After the girls tried on the armor Alex had prepared for them, he had to make a few adjustments — fitting the parts to their figures, tuning the systems to each one’s unique traits. After all, they were going to wear these battle suits in the most dangerous environments, and everything had to be not just comfortable — it had to be perfect.

Of course, Alex didn’t voice out loud that, thanks to his paranoia, the armor was so heavily reinforced that it was virtually unbreakable. Even the energy shields integrated into the girls’ systems had been secretly upgraded to such an extent that if any of them happened to end up near a supernova, they’d feel nothing more than a slight vibration.

Just as Alex had expected, Saya was thrilled with her new high-tech glasses — not only did they supply her with a massive amount of information, but they were also directly linked to the main server that stored all critical data.

Rebecca also loved her new look — the “Doom Slayer Armor,” as Alex had called it. Though they had to slightly redesign the helmet so her two playful pigtails could poke out freely. The same went for Stitch — his ears couldn’t be allowed to get in the way or cause discomfort.

Alex didn’t hide his joy — the girls were all happy with their new gear and weapons.

“Well, since you’ve given us such a lovely gift…” Ada whispered, wrapping her arms around Alex’s neck, “…I think we should return the favor. Don’t you agree, darling?”

“I wouldn’t say no,” Alex replied, leaning closer.

Their lips were almost touching. They could feel each other’s breath. But then—

A suspiciously loud and exaggerated cough echoed behind them.

Alex and Ada turned at the same time. The rest of the girls were standing there, staring at them with those looks — the same ones he remembered from that insane night in Okinawa. A chill ran down his spine. Too familiar. And he knew this wouldn’t end well for him.

Before he could say a word, they dragged him out of the workshop, leaving Red and White alone with the half-assembled Wolf mecha. The doors to the bridge slammed shut, and Alex found himself tossed onto the couch, surrounded by excited, smirking women.

He already knew things were spiraling out of control again. But he wasn’t going to run — what was the point if he’d have to come back anyway? The only thing he regretted was his T-shirt, which was now clearly about to become the next victim of their impatience.

And he was right — the fabric was literally torn off him by their hands. What happened next… is easy enough to guess.

Alex looked away, realizing this wasn’t the best time for a conversation. Carefully, he slid one arm out from under Miu’s head—she was sleeping with a faint smile on her lips—and the other from Ada’s possessive grip, her face resting against him with a satisfied expression. Slowly, he rose from the couch, doing his best not to wake anyone.

Surveying the sleeping girls, Alex let out a quiet sigh and began searching for his clothes. Unfortunately, his memory didn’t fail him—every last piece had been ruthlessly torn and scattered across the floor.

“Not even the boxers survived… savage girls,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head.

Pulling out a fresh outfit from his inventory, Alex started getting dressed. The old one—ripped apart by the girls’ passionate hands—had to be scrapped. He sighed heavily and shook his head again. Sometimes, his companions got way too wild. Normally he wouldn’t mind, but now even sweet, gentle Miu had joined their ranks, swept up by the others’ influence.

He opened a window, letting in the crisp morning air. Then he walked to the coffee machine and started brewing. As the device hummed to life, faint moans and sleepy murmurs began to stir in the room—the girls were waking up. Alex smirked, glancing at their tired yet satisfied faces.

“Good morning, my beauties,” he said with a smile, leaning against the table.

“And good morning to you… Who would’ve thought you had that much stamina? I still can’t feel my legs,” Chun-Li mumbled, trying to smile.

“What did you expect? There’s too many of you—I have to stay in shape. Any other guy in my position would’ve died from… snoo-snoo,” Alex chuckled.

The girls burst into laughter—he wasn’t wrong. Not everyone could handle such intensity, especially considering how passionate each of them got when things heated up. As they stood from the couch and gathered their scattered clothing, Alex helped them hunt down their underwear, recalling how it had flown in all directions during last night’s chaos. He grumbled a little inwardly about how the girls’ clothes survived while his got completely obliterated—even the boxers. But he didn’t say it out loud—he knew exactly how that conversation would end.

The Next Morning…

Alex opened his eyes to the bright sunlight pouring in through the portholes. The storm that had raged through the night hadn’t stopped them in the slightest. He could feel soft feminine arms wrapped around him from all sides. Looking down, he saw Rory and Rebecca snuggled up on his chest.

Once again, he confirmed an old truth — Rory and Rebecca were true lustful gremlins, who didn’t stop until they literally passed out from exhaustion. For Renka, Miu, and Shigure, it had been their first experience, but Renka’s competitive spirit wouldn’t let her fall behind. If there was fun to be had — she’d be first in line. Quiet Shigure and Miu hadn’t been exceptions either, and Alex had reaffirmed something else: the quiet ones are always the wildest.

He felt the cuddles tightening, and he didn’t rush to move. But soon, he sensed a piercing gaze.

Turning his head toward the workshop, he spotted two figures standing in the doorway. Two pairs of cold, piercing metallic eyes stared at him in complete silence.

Red and White.

Their expressions were unreadable: jealousy? Annoyance? Or… something else?

Once everyone was dressed and Alex had fully enjoyed the morning show, they sat down for breakfast. Miu curled up in his lap and gave him a sweet, angelic smile. Unable to resist, Alex gently took her cheeks in his hands and kissed her softly. Miu giggled and nestled against his chest.

“So, what’s the plan for today?” Chiquita asked, her foot sliding along Alex’s leg under the table.

“Sticking to the schedule,” he replied. “We’re moving along the Korean coast, heading to Vladivostok. We’ll pick up Svetlana Belikova and her people. After that, maybe drop in on Wesker’s party… then it’s off to Alaska.”

He nuzzled Miu’s hair, making her giggle again from the ticklish sensation.

“Svetlana makes sense,” Yuriko said with a nod. “Even though the capital fell, she still has loyal followers. They’ll be a big help when we start retaking territory. But Wesker… You’re not going to his secret island in the northern Pacific just for a party, are you?”

“Hm, you’re starting to understand me,” Alex answered with a pleased grin. “You’re right—I’ve got a reason for going there. Wesker’s a slippery bastard, and if we leave him alive, he’s going to be a serious problem.”

“You say that like you know more than you’re telling us,” Cammy noted, biting into her sandwich.

The girls exchanged glances. Brunhilde, Rebecca, and Rory gave Alex pointed looks that clearly said: So, how are you going to talk your way out of this one?

Alex just smiled wider and, without saying a word, pulled out a phone he had prepared in advance. He placed it on the table and opened up Wesker’s dossier — a detailed file describing his personality, habits, and potential threats. After going through the documents, the girls quickly understood why Alex insisted on the visit: Wesker was indeed a snake, ready to strike at any moment if it meant gaining more power.

“So… first we rescue another group, then eliminate Wesker, and after that we head to Alaska to continue the operation to save the survivors?” Saya clarified, analyzing what she heard.

“More or less, my dear. We need allies — as many as we can get. Fortunately, we have all the right connections on this ship to make that happen,” Alex replied, placing his mug on the table.

“And who exactly are these ‘right connections’?” Chiquita asked with interest, resting her chin on her hands.

“For starters: Cammy — MI6 agent. Price — special forces from Task Force 141. Koko and Kasper — with their international contacts, assuming they’re still alive. Yuriko and Balalaika — with their criminal networks. And the rest of you are no pushovers either. One way or another, humanity must reclaim this world.”

“You’re right,” Rika said with a snort. “We’ve been running for too long. It’s time to stop fleeing.”

The other girls nodded in agreement, supporting Alex’s words. He turned his gaze to Brunhilde, and a moment of silent understanding passed between them — they exchanged thoughts and plans without needing words.

Brunhilde fully understood why Alex preferred to stay in the shadows: he didn’t want to alert the enemy too soon, and he also believed that humanity needed to learn how to defend itself. They had to take back their home and world without relying solely on his strength. Alex couldn’t stay in this world forever, watching over everything.

Neither he nor Brunhilde was entirely sure that the deaths of Davoth and the Avatar of the Monolith Minister would eliminate all the undead, but it might at least be the spark that would unite humanity against a common threat.

Sharing Alex’s vision, Brunhilde understood his concerns reached far beyond a single world. He couldn’t afford to sit still and wait for things to sort themselves out.

Besides, he wasn’t sure what Nyan-Nyan might do if he stayed in this world too long after killing the Avatar. As complicated as their relationship was, Alex didn’t trust her enough to rule out the possibility of her sending another of her Avatars to his doorstep.

While the girls were discussing their plans, Alex caught himself thinking that it was time to get moving. He sat in the captain’s chair and began launching the carrier. Checking the time, he figured most of the crew was still asleep or just waking up, so he decided not to make a broadcast just yet.

Leaning lazily back in his seat, Alex guided the carrier out of port. As he piloted it, he found himself wondering: why did GIR, MIMI, and Stitch find this activity so entertaining? To him, it was utterly boring. He even started considering that it might be a good time to rob one of the Golden Kings — the ones who had stashed away some very interesting artifacts.

And since we’re talking about robberies… why not pay a visit to a few other “interesting individuals”? If anyone knew how to make use of such treasures, it was him.

Brunhilde, passing by, caught sight of his villainous smirk and immediately understood what he was thinking. She couldn’t help herself — she tugged on his cheek and gave him a stern look.

Alex glanced at his Valkyrie and, raising his hands, showed that he hadn’t caused any trouble yet. Brunhilde sighed heavily, but she knew it wouldn’t be easy to change his mind. Although… to be honest, the world Alex was heading to intrigued her as well. It reminded her of the one she came from — there was a similar atmosphere.

“Alex, admit it, what have you already planned?” Kiriko asked with a sly smile. “Brunhilde didn’t pull your cheek for no reason.”

“Nothing like that,” Alex lazily drawled. “I was just thinking about Gilgamesh’s treasure vault.”

“You mean the King of Uruk? He’s been dead for ages… And how exactly are you planning to get to his treasures?” Saya asked, intrigued as she moved closer.

“I’m just thinking, nothing more,” Alex said, rolling his eyes.

The girls exchanged looks. They knew well: if Alex was thinking about something, his thoughts were definitely not limited to simple musings. He could very well go searching for Gilgamesh’s treasures if he decided to. And although he didn’t know who among the girls would support him, he was sure of one thing — Rebecca and Rory were definitely in. Most likely, Koko and Ada wouldn’t pass up the chance to peek into the ancient king’s golden vaults either.

Even the goddesses and companions currently in another world — in Orario — would probably split into two camps: some would condemn his actions, while others would help him raid the treasures.

“I wonder how much wealth he had,” Ada said dreamily, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “If pharaohs were this rich, then this ancient king surely wasn’t poor!”

“Who knows… It’s all in the past now,” Saya said, adjusting her glasses. “Scholars have found remnants of the Mesopotamian era and traces of the Kingdom of Uruk all over the world, but it’s all just legends. The fact that he was called the Golden King and a demigod doesn’t mean it was actually true.”

“Don’t crush my dreams, Saya. Every girl loves gold… even if it’s long lost its value in our world,” Ada sighed.

“You’re the only one dreaming of gold, Wong,” Koko retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Before the argument could escalate, Alex instantly stood up, scooped Koko into his arms, and returned to his seat. It all happened so fast that the girls didn’t even have time to blink — and suddenly, Koko was sitting on his lap, her hair tousled and a slightly dazed expression on her face. Realizing where she was, Koko immediately snuggled closer to Alex. He smiled and gently smoothed her hair.

The aircraft carrier continued its course, and they were already passing the shores of South Korea. Alex hoped they’d get through quietly, but then a worried, almost desperate voice came through the radio:

“Emperor Somnium, do you copy?”

Alex stared at the radio in surprise, still hearing the desperate voice on the other end. The girls set aside their tasks and looked at him with caution. None of them had expected anyone to be able to make contact — especially considering what was happening in the world right now. And yet, as they sailed along the coast of South Korea, they received a distress signal.

Alex gently set Koko down on the floor and approached the radio transmitter, picking up the receiver.

“This is Captain speaking. Emperor Somnium on the line. How can we assist?” he said in a calm but firm voice.

“Thank God! Please, we desperately need help!” a woman’s voice cried out from the other side. “We’re barely holding the line at the border! Can you offer any support?”

Alex frowned.

“I don’t want to disappoint you, ma’am. On board, we mostly have civilians: women, children, the elderly. What kind of help are you expecting?”

“To operate a vessel like this, you need at least basic military training, right?” the voice on the radio trembled with tension. “We need everything you can offer! Our forces are running low, many of our automated defense systems have been infected with a virus and are under enemy control. We’re losing dozens of people every day just holding off the advance. Evacuation is impossible. We’re trapped. There are millions of civilians here…”

Alex sighed heavily, still holding the radio receiver. The girls watched him, silently waiting for a decision. He didn’t want to leave these people to certain death, but he knew all too well: as soon as he revealed himself, Davoth and the Minister of Monoliths would focus all their attention on him. He’d become a target. And the enemy would intensify their assault.

He looked up at the ceiling, lost in thought. The horde from China had already reached South Korea. This meant North Korea had fallen — and it had fallen far too quickly. The only explanation was that an enormous number of demons and mutants had amassed at the border. Not just millions — tens, possibly hundreds of millions. And if the enemy found out about his presence, hell would truly break loose.

“Whatever you decide, Alex… we’re with you,” Saeko said, gently squeezing his hand.

Alex closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them with confidence, his voice taking on a steely edge:

“South Korea has signaled for help… and the Imperium will answer their call.”

“You’ve done it again, haven’t you?” Kiriko laughed.

He smiled in response, and the girls giggled too, the tension easing.

Brunhilde looked at Alex with a long, meaningful glance, as if asking, “Are you sure?” She knew — Davoth, one of those who laid claim to this universe, already saw Alex as a false savior. His appearance on the battlefield would only enrage the enemy, and the wave of the undead would crash against the walls with even greater fury.

Alex met her gaze and nodded. He was ready. If necessary, he would resist. He had already prepared backup plans. And even if Davoth threw everything he had into the battle, Alex would fight. He would be willing to destroy the entire city along with the demons, just to protect those who remained alive. He could no longer turn a blind eye to the death of children.

The girls supported him — and that was all he needed.

Gripping the radio in his hands, he spoke again:

“Accept the coordinates. We’ll clear the approach to the walls and dock at the port.”

“Thank you… so much. We’ll be waiting,” the woman’s voice replied, tinged with relief.

Alex took a deep breath and ordered all raid groups to immediately assemble on deck. He entrusted the command to Namiyo, telling her to continue guiding the aircraft carrier forward — to the walls under siege by the horde. She nodded seriously, accepting the responsibility without a word.

Alex glanced at the girls, gave them a brief nod, and headed below. The deck was already filled with everyone. Just the sight of Alex’s serious expression silenced everyone. They all understood — something important had happened.

Looking over the gathered group, Alex noticed not only the fighters from the regular squads but also individuals like Nobuna, Katsuie, and Nagahide. He gave them a brief nod of acknowledgment and lit a cigarette, taking a deep drag.

“Why did you gather us all, kid?” Lehm was the first to break the silence, casting a curious glance at Alex and his companions.

“A distress signal came from Korea. Their walls are being besieged by a massive horde of undead, and their defense is barely holding. There are millions of people in the city, but they can’t evacuate. They’re literally trapped,” Alex replied seriously, never looking away.

“From the look on your face, kid, I can tell you’ve already given them an answer,” Price remarked, beginning to understand where this was headed.

Alex nodded.

“Yes. I think it’s time to stop hiding and running. How long are we going to flee from this filth? We can’t leave these people to die,” he declared firmly.

“What’s the plan, Alex?” Hayato asked, crossing his arms.

“It’s simple. We create a foothold. Clear the area near the wall to give them some breathing room. The aircraft carrier will dock, and then the evacuation will begin,” Alex explained, scanning the fighters.

“Heh. Finally. Time to kick some ass. Enough running — it’s time to show them what we’re made of,” R smirked, fire gleaming in his eyes.

Alex smiled slightly. At that moment, a massive defensive wall rose behind them, concealing the city. The aircraft carrier passed beyond its limits — and the scene of horror unfolded before everyone’s eyes. The undead horde, like a maddened tide, relentlessly assaulted the barricades, knowing neither fear nor fatigue — only an endless hunger for living flesh.

Alex asked to relay to Namiyo to slow down and wait for his command. Approaching the edge of the deck, he took a deep breath.

“Nine Principles…” he began, forming his hands into a complex series of seals.

His voice became unrecognizable — cold, even, as if detached. Everyone looked at him in confusion.

“It can’t be… Is he really going to use it?” Kota exhaled, his eyes widening in shock.

“What’s he doing? What is this?” Saya frowned, throwing a glance at Kota.

“He’s going to use the Purple. But that’s impossible… It’s a made-up technique from anime! It’s not supposed to work in reality!” Itami exclaimed, recognizing the familiar seals.

“If he does this, I’ll eat my boots,” Todzi muttered.

“Then get the seasoning ready. Now, back off. Don’t disturb Alex,” Brunhilde said sharply, stepping forward.

“A powerful spatial energy surge has been detected. Everyone is strongly advised to step back,” Red added, watching the process closely.

Everyone stepped back. They didn’t fully understand what Alex was doing, but the reactions of the three anime experts, along with the intervention of AI and Brunhilde, spoke for themselves.

“Polarized light. The Crow and the Singing of the Semyon. The rupture between the inner and outer…” Alex continued, not breaking the seal sequence.

He extended his hand forward, pinching his middle finger with his thumb, and his gaze turned icy. His entire being focused on the horde crashing against the walls. This was not just a decision — it was a challenge. Alex knew that after this, Davot and the Minister of Monoliths would alter their plans. They would see what he was truly capable of.

He couldn’t afford to miss — if he hit the wall, everything could collapse. But retreat wasn’t an option.

“Hollow Technique: Purple,” he pronounced.

He released his finger — and with terrifying speed, a violet sphere shot forward, sweeping everything in its path, shattering matter down to the tiniest particles. It tore along the wall, leaving only a deep chasm behind, as if the very earth itself was trying to escape the force that was tearing it apart. All the undead and demons caught in its path vanished, leaving no blood, no flesh, only a terrifying emptiness.

Those who witnessed it stared at Alex with wide eyes, forgetting how to breathe. Even his girls couldn’t find the words, standing in stunned silence. Alex ignored their gazes — he was looking at where, just moments ago, the horde of demons and undead had raged. Silent, he turned away and walked past everyone, merely nodding at his companions. G.I.R., MIMI, Stitch, White, and Red silently followed him. They headed for his workshop, leaving the others to watch him in silence.

Once inside, Alex nodded to his assistants.

“Bring the boxes.”

A few minutes later, he returned to the deck, placing the boxes on the floor.

“Here.”

“What is this?” Lehm asked, still recovering from what he had just seen.

“Your new gear. Everything is ready. In this box — armor, each one with its own name. The raid leaders stay at their positions. The rest — weapons: rifles, shotguns, machine guns. And this — ammunition and incendiary grenades,” Alex explained, pointing to the boxes.

“Looks like Christmas came early,” Soap muttered. “We used to bring you gifts, now you’re bringing them to us.”

“Is there anything else?” Kota asked eagerly, gathering a shotgun, rifle, and machine gun.

Alex smirked.

“Only for you, dear Kota.”

“And what is that?” Kota asked, hope in his voice.

“If you get severely injured, if you lose an arm or a leg, or something worse… I promise I’ll turn you into a Dreadnought,” Alex said with a kind smile.

Kota’s jaw dropped, and the weapons fell from his hands. He shook his head, clearly not wanting to become a forever dormant killing machine, despite his love for weapons. The others burst into laughter, teasing him. Alex shook his head and turned to his girls, suggesting they go get ready.

On the captain’s bridge, Alex was about to head to his workshop to prepare his gear. But before he could enter, Saya called out to him.

“Alex, don’t you want to tell us anything?”

“What exactly?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.

“How did you manage to use that technique from the manga?” Rei asked directly.

“I’ll tell you later. Right now — get ready. If my instincts are right, shit’s going to hit the fan as soon as we dock,” Alex replied, shaking his head.

Saya was about to ask another question, but Brunhilde gently placed her hand on her shoulder and shook her head. Saya understood — nothing would be gotten from Alex right now. The other girls realized this too and decided to wait — he’d tell them everything when the time came.

Meanwhile, G.I.R., MIMI, and Stitch, unable to contain their excitement, slipped into the workshop after Alex. They couldn’t wait to get back into the fight — after all, it wasn’t every day that such a large-scale battle came their way.

G.I.R. began putting on the Ultramarine armor. His armor showed scratches and dents — each one a mark of honor from a past feat, and he wouldn’t let Alex repair them. It was a symbol of pride. MIMI donned the Sister of Battle armor. Stitch, however, approached his armor, looked at it, then at his friends, and frowned.

“I have a different one,” he said, tugging at Alex’s pant leg.

“That’s right, Stitch. Yours is special. Each one is different. But yours is just like your mom’s, Rebecca,” Alex said, patting his ears affectionately.

Stitch grinned widely and began putting on the Doom Slayer armor. Alex, helping him, couldn’t resist and took a few pictures — in this armor, Stitch looked more cute than intimidating. After putting his phone back in his pocket, Alex addressed the Valkyries in his spiritual space.

“Well, girls… I’m counting on you,” he said with a light but confident smile as he spoke to the Valkyries.

Alex activated Völundr, summoning the help of several Valkyries at once. While it wasn’t absolutely necessary, he still allowed them to participate — it would be their contribution.

Göndul turned into armor again, Reginleif into gloves, Geirölul into a shield, Skalmöld into a sword, Randgriz into a halberd, and Thrúd into a wreath. The armor Alex wore resembled Gilliman’s armor completely, including the crown, which Alex held in his hand. In one hand, he had the halberd, while the shield was secured on his other arm, and the sword hung at his waist.

Upon seeing his form, G.I.R., MIMI, and Stitch literally jumped up from excitement. Alex smirked, gripping the crown and casting a glance at them. He was about to leave when he suddenly remembered someone he almost forgot — Wolf.

“At your service, Creator,” came the mechanical voice, and Wolf lowered his head.

“Glad to see you aboard. We don’t have time for a test of your abilities, so we’ll test you in action,” Alex said, placing his palm on Wolf’s head.

“As you command, Creator,” Wolf’s eyes glowed with a bloody red light.

Smiling, Alex stepped out of the workshop. The girls, already prepared for battle, turned around when they heard his footsteps. Their eyes widened in awe — Alex, in the new armor, looked like the living embodiment of the God of War. And if his height had been 190 centimeters before, he was now even taller and more imposing.

Brunhilde, noticing her sisters in the form of weapons, nodded quietly, walked up to Alex, and extended her hands.

“Let me help,” she said softly, carefully taking the crown.

Alex knelt down, allowing her to place the crown on his head. When she finished, he stood up, straightening to his full height. His gaze met the eyes of the girls — focused, serious, and battle-ready.

“Is that the robot we saw yesterday?” asked Cammy, pointing at Wolf.

“Yes, he’ll fight on our side.” Alex looked at the others. “If everyone’s ready, let’s move. Namiyo, I’m counting on you.”

“Don’t worry, darling, everything will be just fine. I may not participate in battles, but who says housewives can’t command aircraft carriers? Well, I do. So now, I’m a battle housewife,” she said with a smile.

Alex laughed and leaned down to kiss her.

“You’re right,” he whispered and gently touched her lips.

After the final preparations, Alex asked the girls to double-check everything. Despite his confidence in his creations, he wanted them to be sure of their own readiness as well.

After the final check, the entire group began descending. G.I.R. was the first to pull out the banner of the Imperium and marched forward enthusiastically. On either side of him were MIMI and Stitch, keeping up without a step behind. Alex shook his head, watching the inspired trio. The girls also watched them with curiosity, slightly surprised by their enthusiasm. What especially caught their attention was the strange armor of G.I.R. and MIMI — so different from the usual. G.I.R.’s armor particularly resembled Alex’s own.

Alex walked alongside the Girls, and in his chest, the feeling grew stronger… that something was bound to go wrong.

To be continued…

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