Under Morpheus's guidance, the four Lostbelt worlds integrated into his Light Dimension quickly stabilized.
There were no collisions or wars.
Mainly because Morpheus wouldn't allow it.
As the ruler of the Light Dimension, a true Dimension Lord, anything Morpheus disapproved of was impossible.
Thus, the four Lostbelt worlds merged seamlessly, forming a harmonious society without a ripple.
Of course, some sought to seize power or betray Morpheus.
But before they could act, Morpheus brainwashed them, turning them into loyal servants to manage the billions across the four worlds.
He had no worries about rebellion.
This was his domain.
No one could cause trouble.
Morpheus was utterly confident.
After handling the Lostbelt worlds, he returned to the main world from the Light Dimension.
Compared to those worlds, he preferred the chaotic, super-converged main world.
Wasn't it nice to eat, drink, and enjoy life every day?
Of course, it'd be better without that mastermind constantly trying to destroy the world.
One morning, Morpheus got out of bed, ate breakfast, and was torn between going to school or wandering the streets when he received a message from a devotee.
"Lord Morpheus, are you there?"
Morpheus recognized the voice instantly—Hachiman Hikigaya.
Some time ago, he'd taken Hachiman as a devotee, curious to see how he'd fare in this crossover world and what strange paths he'd tread.
Why was Hachiman contacting him now? Had something happened?
"I'm here. What's up?" Morpheus responded.
Hachiman hesitated. "I've run into a tricky situation. Lord Morpheus, do you know about Campiones?"
"I do," Morpheus said. "Campiones are those who, by some twist of fate, kill a god and seize their power and Authorities. Lucky bastards, basically."
"Did you cross one?"
Hachiman sounded shocked. "Campiones are that powerful?"
"They're decent. Just lucky," Morpheus replied.
The gap between humans and gods was vast. Without extraordinary luck, killing a god was a pipe dream.
Hachiman continued, "I recently made a new friend, but a Campione took her. She's in grave danger. I'm debating whether to confront the Campione and get her back."
Morpheus's eyes flickered. "Your friend wouldn't happen to be a miko, would she?"
Hachiman was stunned. "How did you know, Lord Morpheus?"
"So, the Campione who took her is Marquis Voban?" Morpheus asked.
"Yes," Hachiman confirmed firmly.
Morpheus clicked his tongue. "It really is Marquis Voban."
Hachiman was puzzled. "How do you know all this, Lord Morpheus?"
"Because among Campiones, Voban's the most active. He loves collecting mikos to perform rituals and summon Heretic Gods," Morpheus explained simply. "But those rituals are dangerous. Most mikos die, with few surviving."
"You're right—your friend's in serious danger."
Though he couldn't see Hachiman, Morpheus knew his expression was grim.
"Alright," Morpheus continued. "I'll allow you to confront Voban and retrieve your friend. A mere Campione daring to touch my devotee's friend needs a lesson."
Hachiman stammered, "Is… is that okay, Lord Morpheus?"
"Why not? It's just a Campione," Morpheus said lightly. "Remember, as my devotee, you can act without restraint in this world."
Having consumed several Lostbelts, Morpheus's power had soared.
He could look at anyone and call them trash.
With this assurance, Hachiman's spirits lifted.
After ending the call, he left his home, sprinting in a certain direction.
"Wait for me, Mitsuha!"
…
Meanwhile, at the border of Chiba and Tokyo.
A group of mikos was brought to a desolate mountain.
A large clearing had been prepared, with a high platform erected.
An elderly man in a trench coat, with wolf-like eyes, surveyed the mikos gathered from around the world.
Under the staff's urging, the mikos were herded onto the platform.
"Begin," the old man said eagerly, his voice reaching every miko's ears.
"Now, offer your dance to the gods, summoning them from—"
"Wait a moment."
A sharp voice interrupted, growing closer. The old man frowned, looking into the distance. A high school boy was approaching at astonishing speed.
He was a kilometer away at first, but in a single second, he crossed that distance, appearing below the platform.
"Marquis Voban, right? Sorry, but you're not holding this ritual today. I'm taking these mikos."
Hearing the boy's brazen words, Voban's gaze turned feral.
"Oh? Not one of my kind, yet you dare speak so boldly."
"What's your name, boy?"
"Hachiman Hikigaya."
Yes, the bold high schooler confronting the Campione was Morpheus's devotee, Hachiman Hikigaya.
On the platform, one miko gasped upon seeing him.
"Hachiman, why are you here?"
Hachiman flashed a radiant smile. "I'm here to save you, Mitsuha."
Voban, witnessing this, couldn't help but laugh, though his laughter was chillingly sinister.
"Here for your friend? Such touching loyalty. Youth is truly something."
"But let's see if you have the strength to take her."
Voban's gaze darkened as he fixed his eyes on Hachiman.
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Hi everyone, I hope you're all doing well. I just wanted to let you know that right now I'm working on a really good and promising naruto fanfic. If you're interested in reading it, feel free to give it a try:
[Naruto: Pathological Liar]
Synopsis:
After reincarnated as a worthless member of the Hyūga branch family...
Fate handed me the worst possible script, but that's fine... I was born to be the greatest actor.
Are you ready?
My name is Hyūga Kumokawa.
I'm going to weave one enormous lie.
And make the entire ninja world dance to it.
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