"That's a new one," Amir muttered silently as he picked up a letter with his ichor-stained hands. He had just paid a visit to one of few worlds with Gods...he considered them a delicacy and they usually were assholes, so it was okay in his eyes to eat them without mercy.

[This feels familiar...]

'Really?... It kinda does now that I think of it,' were Amir's thoughts as he opened the letter.

"Oh...it's those guys...I think they were called White and Black? Something like that."

As he read more of the letter, his eyes slowly widened.

"That's certainly new."

Amir crumpled up the paper and threw it away, A Black and White Portal forming as he did. He equipped his [Divine Martial Artist's Gi] and put his [Revised Yeoui 2.0] on his back.

[Are you sure about this? You're going into unknown territory? Remember last time you did that?]

"Pssh, I still made it out alive", Amir waved off the Game's concerns. "I got all 69,420 of my Totems of Undying equipped...Hopefully should be enough if they become hostile and are stronger than I thought"

[...Suit yourself]

Amir walked through the portal, not expecting the...hall of the place he found himself to be filled with people, with lots of power.

'More Gamers?', he thought as he looked on. 'I'll just pay my respects and fuck off...Wonder what Kurome's doing'

He walked around the luxurious halls, going about and taking in the scenery of the place. The place's buffet was great, especially when the Magical Girl brought the special meat with her...servants.

He put a small box of [YHWH's Sacred Gear System] at the top of the mound of presents he found in the hall.

With his gift added to the pile, Amir glanced around him at the bustling crowd of Gamers. The wildly varying people in sci fi jumpsuits, flowing magical robes and crisp suits made for a rare sight. All of them happily smiling and chatting as they made their way to the throne room- no doubt to give their well-wishes to the happy couple.

"What to do… what to do…" Amir hummed in contemplation, his caramel tone fingers sliding through his white hair. He had a lot of stuff to do back home, and he was missing Kurome.

But on the other hand, the two most powerful Gamers in the omniverse having a kid? Who wouldn't be curious to meet and greet with them?

[Maybe it will give you an idea on how powerful you can eventually get. I don't know, it might be worth the look.]

"Point, let's go meet this… Miss Black and Mr. White." Amir admitted as he began to follow the crowd- his footsteps joining the dozens of others on the luxuriously carpeted floor as they made their way to the throne room.

There were already some Gamers up there with the happy couple, personally blessing the baby in full view of everyone else in the massive throne room.

'Semi-public speeches aren't my forte, but I'm here now so i might as well get on with it.' Amir thought to himself as he grabbed one of those refilling glasses and gulped down an entire glass of sprite in one go to calm his nerves.

Climbing the steps to their thrones, Amir was panicking slightly, an uneasy smile on his face as he tried to remember or overhear any clue as to which is which.

'Oh shit, which one of them is White and which one is Black? Is the name ironic or accurate?'

The ethereally-beautiful trap, with his flawlessly smooth pale skin, soft-looking lips and silken snowy-white hair.

'Damn… this is the most powerful Gamer in the Omniverse?'

"Miss Black, Mr. White." Amir bowed in the same way that he saw others did.

But instead of the two bowing in return as he expected, they both raised an eyebrow to him. Even the bored-looking dark-haired lord roused to look at him with alert coal-black eyes.

"Do you make it a habit to arrive at the banquet, walk up to the hosts, and give your well-wishes... without knowing who they were?" He muttered, low and disbelievingly- his tone of voice making Amir stiffen as he was caught red-handed.

'Oh, shit, I got it wrong!'

Icy-blue eyes hardened like glaciers, frosty and thoroughly unimpressed as they stared unyieldingly at Amir.

"There's balls and there's just stupid." Shiro warned him as reality itself squealed and warped around Amir- like a planet-sized fist had him in its palm and was rapidly closing to crush him like a tiny grape.

[Abort, Abort, Abort! Quick, say something before we're atomized!]

"I come with a gift for the baby!" Amir blurted out as he hurriedly pulled out the rarest thing he had ever gotten in the Gacha system. Whatever it was.

And on Amir's outstretched hand appeared a glass bottle.

[Bottle of Genocide]

A rune-encrusted glass bottle, covered with seals inscribed with willingly-offered angel's blood and corked with the bark of the mythical Tree of Yggdrassil. It is charmed to contain an extremely powerful and malicious necromantic curse that seeks out all members of a bloodline across an entire plain of existence and eradicates their souls all at once.

Both Kuro and Shiro took one look at the glass bottle before (to Amir's great relief) humming their approval. At the same time, the phantom pressure receded and Amir no longer felt his imminent annihilation looming over him.

The bottle floated from his hand and into the outstretched palms of Little Fenris where the bottle promptly had the seals burned away into nothing in a flash of fire and the cork popping off.

"A fine gift for Little Fenris." Shiro muttered- faint note of surprise in his effeminate voice, "Surprisingly enough."

Then the baby did the last thing Amir expected- grasping the glass bottle that was almost as big as him between his little palms, upturning it into his little mouth and drinking from it like it was his bottle of milk.

"Uh, thanks…" Amir replied, still nervously shifting his weight from foot to foot, sweating bullets, "I'll just go now. Nice party?"

Kuro only glanced back at him with disinterested coal black eyes, long seconds passed as Amir smiled nervously under Kuro's stare before finally…

"Enjoy yourself." Kuro responded in kind, the older Gamer nodded his head once before resuming that relaxed posture as he sat back in his throne.

"Thank you, I will!" Amir all but shouted as he saw his way out- a wooden smile on his face as he bowed stiffly to both of them and retreated down the steps.

[That was too close. Much too close.]

Nodding in agreement, Amir steadied himself on one of the tables before giving a heavy sigh of relief.

Looking around, Amir found that in his nervousness, he had wandered into what was the banquet area- exotic dishes from all over the omniverse masterfully prepared and laid out. His moment of respite was interrupted however by his stomach gurgling loudly. Taking another quick glance around him, he noticed that so many other Gamers were also happily dining and drinking to their heart's content around him, and Amir could only casually shrug to himself.

'When in Rome…'

Quickly finding a plate and an excited grin on his caramel cheeks, Amir set off to handle his brush with non-existence in the best way possible: burying it under a mountain of great (and completely free) food.

Who knew getting wiped from the face of existence sure gave one an appetite?