[March 7th]: Hi everyone!
[Saeko Busujima]: Oh, Miss March 7th! Hello there. Free today?
[Dongfang Huaizhu]: Hello, Miss March 7th!
[Akane Nishino]: Hi there, Miss March 7th.
After March 7th's greeting, everyone exchanged pleasantries.
[Marika]: So, what brings you online today? Is the Astral Express all set?
[March 7th]: Yep! All done! I'm sitting cozy in the Parlor Car right now. Let me snap a photo for everyone!
March 7th raised her camera to capture the scene. But her lens lingered on Yuki, who sat quietly nearby, absorbed in a book.
A spark lit up her eyes. A grin spread across her face bright as a crescent moon.
She bounced off the sofa and bounded over to him, grabbing his arm.
Yuki, who had been reading The Complete Theories of Genius Herta, was interrupted mid-page.
"What are you doing?" He raised an eyebrow at the pink-haired girl.
She just giggled and dragged him back to the long sofa. Snuggling close, she held up the camera, aimed it at both of them, and flashed a brilliant smile as she clicked the shutter.
Click.
A photo slid out from the bottom of the camera—just like the iconic blue one from the game. Instant print. Convenient.
"Just taking a picture! Don't be mad~" She grinned, examining the print.
Yuki shook his head with a resigned smile.
The camera was a gift from him, a creation of his own making. Unlimited battery, infinite photo paper. Pure black tech.
And March 7th adored it. She carried it everywhere, snapping shots of anything interesting.
Her reasoning: her deadbeat dad wouldn't tell her about her past. But maybe, just maybe, one of these photos would capture something familiar, something that would help her remember.
Yuki returned to his book.
March 7th used the chat group's image-sharing feature to upload the photo.
[March 7th]: [Image]
[Seitenshi]: Oh... Yuki is still there?
[Saeko Busujima]: Looks like he hasn't left yet. I've heard that world is fascinating. I'd love to visit sometime.
[Akane Nishino]: +1!
[Artemis]: Aaah! Yuki is as handsome as ever!
[Artemis]: Ahem. But Miss March 7th's world does sound interesting. I've heard there are beings called Aeons.
[Athena]: I, too, am somewhat curious about these Aeons.
[March 7th]: You're all welcome! It'd be so fun if everyone came!
[March 7th]: By the way, what was Sister Lilis talking about earlier? Something about building a church?
She'd been busy and missed the earlier conversation. The others filled her in, how Lilis had devoted herself to Yuki as her god and become his saint.
March 7th blinked. She turned and stared at Yuki.
Stared for a long moment.
Then she looked back at the chat.
[March 7th]: Wait, what?! Yuki is worshipped as a god in another world? You're joking, right?
She couldn't reconcile the image of a majestic, solemn deity with the man before her, handsome, yes, but also funny, warm, and a bit of a teasing pervert.
Not that she disliked it. If anything, a certain girlish affection had quietly taken root in her heart.
But a god? Him?
[Lilis]: How could I be joking?
[Akane Nishino]: Exactly. In our world, Yuki has already surpassed every deity of any creed.
[March 7th]: Huh?! He's really that incredible?!
[Artemis]: If Lord Yuki isn't worthy of being called a god, then no one in the entire multiverse is.
[Raiden Ei]: .....Indeed.
[Saeko Busujima]: Miss March 7th probably hasn't seen Lord Yuki's power level or the recordings in the group files. It's natural to have doubts!
[Marika]: That's likely it. Little March, I suggest you check the group owner's info and take a look at the recordings in the files.
Curiosity piqued, March 7th followed their advice.
She opened the group member list and tapped on Yuki's profile.
There it was: Power Level: Transcendent.
She scratched her head. "Huh? Is that even a rank?"
Confused, she pulled up the group's power level classification guide. When she saw where "Transcendent" sat, she shot off the sofa like a rocket.
"Holy...!!"
Her words dissolved into stammering fragments. The sheer scale of Yuki's power had short-circuited her language center.
Her gaze locked onto him still sitting there, calmly reading.
Shock. Disbelief. Awe.
"What's with the outburst?" Yuki glanced up.
March 7th snapped back to reality. She plopped down beside him, staring with renewed curiosity.
"You—you big pervert! Your power is way higher than my deadbeat dad's!"
Yuki rolled his eyes. "Is that surprising?"
He closed the book. "Why do you think your dad didn't just smite me the moment I broke your seal? Because he knew he couldn't."
March 7th blinked. "Oh... yeah. That makes sense."
She scratched her head. "Still... hearing that feels kind of... weird. I can't really describe it."
Yuki shot her a playful look. "That's why you should stop calling me a 'big pervert.' If I actually wanted to do something to you, you couldn't stop me anyway."
March 7th's face flushed bright red. She crossed her arms protectively.
"Hmph! I don't care! You are a big pervert! Nyeh!"
She stuck out her tongue, made a face, and turned away with a huff.
Yuki shrugged and returned to his book.
March 7th muttered under her breath, "If I can't stop him, then I just won't. Not like it'd be a loss for me anyway..."
Then she opened the chat group files and started watching the recordings of Yuki.
Yuki, still reading, allowed a faint smile to curl his lips.
She probably didn't realize he could hear every word she whispered.