising—a small, childlike figure with purple skin, sporting an elaborate mohawk and regal attire similar to Fuwa's. "Brother," he addressed the Supreme Kai of Universe 6, "you left without authorization. The Grand Minister was most displeased."
"Champa," Fuwa acknowledged with a grimace. "I left you in charge for a reason."
"Yes, and that reason is now demanding your immediate return," Champa replied petulantly. "Do you have any idea how boring those council meetings are?"
The chaotic scene was rapidly approaching farcical proportions, with divine beings from multiple universes bickering in Chaldea's reception hall while bewildered human staff looked on.
Arcueid leaned closer to Viyrim, her crimson eyes alight with amusement. "Your colleagues seem... colorful."
"You don't know the half of it," Viyrim replied with a long-suffering sigh. "This is precisely why I needed a vacation. Cosmic politics is exhausting."
Before the situation could devolve further, Vados tapped her staff firmly against the floor, the sound reverberating with impossible depth. "ENOUGH," she declared, her usually melodious voice taking on harmonics that silenced even the bickering deities. "This behavior is beneath beings of your stature."
The hall fell silent, all eyes turning to Vados in surprise.
"Lord Viyrim has made his position clear," she continued, her tone brooking no argument. "He will remain in this reality for a recreational period, with appropriate dimensional buffers established to prevent temporal instability. All concerns have been noted and will be addressed. There is nothing further to discuss at this time."
For a moment, it seemed as if several of the divine visitors might object. Then, one by one, they subsided, recognizing the authority in Vados's voice—the authority of one who spoke with the backing of powers even greater than Gods of Destruction.
"Fine," Beerus growled. "But this isn't over, Viyrim. And I expect samples of these new pudding varieties as compensation for my wasted time."
"I'll have a care package sent through the dimensional buffer," Viyrim promised, already looking bored with the entire confrontation. "Now, if you'll all excuse us, I was in the middle of a fascinating cultural exchange with Ms. Brunestud."
With various degrees of reluctance, the divine visitors began to depart through their respective rifts, leaving behind a reception hall full of stunned Chaldea personnel and one very impressed True Ancestor.
"Is it always like this?" Arcueid asked as the last of the rifts sealed itself.
"Sadly, yes," Viyrim sighed. "The burden of cosmic celebrity. Everyone wants a piece of your attention, especially when you're trying to have a quiet moment with pudding."
Arcueid's laugh was like silver bells, carrying an edge of predatory delight. "I begin to understand why you sought escape to our reality."
"Your reality has many appealing qualities," Viyrim agreed, his gaze lingering on her with newfound appreciation. "Not least of which is the company."
From across the hall, Vados observed this exchange with a knowing look, while Olga Marie—who had arrived midway through the divine confrontation—appeared to be calculating exactly how many aspirin she would need to survive this new development.
"Director," Romani whispered urgently, "are we really going to allow him to stay? After seeing... all of this?" He gestured to the still-shimmering air where reality had been repeatedly torn open and resealed.
Olga Marie's expression was grim but resigned. "Do you propose we try to evict a being that other gods approach with caution?" she asked acidly. "Because I, for one, would like to continue existing."
"Good point," Romani conceded.
"Besides," Olga added after a moment, "he did solve our Beast problem with less effort than it takes us to blink. Having such power on our side, even temporarily..."
"Could be an asset," Da Vinci finished, joining their huddle. "Or the greatest liability in human history."
"Which is why," Olga decided, "we will observe, document, and adapt. If Viyrim wants to vacation in our reality, so be it. But we'll learn everything we can about him and his capabilities while he's here."
"And Ms. Brunestud?" Mash asked hesitantly. "She's not exactly known for her cooperation with human organizations."
All eyes turned to where Arcueid stood conversing with Viyrim, the two powerful beings clearly developing a rapport that transcended their different origins.
"I think," Da Vinci said thoughtfully, "we're witnessing the beginning of something either terrifying or miraculous. Possibly both."
"Just what we needed," Olga muttered. "A cosmic god and a True Ancestor forming a friendship in my facility."
"Actually," Romani observed with raised eyebrows, "I'm not sure 'friendship' is quite the word for what's developing there..."
## Chapter 6: Summoning Chaos
Three days after Viyrim's arrival and the subsequent divine visitation, a semblance of routine had begun to establish itself within Chaldea. The God of Destruction had, true to his word, created a dimensional buffer that contained his disruptive energy signature, preventing further reality fractures. Vados maintained regular communication with the Supreme Kai and the Kai of Time, sending detailed reports that seemed to satisfy their immediate concerns.
Life in Chaldea, however, was anything but normal.
The staff had quickly divided into two camps: those who actively avoided the sections of the facility where Viyrim might be encountered, and those who found excuses to linger in those same areas, hoping to witness some new impossible feat of cosmic power. The kitchen staff had embraced the challenge of creating novel pudding varieties with surprising enthusiasm, treating each new creation as a high-stakes culinary experiment.