I, Izayoi Sakamaki, Joined the Chat Group at the Start

He wanted to go to the lawn for no more than a psychological comfort, making himself feel as if he could head to that tense and thrilling Hakoniwa world at any moment.

That was how he had always killed time in the past. Now, although he had the Chat Group, he still could not break the habit.

Lying on the comfortable lawn, with a gentle breeze brushing his face and the fierce summer sun shining down on Izayoi Sakamaki, he felt a trace of warmth spread through him.

"Now this is relaxing. But this isn't the life I long for."

After sighing over how pleasant life was, Izayoi Sakamaki put his mind into the Chat Group.

Tony: "I'm finally back in my comfortable office. Damn it, if I find out who was behind this, I'm absolutely killing their whole family!"

In his office, Tony enjoyed the Air Conditioner, ate fruit, and even had a beauty like Pepper attending him. It was a life of utter comfort.

Only, in his heart, he was still brooding over what had happened in that cave.

If not for Izayoi Sakamaki's help, he might have died there already.

Never mind how nicely the leader of the Terrorists had put it, saying that as long as he helped them make the missile, they would let him go.

Any fool knew that was nothing but a stalling tactic. Once the missile was finished, he would undoubtedly die.

At that thought, a cold light flashed through Tony's eyes. No one could endure something like that.

Perfect. He would take that immature idea in his mind and perfect it.

Tsunade: "Tsk, tsk. A scourge really does live for a thousand years. You didn't die from that, and you even triggered a Chat Group mission."

Esdeath: "Heh. Next time, I won't need anyone else. I'll personally let you taste what fear is."

Tony: "...What's with you all? Why so irritable?"

Fūrinji Miu: "I don't know, @Izayoi Sakamaki, Izayoi, do you know?"

Izayoi Sakamaki: "It's fine, you'll get used to it. Shithead Stark's mouth is usually pretty cheap, and he's also pitifully weak. Even you could beat him up."

Tony: "Holy shit, when did a newcomer join the group? And why are you so close with Izayoi?"

Izayoi Sakamaki: "...Go read the chat history yourself. Also, Shithead Stark, as a capitalist, your movements were known by Terrorists. Don't you find that strange?"

Tony: "I know. Someone definitely sold me out, but there definitely aren't many people who knew my movements."

There were not many—one could even say very few. Aside from Jakos, his Personal Assistant Pepper, and that uncle of his, no one else knew.

With a simple process of elimination, he could very easily figure out who had betrayed him.

And he clearly remembered that the weapons the Terrorists had possessed were produced by Stark Industries. That undoubtedly pointed the target straight at one person.

But he did not dare believe it. The uncle who had doted on him so much when he was young had actually hurt him like this.

He lay back in his chair, covering his face with one hand. "Do capitalists really have no family affection?"

"Jakos, bring out the blueprints I envisioned before. I'm going to make this High-tech thing with my own hands."

Thinking of that world-shaking punch from Izayoi Sakamaki, Tony quickly recovered from his low mood.

If he had strength like that, what would he still need to fear?

When all was said and done, he was still too weak.

"Understood, sir. Do you wish to go down to the Underground Research Lab now?"

"Mm."

The view returned to the Chat Group. Not long after Tony exited the Chat Group, the group abruptly invited two newcomers.

Group member Kurogane Ikki has joined the Chat Group

Group member Minamiya Natsuki has joined the Chat Group

Tsunade: "Newcomers came to the group? This soon?"

Hawkeye: "Any swordsmen?"

Esdeath: "I get the feeling this batch of newcomers doesn't look very strong."

Takanashi Rikka: "Within the memories of my Yomi, I likewise cannot sense the aura of a strong one."

Whether it was because she had been influenced by the people in the group or something else, Takanashi Rikka's chuunibyou was becoming more and more... it somehow did not feel that chuunibyou anymore.

Perhaps this was the group effect?

Among a whole bunch of truly powerful experts, Takanashi Rikka's words felt much more normal.

Minamiya Natsuki: "Oh? What a marvelous ability. It can actually interfere with me?"

Fūrinji Miu: "Eh? Why don't the newcomers this time have nicknames? Could these be their nicknames?"

Izayoi Sakamaki: "I changed them. Consider it a little authority I have."

Takanashi Rikka: "I envy you. When will my Evil-Eye True Sight finally rise up!"

Tsunade: "Don't even think about it. You'll never reach the big shot's heels."

Takanashi Rikka: "You... Why tell such a harsh truth?"

Minamiya Natsuki: "Who are you people?"

Takanashi Rikka: "Since you have asked with such sincerity, I, the Evil King True Eye User, shall magnanimously tell you. This place lies in the gap between the heavens... blah blah blah... Little Fairy..."

Under Takanashi Rikka's slightly chuunibyou explanation, Minamiya Natsuki also came to understand the purpose of this Chat Group. It connected the Myriad Worlds!

What kind of almighty power could possibly accomplish such a thing?

In the luxurious office of Saihaku Academy High School Division, the hand Minamiya Natsuki used to hold her black tea trembled slightly.

She had originally thought the Fourth True Ancestor being her student was already fantastical enough. She had never expected a Chat Group she could not see through in the slightest to suddenly appear.

"However, this may be an opportunity. If only I can break free from my restraints."

Thinking of the environment her true body was currently in, Minamiya Natsuki's original shock was suppressed by long-lasting loneliness.

"The Vampire Dies in No Time, huh? I remember the strongest ones in that anime were all vampires."

Izayoi Sakamaki also had a deep impression of this anime. After all, it was a series that handed out fanservice. He still remembered it had gone all the way to the fourth or fifth season back then.

This anime told the story of a high school student who accidentally became the vampire Fourth True Ancestor, then searched for girls in a world where demons ran rampant and established an empire.

As for Minamiya Natsuki, who had joined the group, Izayoi Sakamaki was also very clear about her. She was a Witch who had signed a contract with a demon and was proficient in the highest level of spatial magic—Spatial Domination Magic. But as the price for signing a contract with a demon, she herself had been imprisoned inside the prison she had created.

Or rather, it would not be an exaggeration to say she was the prison itself.

Space...

What a mysterious word. Although he could easily crush space, he could not do little tricks like Spatial Movement.

Izayoi Sakamaki: "Welcome to the group, newcomer. I'm this group's administrator. If anything interesting happens, you can come find me."

Minamiya Natsuki: "Mm, I understand, Mr. Administrator."

Takanashi Rikka: "Wow, the newcomer is so polite. Could it be that she also possesses memories of Yomi?"

Tsunade: "Rikka means the newcomer has also sensed how powerful the administrator is?"

Esdeath: "I see. Looks like you're quite strong too, @Minamiya Natsuki. Want to fight?"

Seeing these messages, three black lines fell across Minamiya Natsuki's forehead.

Minamiya Natsuki: "No, I just think someone who can subdue the many powerful people in the group and become administrator definitely can't be weak."

Tsunade: "..."

Fūrinji Miu: "..."

Esdeath: "I see. The administrator is indeed the strongest in the entire group, and I am second. Do you want to challenge me?"

Minamiya Natsuki: "No, I still have some matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving first."

Ding. Group member Minamiya Natsuki has gone offline.

Tsunade: "@Esdeath, were you in that much of a hurry? Look, you scared the newcomer away."

Esdeath: "Heh. A true powerhouse fears no challenge."

Izayoi Sakamaki: "One ran off, but isn't there still another? @Kurogane Ikki."

Takanashi Rikka: "O watcher sunk within the void, in the name of my Evil King True Eye, manifest here and now! @Kurogane Ikki."

Kurogane Ikki: "Um... I've more or less understood the matter regarding the Chat Group too. I never thought there would be something this miraculous."

Kurogane Ikki: "Also... I apologize for suspecting you earlier and not showing myself right away."

Holding a black iron sword in his hand, a man with a capable air about him sent this message with a faintly apologetic expression.

Earlier, while he had still been practicing swordsmanship, his meditative state of mind had been broken by an emotionless electronic voice.

After that, numerous voices had appeared one after another. He had thought they were some so-called Inner Demon or obstacle on the path of the sword, so he had ignored them.

But as the voices gradually increased, he had no choice but to believe that this Chat Group truly existed, rather than being something fabricated by his own mind.

That was why he had apologized as soon as he showed up.

Tsunade: "That's normal. If someone instantly believed in the Chat Group, they'd either be a chuunibyou or an idiot."

Takanashi Rikka: "???"

Ding. Group member Tsunade has been muted for 1 minute.

Izayoi Sakamaki: "Tony isn't here, so you're letting yourself go, Tsunade? Did you forget I'm the administrator?"

Kurogane Ikki: "I never thought I'd have such an opportunity. I wonder if there are any powerful swordsmen and sword techniques in other worlds."

Hawkeye: "@Kurogane Ikki, are you a swordsman?"

Kurogane Ikki: "Right now, I'm merely someone who swings a sword. I'm not yet worthy of being called a swordsman."

Hawkeye: "You're too modest. I've long admired the way of the sword from other worlds. Shall we have a match?"

Izayoi Sakamaki: "I suggest you two suppress your strength to the same level before fighting. After all, the upper limits of your worlds are right there."

Hawkeye: "The administrator has a point. So, are you coming? @Kurogane Ikki."

What a shame. If the Chat Group had a livestream function, he could have watched the show to kill time.

Just as Izayoi Sakamaki was lamenting that the Chat Group still had a long way to go, a flash of inspiration surged into his mind.

He looked up and saw an envelope drifting slowly down from the sky.

"It's finally here—the Hakoniwa Invitation."

The sight of the white envelope in the sky gradually filled Izayoi Sakamaki with excitement. He had waited more than ten years for this little thing, and now it had finally arrived.

He slowly stretched out both hands, as if welcoming the envelope's arrival.

And the envelope, as though it possessed a mind of its own, drifted gently toward Izayoi Sakamaki's hands like a young swallow returning to its nest.

But in the next instant, Izayoi Sakamaki's wicked sense of humor kicked in, and he took a step back.

Envelope:!!

The pristine white envelope slipped past Izayoi Sakamaki's hands and fell onto the green lawn.

"You really kept me waiting, didn't you?"

Looking at the envelope on the lawn, Izayoi Sakamaki smacked his lips, wondering whether he should let it experience the feeling of flying around outer space.

But after thinking it over, he decided against it. If the envelope was just made of ordinary paper, and there wasn't even ash left after one trip around, he would be the only one losing out.

He bent down and picked up the envelope.