After Takashi and Namiyo stepped into the workshop to discuss an important matter — the revelation that Takashi was, in fact, the reincarnation of a man named David — Alex glanced briefly in their direction before turning his gaze to his workshop. He understood that the conversation between mother and son needed to go smoothly… unless, of course, Takashi blurted out something stupid that would make things worse.

Still, Alex had noticed how much Takashi had changed since accepting his true nature. That’s why he wasn’t expecting any trouble. At the moment, Alex sat with Chun-Li in his lap, his arm wrapped around her waist as she held onto him with her thighs. He found himself wondering if he had forgotten something important — but after thinking for a moment, nothing came to mind. He decided that if something did come up later, he’d tell them. After all, there were no more secrets between them.

“Alex, I wanted to ask you something…” Chun-Li suddenly said, cupping his cheeks and turning his face toward her so their eyes could meet. “What are you going to do after you save this world?”

The girls, who had been chatting about the family drama between Namiyo and Takashi, fell silent and turned toward Alex. They were curious about his plans. Only Brunhilde and Rebecca knew that Alex secretly dreamed of a short family vacation — a break from the crazy race to save the multiverse.

He had already saved Brunhilde’s world, gave it a chance to move forward by creating a system that brought balance between humans and gods. Then, without pause, they ended up in this world — where a zombie apocalypse had quickly escalated into a full-scale war between two ancient entities battling for control over the universe.

Alex paused for a second. He really had planned to take a breather before resuming his search for the Nyan-Nyan avatars, who were now causing chaos in other worlds. First — vacation, then back to the fight.

“I don’t think it’ll be anything special… I’ll head back to my home world first,” he said, pulling Chun-Li a little closer.

“What about us?” Renka asked, pointing first to herself, then to the other girls.

“What do you mean ‘what about you’? Of course, you’re coming with me. I’m not leaving you behind in this half-collapsing world. Even if the threat disappears, there’s nothing left for you here,” Alex replied firmly, casting a serious look across the group.

“Hmm… A world with dungeons full of monsters that make you stronger when you fight them… and where gods live among humans… Sounds like a perfect adventure! I already like it,” Cammy said with a satisfied grin.

“No kidding. I’d love to see that dungeon too. But tell us honestly, Alex — are you going to rush off to save another world again?” Yuriko asked, smiling.

“I think we’ll take a little family vacation. Visit a couple of worlds as one weird but very close family,” Alex replied with a warm smile.

The girls exchanged intrigued glances. Now they were curious — which worlds did he mean? It was obvious Alex was hiding something, and there was only one way to find out — by looking at Brunhilde. She was the only one who, thanks to her spiritual bond with Alex, might know what he was thinking.

But Brunhilde calmly held their gazes without giving a single hint. She didn’t want to spoil the surprise either. Even she was curious about where Alex would take them next — to places that once seemed like fantasy.

Realizing that Brunhilde wouldn’t give anything away, the girls could only guess which worlds they’d soon be seeing. After all, from Alex’s words, it was already clear: the number of worlds was infinite, and choosing just one was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

“So, which world do you want to visit for your vacation?” Saeko asked, a note of intrigue in her voice.

“Without going into details…” Alex began with a sly smile. “Let’s just say we’ll first end up at a school festival in one of the worlds. Maybe we’ll stop by another one too — depends on how things go. You know how luck tends to play with me.”

“Aha! I remember you said the goddess of luck both loves and hates you,” Kiriko laughed.

“Wait, you’re acquainted with the goddess of luck too? How does that work? Can you win in a casino or something?” Revy asked in confusion.

“Haha, no, it’s nothing like that. Even if gods of luck do exist, luck itself is an abstract thing. You could say the goddess I’m talking about is just a personification of that idea. Though, who knows, maybe she really is out there… and purposely messing with me,” Alex said with a smirk.

“Maybe she’s just jealous?” Miu suggested with a light blush.

“Who knows. We’ve never actually met. Honestly, I’d rather meet Death than the goddess of luck,” Alex said with an ironic smile.

“And what do you think Death looks like? Like the usual depiction? Black cloak, scythe, and a skull instead of a face?” Beatrix asked, clearly intrigued.

Alex paused for a moment, trying to recall anything about Lady Death. She was a rather peculiar and dangerous figure — especially for those who could still be killed or destroyed. He knew she sometimes killed even immortal beings for fun, just to break their delusions of invincibility. Besides her strange relationship with a certain talkative mercenary, she was also the object of obsession for a purple titan who wiped out half the universe just to impress her.

Frankly, Alex had no desire to meet Lady Death — just like with Nyan-Nyan. Both were dangerously unstable, and he wasn’t sure how an encounter with either of them might end. Deep down, he’d rather deal with Harley Quinn — chaotic, yes, but in a way that was understandable and somewhat predictable. The two other ladies mentioned were the embodiment of unpredictability and lethal madness.

“Hmm… how should I put it… Death is a pretty unique girl. Long story short — she’s kind of weird. And when she gets bored, she kills immortals,” Alex said with a touch of irony, trying to sum up Lady Death in two words.

“So Death is a girl? And from what you said, she kinda sounds like you. Killing immortals out of boredom? Sounds like something you’d do,” Saya said, squinting at him with interest.

“I don’t think so,” Alex chuckled. “Either way, I doubt I’ll run into her any time soon. So for now, let’s just relax and think about what to do next,” he concluded, clearly wanting to change the subject.

He had no desire to continue talking about Lady Death. He didn’t even plan on visiting any universes where there was the slightest chance of encountering that eccentric woman. Nyan-Nyan was already more than enough trouble. Alex knew his life was chaotic as it was, and another unpredictable entity might just tip the delicate balance too far.

Sensing Alex’s reluctance to delve deeper into the topic, the girls gladly switched to another—discussing where they might go for vacation. To fully lighten the mood, Alex began telling them about different worlds he knew of, paying special attention to one where almost everyone on Earth had superpowers. From simple ones—like speed-reading—to truly cosmic abilities, such as creating miniature black holes.

The topic sparked genuine interest among the girls. A world where every second person possessed a unique power, and the profession of Hero was a legitimate, licensed occupation intrigued them. Especially Yuriko, Koko, Red, White, and Saya—they wanted to understand how the hero system worked, how its bureaucracy functioned, and what principles it was based on.

Alex spoke about the world slowly and methodically, giving each of them time to process the information and ask questions. Red and White, on the other hand, were more interested in the possibility of collecting biological and magical samples from that world to analyze the mechanisms behind power acquisition and identify patterns. As a joke, one of the girls even suggested that Alex go there himself and become a Hero—”just for fun.”

But at that moment, his expression darkened instantly.

Alex hated heroes.

And not because of his status as a Demon King, but due to personal convictions: heroes often tried to save everyone, even outright villains, which frequently led to even greater disasters. In his opinion, the excessive mercy of heroes resulted in destruction and suffering for ordinary people.

As he shared this viewpoint, Namiyo and Takashi emerged from the workshop. It seemed they had just finished an important conversation about how Takashi remembered his past life. Alex immediately noticed Namiyo’s satisfied smile and the relief on Takashi’s face—the burden of secrecy had finally been lifted.

“Everything went well?” Alex asked.

“Yes,” Namiyo replied with a radiant smile. “Now I just can’t wait to see Gloria. There’s so much we need to talk about…”

“She’ll be happy. You’ll see her soon,” Alex promised kindly, not wanting to leave his loved ones behind in this world.

Takashi, understanding his part in the conversation was over, gave a short “See you,” and shot a cold glance at Alex. In response, Alex flicked a candy at him, which hit him right in the forehead. Takashi muttered something unfriendly under his breath and headed off toward Yuki, hoping to find comfort in her arms.

Leaving the bridge, Takashi went in search of Yuki. He was certain the girl was still in shock after that strange trio had kidnapped him right before her eyes. Descending to the level where the cabins were located, Takashi began checking the corridors until he finally found Yuki in the company of Kota, his girls, and, of course, Jonah. They were all standing and chatting animatedly. Seeing Yuki, Takashi couldn’t help but smile and quickened his pace, wanting to get to her as soon as possible. Kota was the first to notice him.

“Damn, dude, did you get kidnapped again?” Kota smirked, watching his friend approach.

“Screw you, Kota. I’d like to see how you’d react if you were kidnapped the way I was. This is the second time those weird creatures have dragged me off to who knows where. The first time I seriously thought they were gonna feed me to some blue dog,” Takashi snapped and took Yuki’s hand.

“So why did they grab you? Did you do something or get into trouble again?” Yuki asked, squeezing his hand.

“I didn’t do anything, Yuki,” he answered curtly, casting her a brief glance.

Yuki smiled softly and wrapped herself around his arm. But Kota and Jona, as expected, were eager for the juicy details.

“Come on, spill it. What did they want from you?” Jonah asked, voicing the question that hung in the air.

Looking at his friends, Takashi realized they were genuinely interested in what had happened. But he also understood that he couldn’t tell the truth—that he was a reincarnated person with memories from his past life. Kota might believe it due to his love for mysticism, but the others would definitely think he was crazy. Maybe even Yuki. Not wanting to risk it, Takashi quickly came up with a plausible excuse by using one of Alex’s jokes.

“I got kidnapped because Alex and Mom wanted to have a serious talk with me,” he said with a detached expression.

“If they needed to talk, couldn’t they just ask? Why kidnap you?” Yuki squinted in surprise.

“Well, tell us. What did they want to talk about?” Kota grinned, sensing the upcoming fun.

“They wanted to talk about how it’s time for me to leave my parents’ house, move out, and start building my own family,” Takashi replied nonchalantly, still staring blankly into space.

“We’re on a military ship, you know. Where exactly are you planning to move to? Overboard, perhaps?” Jona smirked, staring at him in confusion.

“How should I know?! I was just as shocked by that conversation! They kidnap me, then tell me, ‘Alright, start a family, have kids, we want grandkids to spoil!'” Takashi snapped, recalling that strange conversation.

Kota couldn’t hold back any longer and burst out laughing. He couldn’t look at Takashi’s gloomy face without smiling—Takashi looked like he’d just swallowed a fly. Jona just shook his head, smiling at the absurdity of the situation. However, when Yuki heard the words about children and family, she blushed furiously and lowered her eyes, too shy to look at her boyfriend.

This reaction only heightened Takashi’s irritation. Although the fabricated story saved him from awkward questions, Kota’s laughter was driving him crazy. Not knowing how else to stop the laughter, he kicked Kota in the leg and, without letting go of Yuki, dragged her along. The girl, still crimson, allowed him to pull her away, while Kota’s laughter echoed behind them. Takashi just quickened his pace, not noticing how red Yuki’s face was—he just wanted to get away from everyone.

The next day arrived. The aircraft carrier had been heading toward Vladivostok all night, cutting through the waves under the calm sky. After Alex had revealed his origins to the girls, he found himself caught in an endless stream of questions. He naively thought they would tire out and eventually go to sleep, but he was completely unprepared for their true intentions.

And here, Alex was wrong again.

It turned out the girls weren’t interested in his past at all—they were interested in his father’s dream of having grandkids. The idea practically ignited them. Enthusiastic, they decided to do everything in their power to help their future father-in-law fulfill his cherished wish. As Rika put it, ahead of them were entire nights of “conception marathons.”

Alex had no idea what he was getting into, until the girls practically pounced on him, and the next moment, his clothes were in tatters. He even wondered if they were doing it on purpose, because their lingerie always remained perfectly intact…

Now, after the truth was revealed, Göndul no longer hid and joined in on the general fun—in other words, the collective hunt for Alex’s offspring. Even Revy decided not to fall behind. Not for the sake of children, but out of pure curiosity: she wanted to see for herself if he was truly as good in bed as everyone claimed. And now she knew the answer.

Opening his eyes, Alex’s first sight wasn’t the ceiling but a mass of thick white hair that completely obstructed his view. Among his girls, only three had such hair—Koko, White, and Red. But only Koko and White had long hair, so the choice wasn’t that difficult.

Carefully pushing the strands off his face, Alex looked around. Everywhere, in disarray, the girls were peacefully asleep, clearly having overdone it with their nocturnal enthusiasm. Slipping carefully out of their strong embraces, he began searching for something to wear, as his clothes had once again been destroyed in a fit of passion.

Shaking his head, he glanced at the scattered lingerie and sighed, “And every time, it’s the same…”

“Ugh… my head is splitting… Can I have some coffee?” a familiar voice sounded.

Revy woke up first. Sitting up, she inadvertently threw the blanket off her, revealing the curves of her body. Their eyes met, and Revy, smirking, lazily walked over to Alex. Without bothering to get dressed, she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a long, deep kiss. Afterward, still half-dressed, she looked around.

“Where the hell is my lingerie? It’s impossible to find anything in this mess…”

Alex smiled, kissing her at the corner of her eye—a gesture Revy still wasn’t used to. She squeezed her eyes shut, not hiding her pleasure. He helped her find her bra and panties, to which Revy, slightly blushing, muttered, “I can do it myself…”

But Alex just kept smiling, continuing to help her get dressed as if ignoring her words. As soon as the coffee machine started working, the other girls, as if on cue, began waking up, ordering drinks one after another.

White and Red helped Alex in the kitchen, pouring coffee into cups. Alex glanced at both of them, remembering how they had participated in the “adult marathon” yesterday. White caught his gaze and gave him a predatory grin that almost made Alex choke. He didn’t expect the android girls to adapt to human habits so quickly.

And a thought even crossed his mind: why not get his own YoRHa division? After all, what man’s soul would refuse an army of android girls? All he had to do was go to that universe and get himself an army of android girls.

“So, the plan is to help Svetlana, and then back on the road?” Chikita asked, taking a sip of coffee.

“Something like that. The main thing is that no one shows up with some dramatic lines like, ‘Get on your knees and serve me!'” Alex snorted, theatrically waving his hand.

“Exactly! It’s like, when they turn to the dark side, they get a manual titled ‘How to Become a Generic Villain,'” Renka complained, shaking her head.

“Haha! Well, they all do that!” Cammy laughed, looking at her friends cheerfully.

The girls laughed at Cammy’s words—after all, she was right. Alex just smiled, enjoying this rare moment of peace, but the silence was broken by the sharp sound of a door slamming: G.I.R., Mimi, Stitch, and Alice burst into the room with a crash.

Before he could say a word, the four of them grabbed the bath essentials and dashed off, causing a commotion in the hallway. The girls exchanged glances and smiled in unison, while Alex just shook his head, watching the hyperactive little ones. He was glad that Alice was spending more time with her peers instead of always hanging out with the adults. As he had once said, “Children should have a childhood, even if the Apocalypse is outside” — and their situation allowed them to live without fear, as under his protection, they were completely safe.

Breakfast was progressing at a relaxed pace—there were still about thirty minutes before they would reach the port. No one was in a hurry, especially the girls, who had slightly overdone it with their mischief the previous night, practically laying siege to Alex.

“So, who’s going to pick up Svetlana?” Ada asked lazily, dragging her foot up Alex’s thigh. “Personally, I don’t want to go anywhere after last night’s ‘exercises.’ My only goal is to not get up from the couch.”

“I want to be lazy too,” Chun-Li stretched, resting her chin on her hands and giving Alex a playful look. “Fighting is fun, of course, but when you have such a resilient husband, you just want to lie down until evening.”

“I’m not forcing you,” Alex smirked. “If you want to stay in bed, go ahead, rest. I wasn’t planning on taking a large group anyway. Except for Koko, she has to come.”

“But I don’t want to! It’s cold there!” Koko immediately squealed, giving him an offended look.

“I can warm you up,” Alex replied with a warm smile.

Koko puffed her cheeks even more, dramatically showing her “suffering.” She tried to get Valmet’s support, but she, too, just stretched languidly, succumbing to the general bout of laziness. Despite her strength and endurance, Valmet, like the others, would have preferred just to lounge around.

Koko felt utterly betrayed by the group. But after Alex’s persuasion and his promise to “spoil” her later, she relented—with a heavy sigh and an equally heavy look. In the end, it was decided that Rebecca, Rika, Koko, Revi—who just wanted a change of pace—and, of course, Wolf, his faithful assistant, would go with Alex.

Upon arriving at the port of Vladivostok, Alex got in touch and ordered all the raid groups to gather in the hangar. He was carrying Koko, who was still sulking, while he yawned, stretching lazily—deep down, he didn’t want to go anywhere himself. But he had to keep his word.

Rebecca was playing with Wolf, looking more like a circus trainer than a commander—though, to be fair, Wolf didn’t need training: he was a robot and followed commands precisely and without protest.

Gradually, the rest of the group started arriving in the hangar—all in combat suits and fully armed. They were surprised to see that Alex and the girls were already there. Normally, they arrived last.

“Unexpected! You guys usually show up at the very end,” said Lehm with a grin.

“Don’t start,” Alex scoffed. “Alright, everyone’s here, so listen up. We’ve arrived in Vladivostok. The main objective is Svetlana Belikova, former ruler of the Slavic Empire. But we can also stock up on supplies and useful materials—the city is definitely not empty.”

“And how will we know where to look for what?” Price interrupted. “I don’t want to disappoint you, but out of all of us, only the people from Balalaika know the local language.”

“Don’t worry, your tactical helmets have built-in translators,” Alex raised a finger.

“Well, that changes everything!” R nodded. “If we don’t have to guess what’s written or what’s called what, then we’ll manage.”

Alex repeated for the umpteenth time everything he had said before each sortie: what to look for first and what absolutely not to do. When all the groups were ready, the fighters began to board the vehicles and one by one left the hangar bay of the aircraft carrier for the port.

Alex watched as the column slowly left the bay and sighed. He had another problem to deal with—a very stubborn princess who, annoyingly, decided to join in the morning fun. He turned his gaze to the trio that had approached the meeting: Nobuna, Katsuié, and Nagahidé.

“So, what brings you here, Nobuna?” Alex asked wearily, looking at the girl.

“What do you mean? I want to go too! I’ve never been to this country, and I’m really curious to see it,” Nobuna replied with a broad, mischievous smile.

Alex gave her a long, blank stare, then shifted his gaze to Katsuié, who immediately looked away, as if hoping no one would notice her. Realizing there would be no help from her, he looked at Nagahidé—the most level-headed of the trio. But she just hid her smile behind a fan, indicating she was washing her hands of the situation and couldn’t influence anything.

“Why are you staring at my subordinates like that?” Nobuna lazily asked, snapping her fingers in front of Alex’s face.

“I was hoping they would help talk you out of this idea,” he replied with a stone-faced expression, looking back at her.

“Nope. I’m going anyway. Whether you like it or not,” Nobuna declared, defiantly crossing her arms over her chest and not breaking eye contact.

Alex sighed heavily and rubbed the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache starting. He glanced at Koko, Rika, Rebecca, and Revi—but quickly realized there was no help to be expected from them either. Koko was still sulking about being dragged out into the cold, and the other girls weren’t the type to talk Nobuna out of it. On the contrary, it would probably end in an argument or a fight.

Realizing he had no other choice, Alex asked, “Are you two going too?” looking at Nagahidé and Katsuié.

“No, they’re staying. They need to keep an eye on Nobukatsu so he doesn’t cause any more trouble,” Nobuna hastily replied, not giving them a chance to say anything.

Alex looked again at the two girls behind Nobuna. The expressions on Katsuié and Nagahidé’s faces spoke volumes—they both seemed to be wishing for some time away from the hyperactive princess. Alex immediately understood what was going on and simply nodded silently. Nobuna immediately broke into a satisfied smile and walked closer to him.

Katsuié and Nagahidé exchanged grateful glances with Alex, as if he had just saved them from a days-long torture.

“Take care of our princess,” Nagahidé said with a slight smirk.

Alex rolled his eyes, fully aware of what she meant. She just giggled sweetly, took Katsuié’s hand, and led her away. Alex watched them go, then turned his attention to Nobuna, who was standing nearby, impatiently shifting from foot to foot.

Waving her to follow, he approached the other girls—Revi, Koko, Rika, and Rebecca—who were already ready to depart.

“Nobuna is coming with us,” he said, pointing to the girl beside him.

The girls looked at Nobuna, who was glowing with happiness as if she had just won the grand prize. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and her smile was so wide it seemed like she had gotten everything she wanted. Then their gaze shifted to Alex—the one who now had to deal with this “problematic princess.” His expression spoke for itself, as if he had been handed a hyperactive child with no brakes.

Alex sighed, looked at Rika and Rebecca, and gave them a short nod.

“Take my bike. Cover us when we get to the bunker.”

“With pleasure,” Rebecca replied, grinning like a predator. Rika nodded without a word, accepting the keys. The two quickly hopped on the motorcycle and took off behind them.

Alex, Revi, Koko, and Nobuna got into the armored “Hummer.” Their destination was the bunker hidden outside the city, which Alex had learned about during his communication with Svetlana. Sitting behind the wheel, he started the ignition and was the first to drive out of the base. Looking in the rearview mirror, he saw Rika and Rebecca’s motorcycle confidently tailing them.

He didn’t enter the city itself. Instead, he took a route around the outskirts to avoid running into the undead and potential survivors. As they passed by, Alex noted that while the city wasn’t entirely destroyed, it had clearly gone through a real massacre during the first hours of the zombie apocalypse.

Leaving the city limits, they drove onto a dirt road leading toward the forest. Alex checked the map, confirming the route, and slightly accelerated.

“Becca, take care of the hill and cover us,” he said, linking up with Rebecca through the comms.

“Got it, cupcake,” came her slightly teasing voice in response.

In the side mirror, Alex noticed how Rika, riding the motorcycle, veered off toward the elevation. There, she and Rebecca would take up an ideal sniper position.

He glanced sideways at Nobuna, who was sitting next to him in the front seat. Like a child at the zoo, she was curiously observing everything around her, her excitement evident.

“First time leaving Japan?” Alex asked.

“One could say so. Due to my status as a princess, I rarely had the chance to go anywhere. All I’ve seen are official receptions and events within the imperial family,” she replied, a hint of bitterness in her voice.

“And what’s it like—being a princess?” Revi leaned forward, peering between the seats.

“Much duller than it seems. My entire life consists of endless official events, dinners, parades. Dancing, music, etiquette—everything has to be done by the rules. It’s like being an animal in a cage that everyone wants to observe from all sides. And when they say, ‘You’re a princess, you must’—it’s just nauseating,” Nobuna finished with a tired sigh.

“Yeah, sounds like crap,” Revi shook her head.

Alex remained silent, but inwardly agreed. And that’s not even mentioning the possibility of being used in a political marriage. Though… knowing her personality, Alex could imagine her knocking the breath out of her “fiancé” if she didn’t like him. The thought actually amused him a little. He glanced at the girl—yeah, no doubt she’d wipe the poor guy across the floor without blinking.

While Nobuna continued to talk about her life, the ride to the bunker continued. Alex, Revi, and Koko listened without interrupting as the scenery outside the windows gradually shifted to dense trees.

When they reached their destination, Alex turned off the engine, stepped out of the “Hummer,” and lit a cigarette. The girls followed him, looking around.

To be continued…

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