Alex, Brunhilde, Rory, and Rebecca silently observed as the girls collectively experienced a mental crash. It all started the moment they saw Alex’s hand literally disappear into the air, as if it had passed into another dimension, and then reappear holding a pack of candy, which he casually placed on the table. Their eyes darted back and forth between Alex’s hand and the snack — their minds simply refused to process it.

Alex, meanwhile, turned his gaze to the Red and White Queens, who looked exactly like 2B and 2A — characters from the very game he had once played with great enthusiasm. Now, two highly advanced AIs, once servants of an evil Corporation, stood before him asking for help. It all felt almost absurd.

Narrowing his eyes, Alex studied the girls closely. Their bodies, though artificial, appeared lifelike and elegant. But what truly caught his attention was the faint, yet real, presence of souls within them. Whoever created these AIs had literally infused a piece of their soul into them.

Hmm… maybe I really should give them proper 2B and 2A outfits for full effect, flashed through his mind.

“This… this isn’t scientific,” Saya muttered, still staring at Alex’s hand.

“Why not? Seems pretty logical to me. Easier to accept it than to try and make sense of it,” Alex replied calmly.

“Accept it?!” Renka flared up and tugged at his cheeks. “You just pulled a bag of candy out of thin air, and now you’re acting like that’s completely normal! Alex, be serious!”

“What else do you have in there?” Shizuka asked with interest, leaning forward and pressing a finger to her chin. “That strange girl said everything at the military base in Okinawa appeared out of nowhere. And there were a lot of high-tech gadgets there…”

“Correction, Shizuka Marikawa,” Red Queen calmly interjected. “We are not ‘strange.’ We are high-intelligence AIs designed for analysis and predictive modeling.”

Shizuka simply waved off Red’s words, clearly more intrigued by Alex’s dimensional storage than by the debate over terminology. The rest of the girls were also beginning to eye Alex with curiosity — intrigue had won over. Even Brunhilde, who knew more than anyone else, watched the scene thoughtfully. She understood that sooner or later, Alex would reveal who he truly was — the Demon King, sent to this world to stop the catastrophe and save the timeline from collapsing.

“Why are you all looking at me like that?” Shizuka huffed, puffing out her cheeks. “Aren’t you curious what else he’s hiding in that thing?”

“First of all, it’s not a ‘thing,'” Alex said lazily. “I prefer the term ‘spatial inventory.’ And secondly — yes, I do have a lot stored in there.”

“Like what?” Koko leaned forward, her voice brimming with curiosity.

“Well…” Alex began ticking off his fingers. “Various crafting materials, sweets, food. And lastly — the Impala.”

“You mean that Impala?” Rei gasped, her eyes lighting up instantly.

“Yeah, that one,” Alex nodded. “A 1967 Chevrolet Impala Sport Sedan Hardtop. The one Sam and Dean Winchester drive. It’s in my inventory.”

The girls stared at Alex like they were about to pounce on him — after all, he had that legendary car from their favorite show. Alex smirked, realizing he had successfully distracted them enough to avoid further questioning.

Brunhilde simply shook her head, watching the scene unfold. It slightly irritated her how easily the girls could be distracted by something as simple as a car. In their place, she wouldn’t have backed down until she got the full truth out of Alex. Although, to be fair, she herself had once fallen for his distraction tricks—until she merged with him through Völundr and finally learned the truth.

“This is cool and all… but maybe you could actually explain how your inventory works?” Chiquita asked with a squint and a slight smile.

“It’s hard to explain briefly. And it’s not just me who has it—Brunhilde, Rebecca, GEAR, MIMI, and Stitch all do too. If I had to summarize: think of it like a big box that’s always with you. Only this ‘box’ can be the size of a warehouse,” Alex replied calmly.

“Hypothesis: the spatial pocket was not created using technology, but by manipulating the energy of space itself,” the Red Queen interjected coldly, as usual.

“Exactly. I used space itself to create the inventory,” Alex nodded.

“So that’s how your trio always changes outfits so fast. I kept wondering where they got their endless supply of snacks from,” Namiyo said thoughtfully, having realized the unsettling truth.

“So that’s the trick… I always wondered how they changed clothes so discreetly,” Kiriko agreed.

“That’s all you care about?! What about the fact that all of them have personal inventories?!” Saya exclaimed in frustration.

“Exactly! Give me one too!” Koko said enthusiastically, stretching her hand toward Alex.

Alex sighed. He expected this—who would say no to something as convenient and powerful as a spatial inventory? The girls didn’t say a word, but their eyes said it all: give it to us. Now.

At that moment, Rebecca smirked and began pulling various weapons from the pockets of her jacket—items that physically couldn’t have fit there. Her little demonstration only fueled the fire.

“Koko, hate to break it to you, but creating that kind of inventory isn’t easy. Without the right artifacts, it’s almost impossible,” Yuriko said, slightly cooling her friend’s excitement.

“It’s actually not that hard. You just need to choose an item to bind the space to. For Brunhilde and Rebecca, it’s rings. For GIR, MIMI, and Stitch—it’s small bags,” Alex explained.

“So that’s why you wanted to make rings for us instead of buying them at a jewelry store…” Valmet caught on immediately.

“Bingo, Valmet,” Alex answered with a smirk, forming a heart with his fingers.

“Space manipulation is one of the most complex subjects out there. Creating a stable bind to a physical object is a major feat,” Saya mused aloud.

Alex nodded but chose not to dive into the magical and technical details. The girls, however, listened with interest. Especially Shizuka—she was already imagining herself becoming cooler than any magician, putting on “magic shows” using the inventory.

Everyone burst into laughter, picturing Shizuka’s theatrical performances. Alex, meanwhile, was just glad the conversation hadn’t veered into dangerous territory. He still wasn’t ready to reveal the full truth—who he really was, why he came to this world, and why he remained silent about his true goals.

He couldn’t just blurt out: “I’m the Demon King, came to kill one villain, save everyone, and preserve the timeline.”

And then deal with questions like: “If you’re so powerful, why didn’t you do it earlier?”

“Well, at least now I won’t have to secretly look for an excuse every time I need to pull something out of my inventory. For that, we can thank our new guests,” Alex said, squinting slightly as he glanced at the Red and White Queens.

“No thanks necessary, Alexander,” the White Queen replied calmly.

“That was sarcasm,” Ada chimed in, eyeing the android girls with suspicion.

“Noted. Mimicking human behavior still presents challenges,” the Red Queen nodded.

Alex sighed wearily and slapped himself on the forehead. He urgently needed to figure out how to handle the two android girls so they wouldn’t keep talking too much. Renka, sitting on his lap, quietly laughed and began stroking his hair, hugging him around the head as if trying to comfort him. The other girls could also feel the approaching headache from the antics of these machines with angelic faces.

Alex could sense Renka trying to calm him down and just sighed in response. The Red and White Queens really did have a shard of their creator’s soul, but it was just… a shard. They needed to be made more human. And he definitely wasn’t going to let GIR, MIMI, and Stitch take them under their care—otherwise, Red and White would end up becoming the new Battle Sisters. Or maybe something worse.

“So… besides revealing my secrets, what else can you do?” Alex asked, lifting his gaze wearily. “And please, stop calling me ‘Alexander.’ It sounds too formal and may raise unnecessary questions. Just call me Alex, like everyone else.”

“Request to change address accepted.” The Red Queen nodded. “In response to your question, Alex: our bodies have a wide range of functions. From household assistance and medical care to participation in combat operations. Including the ability for conception and childbirth.”

Alex choked. He froze, staring at the android girls, feeling the gaze of everyone else on him. Even the girls exchanged surprised glances. Combat, help—that could be understood. But… childbirth?

Though, on the other hand, he had indeed studied their bodies to make sure of what they were made of. And he came to the conclusion: externally and to the touch, they were indistinguishable from regular women. The only noticeable difference was their reinforced bones made of a special alloy, making their bodies stronger than humans. But childbirth—it wasn’t just a function. It was something… entirely different. Especially considering who he really was.

“Hey, both of you, line up!” Koko suddenly exclaimed, pointing at the androids. “It’s not just you who want children from him! And anyway, you’re the last ones to show up!”

“As humans say: first come, first served. In this regard, everyone is equal,” White replied, trying to smile, but it came out disturbingly mechanical.

“Well said,” Red agreed. “Considering future goals for human population restoration, pregnancy is a necessary process. Our bodies don’t require recovery between cycles—we’re ready for gestation without breaks.”

“Okay, stop!” Alex raised his hands, interrupting the developing argument. “First: no. I will only have children with those I love. No conception without love. Second: first, we need to find a safe place where any future children will be safe. This is not the time for this!”

“Love,” White said thoughtfully, “means developing romantic feelings and emotional attachment to a partner to create mutual attraction?”

“YES!” the girls chorused, burning the androids with their gazes.

“Request accepted. Then, following the logic…” Red looked at Alex. “Alex, would you like to start a romantic relationship that could lead to conception of a child?”

Rebecca and Rory couldn’t hold it in and burst into loud laughter, clutching their stomachs. The other girls stared at the two androids with their mouths agape, unsure how to react to what was happening. Brunhilda could feel the impending headache turning into a full-blown storm. She didn’t want to deal with these two strange beings at all, who barely understood the world and couldn’t distinguish norms from madness.

Alex’s eye continued to twitch from the overwhelming amount of information. He tried to find any words to say… anything. But his thoughts refused to form into sentences. The whole situation felt so absurd that his only desire was to disappear for a while, be alone, and process what was happening in silence.

Fortunately, there were three responsible girls he could rely on—Yuriko, Namiyo, and Kiriko. They could certainly teach Red and White how to behave in society and, most importantly, how to stop talking too much. Alex knew that these androids could become useful allies in the future, as long as they gained a bit of common sense. He simply sighed deeply and looked at the clock—it was time to return to the aircraft carrier.

Announcing this, he carefully lifted Renka off his lap and stood up from the chair. The girls, it seemed, also weren’t eager to continue interacting with these two mechanized ladies. Therefore, a collective decision was made: Red and White would remain under Alex’s care.

Before he could say anything, all the girls quickly left, leaving him alone with his two new… wards.

“To start…” Alex exhaled heavily. “No more talking about my abilities. Not a word. Not a single syllable. Got it?”

“Request accepted. A confidentiality embargo has been imposed. Information about your abilities is classified, Alex,” Red and White responded in unison.

“Good,” he nodded, taking out a cigarette. “Now, let’s go over the basics. The name of the CEO of the Live Corporation. Who is in charge right now?”

“Answer: the name of the CEO is unknown,” Red began in a steady tone. “All data related to the CEO has been completely deleted. Information about their birth, origin, movements, and activities has been erased with no possibility of recovery.”

Alex’s expression darkened.

“Alright… then who’s pulling the strings now?”

“The corporation is currently led by a person named Caleb Williams. He is the head of the analytics department and receives direct instructions from the Director,” White replied, giving a slight nod.

Alex furrowed his brows, recalling the familiar name. He remembered how, at the start of the investigation, he kept encountering this name again and again. Caleb Williams was everywhere. At all events, in all documents. He was called the right hand of the mysterious Director, whom no one had ever seen. He was the face of the corporation, the shadow behind every move.

Alex ran his hand over his chin, lost in thought. Was Caleb just a pawn or a key figure? Given everything that was happening in the world, there was no clear answer.

“By the way, what was he doing when your bodies were being created? Did you see him at that time?” Alex asked, shaking off the ash.

“Director Williams tried to regain control of the situation with the lost branches of the corporation. It all started due to an unknown virus that infiltrated the system and began to take over the branches. Moreover, many employees betrayed the corporation and formed a religious cult worshiping the so-called ‘Marker,'” Red replied.

“Well, that’s not surprising,” Alex muttered. “It seems even Caleb doesn’t fully understand what’s going on. So he’s just a well-placed figurehead, put out there to distract attention.”

“Query: Do you possess more complete information about the world situation?” Red asked, staring directly into Alex’s eyes.

“Kind of. I’ll tell you everything later so you both understand just how… deeply corrupted everything is. And what kind of mess your Corporation has really created. But for now—silence. No more ‘Mr. Alexander,'” he added, irritated, flicking away his cigarette.

“Understood. Then we fall under your responsibility. A person named Alexander has been registered as the new owner. We are pleased to serve you, Mr. Alexander,” Red said, suddenly grabbing Alex’s cheeks and kissing him on the lips.

“New owner registration complete. DNA code confirmed. We are pleased to serve you, Mr. Alexander,” White repeated, following Red’s example and kissing him as well.

Alex froze. He didn’t even have time to curse. He slowly closed his eyes to avoid swearing loudly.

“Well… another headache added to the package,” he muttered under his breath.

Alex’s eye twitched again. He couldn’t understand why these two needed his DNA to register him as the new owner of Red and White Queens. But what intrigued him most was how they reacted to his DNA, considering it was clearly not human. No matter how he looked on the outside—inside, there wasn’t much of a human left.

“Query. Mr. Alexander’s DNA differs from human DNA,” Red reported, moving closer.

“I said I’ll answer all the questions later. For now, let’s finish things up here, and then we’ll head to my workshop. And again: don’t talk too much. And don’t call me ‘Mr.’ Just call me Alex,” he said, taking Red by the shoulders and gently pushing her away.

“Understood,” Red and White answered in unison.

Alex tiredly rubbed his forehead and headed to check on the others before returning to the aircraft carrier. Red and White followed him closely, like shadows, never falling behind. Their presence immediately drew everyone’s attention: two unfamiliar, identical girls following Alex looked highly suspicious.

He first approached Lehm and his guys to check on their progress. In response, he received nothing but disgruntled muttering and sarcastic remarks, with them saying that he didn’t need to do anything—he already had two new girls, and on top of that, they were twins.

Alex shot them a sharp glare and even thought about smacking someone with a stick, but decided it was better to wait for the right moment. Turning around, he walked off, trying not to lash out in irritation.

“I see, more girls are swirling around you again,” Revy said with her usual sarcasm.

“It’s more complicated than it seems, Revy. I’m really not in the mood for this right now. And before you throw any more snarky comments—I’m not in any kind of relationship with these girls, so you don’t need to be jealous. If you ever want a hug or to be comforted, just say so. I’ll hug you. Comfort you,” Alex said, rolling his eyes.

“Who the hell do you think you’re fooling? Go hug someone else, you walking womanizer,” she snapped, swinging her leg to kick him.

“As you wish, I’ll go hug someone else. But if you change your mind, you know where to find me,” he said, catching her leg.

“Fuck you!” Revy yelled, trying to break free.

“Only if it’s with you,” Alex smirked, letting her go.

Before Revy could jump back at him, he left, followed by his new android companions. Revy stayed in place, seething with anger. Dutch, standing behind, couldn’t hold it in and burst into loud laughter, immediately attracting her wrath. Revy, growling, rushed at him, but Dutch reacted in time and ran away, escaping.

Revy’s angry eyes scanned the camp, and anyone who met her gaze tactically backed off. Alex, walking away, was still smiling—his brief exchange with Revy had lifted his spirits.

Approaching Kota, Takashi, and Jonah, he noticed the three guys were looking at him strangely.

“Not a word,” he threw over his shoulder as he passed.

“I just…” Takashi began.

“Not. A. Word. Or I’ll tell your mom that you finally got yourself a girlfriend. She’ll be thrilled… but you’ll be walking around with that sour face again. You know how this ends,” Alex said with a grin.

“Hey, what’s this? We were just talking normally. Why threaten me?” Takashi protested, while Kota and Jonah struggled to hold back their laughter, and Yuki, standing behind, covered her mouth, trying not to laugh.

“And don’t forget,” Alex added, whispering in Takashi’s ear. “I could also tell Gloria. Then you’ll get a double dose of questioning from both of your ‘moms.'”

Takashi paled and quickly nodded, signaling that he’d stay silent as a fish. This completely broke the others, and they all burst into laughter. Alex, satisfied, gave Takashi a playful slap on the back and moved on.

Approaching the next group, he noticed a new addition among the martial arts masters. Among them was Sogetsu—who had already managed to get a bottle of alcohol somewhere and was shamelessly ignoring the angry look Kensai was giving his older brother.

“Yo, Sogetsu. Looks like you’ve recovered after being thrown through the meat grinder,” Alex said, walking up to the group.

All eyes turned to Alex—specifically to his two new companions, as if they were two peas in a pod: two perfect twins.

“Seems alright, been worse… But, man, what are you doing hanging around with other girls when you’ve got my niece?” Sogetsu said gruffly, wagging his finger at Alex.

“Exactly. What the hell are you doing cheating on my sweet daughter? You looking for a fight?” Kensai grumbled, giving Alex an angry stare.

Alex raised an eyebrow, skeptically eyeing the two imposing old men who were trying to act tough. He shifted his gaze to Lady Ma, whose face expressed a universal fatigue. It seemed that Kensai and Sogetsu had spent the entire day bickering—well, one of them had been arguing while the other simply ignored his younger brother and somehow managed to sneak off with another bottle of alcohol.

Not paying them any attention, Alex focused on the new figure in their group. A woman in her thirties—slender, alluring, with long legs, wide hips, a narrow waist, and a full chest. Her brown eyes seemed deep, and her flowing black hair cascaded down to her waist, framing her face with bangs. She wore a temple priestess’s attire—a red hakama, a white kimono, white tabi socks, and straw sandals.

This was Mikumo Kusinada. She didn’t look a day over thirty, but in reality, she was over ninety years old—having maintained her youth due to a unique martial arts skill. Standing beside her was a little girl—about the same age as Alice. Alex remembered that Mikumo had… very strange relations with the old man Hayato.

“I didn’t expect to see another member of the ‘Unified Shadow of the Nine Fists.’ I’ve already killed three of them. Saved one. And you… What are you doing here?” Alex asked coldly, staring at the woman.

“I don’t recall us being acquainted, young man,” Mikumo replied calmly, studying him with her gaze.

“You’re right. We’re not acquainted. But I know enough about your gang. Especially about you—the one who turned her own student into a walking puppet robot and stole childhood from a child. What do you think I should do with you? Even if you don’t have that disgusting energy in you, it doesn’t change what you’ve done,” Alex said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Everyone froze. The air seemed to grow heavier. Mikumo furrowed her brow and was about to object, but Alex raised a finger. The ground beneath his feet cracked, and powerful energy began to pour out from his body. The pressure became unbearable. Even Hayato, one of the strongest masters, was forced to step back a few paces, unable to suppress his inner tremor.

“Energy release detected. Level rising,” Red calmly reported, scanning Alex.

The entire port trembled as if in an earthquake. Panic began to spread. Someone pointed at Alex—and then everyone saw it: streams of chakra erupted from his body, bubbling and unstable, like lava from a volcano.

Mikumo suffered the most. It felt as though a mountain had dropped onto her shoulders—her knees buckled, and she struggled to lift her head, meeting Alex’s gaze. His eyes were as cold as the blade of a knife. She had never felt such helplessness before. A primal fear overtook her.

But at that moment, a small figure stood in front of her, shielding her with its tiny body. Mikumo immediately recognized the silhouette—it was her adopted daughter and student, Chikage.

“Don’t hurt my teacher…” the girl said, her voice trembling, as she stood in front of Mikumo with her fragile body.

Alex looked at Chikage, and his gaze softened noticeably. He despised those who harmed children with all his soul. The flow of energy emanating from his body suddenly ceased, and everyone who had been holding their breath finally exhaled in relief. Alex squatted down, meeting the girl’s gaze.

“You’re very brave, you know that?” he said gently. “In this situation, others would have run away by now. But you stood in front of me to protect your teacher. That deserves respect. But it still doesn’t change what she did to you.”

He placed his palm on her head.

“She… is my family,” Chikage whispered, barely audible.

Alex sighed and nodded.

“Alright, since you say so. Then I’ll introduce you to my younger sister. You’re about the same age, and I think you’ll get along just fine.”

He smiled slightly and continued to gently stroke Chikage’s head.

“And you, Mikumo Kusinada…” Alex threw a cold glance at her. “I think it’s pretty clear without words what I want to say. Even if you had a complicated relationship with Hayato and tried to protect Chikage this way—it doesn’t justify what you did to her childhood. You’re lucky she cares about you and sees you as family. Otherwise, you’d already be with those three idiots I took care of.”

“Alec, enough. I don’t think this is the time to escalate things,” Hayato tried to intervene, attempting to defuse the tension.

“It’s your fault, old man,” Alex cut him off, rolling his eyes. “Didn’t anyone tell you that you shouldn’t get into relationships if you can’t take responsibility?”

Hayato cleared his throat awkwardly and helped Mikumo to her feet. She still didn’t take her eyes off Alex, as though she were facing something inhuman. She had never felt such fear. Even Hayato’s power couldn’t compare to what Alex was radiating. Not even the leader of the Unified Shadow of the Nine Fists had made her feel such terror.

“Alright. Maybe I went too far,” Alex said, rubbing his nose. “I just get in a bad mood when I see children being treated unfairly. So, Mikumo… I’ll be watching how you care for Chikage. Even if the world around her falls apart, a child should still have a childhood.”

“I understand,” Mikumo whispered, giving a barely noticeable nod.

Alex turned to Chikage and smiled again.

“And you, Chikage… try to make friends. As I said, I’ll introduce you to my younger sister and her friends. Take care of yourself, alright?”

He gave her one last gentle ruffle on the head. Chikage silently nodded, her eyes never leaving him. Alex took a candy from his pocket and handed it to her. The girl carefully unwrapped it, placed it in her mouth, and her eyes immediately lit up with pleasure.

Alex apologized to everyone once again, then turned and left. He knew it was better to leave the scene before he let his emotions get the better of him again. Even he hadn’t expected to lose control so easily. The thought that he needed rest felt more convincing than ever before.

He took the android girls with him and headed to the captain’s bridge. As soon as he entered, Brunhilde immediately fixed him with a scrutinizing gaze. She was intrigued by the surge of energy coming from Alex. After gathering all the information, she quietly sighed, hoping he wouldn’t make any rash decisions.

“What was that? An earthquake?” Cammy asked, looking at Alex.

“No… Just got a little angry,” he dismissed it, shaking his head.

The girls were curious and began to ask him about the reason. Alex didn’t hide anything and told them everything: about Mikumo and Chikage’s relationship, about the lost childhood and endless training. The girls exchanged sympathetic glances — many felt sorry for Chikage, and some even grew angry with Mikumo. But Alex immediately stopped them.

“Let Alice, Honoka, and Malka befriend Chikage. I think it’ll make things easier for her,” Namiyo suggested with a heavy sigh.

“Yes, they’re the same age. That way, she can make some friends,” Kiriko supported, nodding.

“Just don’t let her near G.I.R., MIMI, and Stitch,” Rei added, tiredly rolling her eyes. “Otherwise, she’ll think she wants to be a ‘battle sister’ like Alice…”

The girls nodded in agreement. Alex didn’t interfere with their conversation and gestured for the androids — Red and White Queens — to follow him into the workshop. As soon as the door closed behind them, he activated the sound suppression system to prevent anyone from eavesdropping on their conversation.

Inside, both Queens immediately started inspecting the room. With curiosity, they touched everything that came into their reach — tools, parts, blueprints. Alex’s workshop was a place where magic and technology intertwined in perfect harmony.

“Alright, let’s check your analytical capabilities,” Alex said, addressing the Red Queen.

“At your service, Alex,” she replied with a slight smile, as always getting too close and invading his personal space.

Alex sighed heavily, took his phone out of his pocket, and handed her a file with secret information about those who planned to conquer this universe. The White Queen quietly sat on one of the empty chairs, not interrupting, and began to wait, crossing her legs and calmly observing the process.

The Red Queen scanned and analyzed the data. A few seconds later, her eyes brightly lit up, and she provided the result:

“According to the received information, the current survival probability of humanity is… 0.00000000000001%.”

“Hm, interesting. Now let’s try this,” Alex said, sending a second batch of data.

These were other, much more powerful pieces of information — about his own abilities. The Red Queen began the analysis again. After a short while, she spoke:

“Analysis complete. Based on the updated data, the survival probability of this planet and humanity is 100%.”

Alex nodded in satisfaction.

“Great. Pass this data on to your sister. Let her be aware of the bigger picture as well. But remember — until I give permission, this information is strictly classified.”

“Understood,” Red nodded and immediately passed the data to the White Queen.

Alex specifically gave them two different sets of data: the first about the threat from the Minister of Monoliths and Davot, and the second about his true nature. He wanted to test how accurately they could analyze and process different types of information. The result was satisfactory.

“Alex… your existence confirms many theories that humanity has been developing for centuries: the multiverse theory, the theory of time, space, life after death… and even the hypothesis about the Creator of all existence,” said the White Queen, with surprise in her voice. “If humanity knew about this… it would cause a real shock.”

“That’s why they won’t know,” Alex smirked. “But now, since you have this information… do you still want my help in saving humanity, even if I can’t… repopulate it?”

The Red Queen answered confidently:

“Your participation is inevitable. You are our chosen owner. With you, we can complete the task for which our Creator made us — to save humanity.”

“Then… welcome aboard,” Alex said with a grin. “I’m sure you’ll be of great help to me. We have a lot of work ahead. We’ll have to save more than one world… and more than one humanity.”

“Our strength is at your disposal. We won’t let you down,” said the White Queen, nodding.

Alex grunted, thinking that these two might become something like combat maids or secretaries — assistants who would lighten some of his daily tasks. And that meant his beloved Valkyrie Brunhilde and his current assistant would have a bit more free time.

Since he was already in the workshop, Alex decided to finally finish the armor development for the entire team. Lately, he had a feeling that it would come in handy in the near future. Now that the Red and White Queens knew about his true power, he could stop hiding — and work, using his magic to its full extent.

To be continued…

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