The centuries of tranquility maintained by the celestial bloodlines shattered overnight when the war drums echoed from the depths of the dark dimension. Demon King Asmodeus, a tyrannical entity known for his boundless cruelty, launched a massive invasion. His ambition was no longer a secret: to conquer the Orion World as a stepping stone to dominate the Five Universes.
The scale of this battle was so massive that it fractured the intergalactic bureaucratic order. Akemi, the first princess of the Garuda Andromeda Kingdom, was forced to absent herself from an important meeting with the nation's high dignitaries. She had no choice; the borders of Andromeda vibrated violently under the trampling boots of the demon legion, forcing her to personally descend to the front lines to lead the vanguard.
In the midst of despair, aid came from the most unexpected place: the Milky Way Dragon Kingdom.
Cosmic Historical Note: The relationship between the Garuda Andromeda Kingdom and the Milky Way Dragon Kingdom had long been frozen due to ancient traditions, primordial suspicion, and gray territorial conflicts spanning thousands of years.
However, the threat of mass extinction from Asmodeus forced these two giant egos to collapse. Amidst the licking flames of the battlefield, Ame Ryusaki of Garuda Andromeda and Shin Maryu, the Dark Dragon King, fought back-to-back, protecting one another. The brotherhood born of shared blood amidst fields of gore became a new cosmic symbol: that between the spectrum of absolute darkness and pure light, there is always a middle path that can be forged for the salvation of the universe.
Yet, the external war paled in comparison to the rift inside the palace. Kenji Shiro suffered from a profound moral dilemma as the forbidden secret he shared with Kagura began to leak to the public. True identities, past truths, and hidden treacheries surfaced just as the upper dimension was shaken by a mystical convergence between the Goddess of Nothingness and the Goddess of Chaos.
The situation plunged to its absolute nadir when the ice coffin at the bottom of the lower dimension shattered. Maharani Sayuki shi Yui, the True Demon Queen, awakened from a long slumber spanning millions of full moons.
"God Clan and Dragon Race... your blood shall seal the end of this era," Sahashi Yui whispered, her voice vibrating through the very foundations of the multi-universe. Her awakening marked a new chapter of total war that would determine whether the Five Universes would stand or crumble into cosmic ash.
Part II: The Messenger from the Old Empire
While the Orion World stood on the brink of destruction, a handsome youth clad in a silver robe bearing a dragon emblem was racing his flying sword through the atmosphere of the Nusantara Earth. He was Su Madara Reishi, the Crown Prince of the Orion World Void Kingdom, Shinta's younger brother, and the youngest son of the eternal goddess Kaguya Akemono.
Madara's breath was ragged. He carried a crucial, high-stakes emergency message from his father, Duke Raksa (the wielder of the Luck-Plundering Dominance System). The message was brief but terrifying: the Old Empire in the Orion World had fallen, breached by the vanguard of the Hell Land Demon Kingdom. As the youngest son who was always relied upon for logistics and message delivery, Madara sacrificed half of his spiritual energy just to reach the new coordinates of his family: the Sect of the Eternal Dragon.
In Madara's mind, this journey was a sacred suicide mission. He imagined he would find his elder sisters—the arrogant rulers who usually sat upon golden thrones looking down on all living beings—tense and deeply engaged in drawing up high-level war strategies.
"Sister Yui Fujita... Sister Shinta... Mother Kaguya... Forgive Madara for being late. Our Empire is in grave danger!" Madara muttered with tearful eyes as his feet touched down at the outer gates of the sect.
He prepared himself to burst inside, unleash his sword aura, and shout at the top of his lungs to summon those Emperors of the Five Universes. However, the first sight that greeted his eyes in the side yard of the sect made all the words catch in his throat.
Part III: Mental Breakdown of the Youngest Son
Madara froze. His brain instantly suffered a severe system error. The visual before him was far more terrifying than Asmodeus's demon invasion back in Orion.
Standing near a large washbasin made of teak wood was his eldest sister, Yui Fujita Akeno. The Supreme Goddess of the Eternal Dragon, Ruler of the 99 Creatures of the Apocalypse, owner of the Death Journey System who had just overthrown Sang Hyang Wijaya Kusumah and seized control of the outer-space trade routes... was currently wearing a cloth apron patterned with small sunflowers. Her hands, which usually held Black Holes and White Holes, were now holding a soapy sponge, scrubbing a scorched pot with a cold, majestic expression.
Right beside her stood Shinta Shiro Yuma. His elder sister, notorious for being the laziest royal, who in the Old Empire only knew how to lounge idly on silk beds, munching celestial grapes while ordering Madara to wash her feet—was now barking orders at someone, her face flushed with anger.
"Hey, Roro Rani! Scrub those plates clean! Don't think just because you're an emissary of the southern seas you can wipe those glasses half-heartedly! Look at this, there's still Soto oil residue on it!" Shinta scolded, pointing aggressively at a ceramic plate.
And what truly crushed Madara's sanity down to its deepest foundations was the middle-aged woman hanging up dishcloths near a frangipani tree. It was his own mother, Kaguya Akemono, the True Eternal Goddess.
"Madara?" Kaguya turned around, noticing her youngest son's presence. "Oh, my boy. You've arrived? Splendid. As it happens, Arya Kemuning just moved the dishwashing water to the front yard, so the water in this basin is running a bit low. Could you fetch some water from the well out back?"
Thump.
Madara took two steps back. His knees trembled. His head spun violently.
[ Mental Health Status: CRITICAL CRISIS ]
[ Imperial Family of Orion Bloodline: Collapsed into Dishwashers ]
In the Old Empire of the Orion World, let alone touching soap, merely looking at a dirty plate was taboo for these emperors. They were the type of rulers who simply snapped their fingers, and ten thousand servants would come crawling with exquisite dishes. Madara was the only one they constantly burdened with heavy chores simply because of his status as the youngest.
"S-Sister Yui..." Madara's voice quivered, on the verge of tears. "What... what forbidden magic ritual are you all performing? Is this part of a cultivation to merge with the suffering of the common folk to defeat Asmodeus?!"
Yui Fujita stopped scrubbing the pot. She looked down at her youngest brother with an icy, haughty gaze, then lifted the pot, which now gleamed like a celestial mirror.
"This is no ritual, Madara," Yui Fujita said in a flat, matter-of-fact tone. "This is called the domestic chore rotation of the Eternal Dragon Sect. Here, the system does not care whether you are an Emperor of the Five Universes or a Dragon God. If your name appears on the kitchen duty board, you wash the dishes."
"But... but the Old Empire is under attack by the Demons of the Hell Land! Father Duke Raksa sent me to ask for military reinforcement!" Madara cried hysterically, clutching his pounding head.
Shinta walked right up to her brother and, without a shred of mercy, smacked Madara on the head with a wet wooden spatula. WHACK!
"Ouch! Sister Shinta!"
"Keep it down, Madara! The Asmodeus and Demon situation can wait until this evening after the laundry dries!" Shinta scolded, hands on her hips. "Besides, Father sent you here not just to report a war, but because he was sick of watching you lounge around in a palace that's about to collapse anyway! Take this cloth, help Mother dry the bowls!"
Part IV: Sweet Comedy at the Washing Basin
Diah Roro Rani Wijaya (the incarnation of Amethyst Ryu Shinjie), who had been forced to wash dishes due to Shinta's coercion, could only shoot Madara a look of deep sympathy, sharing the plight of a fellow victim of the sect's ruthless system.
"Welcome to the real world, Crown Prince of Orion," Roro Rani whispered softly as she rinsed the last plate.
Madara stared at the dishcloth now draped over his silver shoulder guards. His battle armor, worth millions of spiritual stones, had now been repurposed into an emergency apron. Utterly defeated, his mind completely numb, the Crown Prince slumped over to the washbasin and sat on a tiny wooden stool next to Yui Fujita.
"Sister... which one is the dish soap?" Madara asked quietly, accepting his new destiny.
Yui Fujita handed him a bottle of green liquid that smelled of magical lime. "Use this one. Just three drops can cleanse even the blood stains of an ancient primordial demon."
Seeing her youngest son finally working obediently, Kaguya Akemono offered a beautiful smile from behind the clothesline. She walked over and gently stroked Madara's hair, washing away all the exhaustion and shock from the young man's mind.
"Good boy," Kaguya praised softly. "Once the dishes are done, Mother has prepared some celestial sweet es dawet cendol in the main hall. We shall eat together with Wira Sanjaya and Arya Kemuning, alright?"
At the mention of 'es dawet', Madara's stomach, which had been growling after flying across galaxies, let out a loud rumble. Shinta burst into roaring laughter at her brother's collapsed dignity, while Yui Fujita merely shook her head, the corners of her lips curving into a subtle smile.
Asmodeus's invasion might be burning the Orion World to the ground, but in this small corner of the Eternal Dragon Sect's kitchen in Nusantara, the strange, silly, soap-bubble-filled warmth of family felt far more precious than any golden throne in the Five Universes.