The world scorned him. Every disparaging remark, every dismissive glance echoed in Subaru Natsuki's head, a relentless chorus of mockery and contempt.

His jaw clenched, and his eyes darted away – pathetic, useless, unworthy, meek, and trash! His life, a tapestry woven with regret and missteps, seemed to validate their cruelty.

But within the storm, a silent transformation raged. A singular voice, audible only to him, pulsed from the eyepatch, a technological marvel whispering promises of change.

But was it truly the voice of technology? Or perhaps something else entirely new - avoice of monstrous origin, a whisper promising power at a revolting cost.

Then, without warning, visions – apparitions – invaded his head.

"People change, that's true. However, some things can be changed and others cannot. The basics never change. If those were to change, would people remain the same?" A man was shown together with a woman.

Huh? What the heck is this?

"However, believe it or not, the more you think about it, the more it drifts away from reality. That's right, thinking can be problematic. A person's instinct is to seek the real answer." Another vision, another glimpse.

"I don't understand! Why am I seeing these things?"

"Evil beings don't usually spend their time outside so casually; they're able to hide themselves very well." A dog is shown this time.

"I don't get it! I really don't! It doesn't make any sense!"

"To make your wish come true, you shall pay a price. The price has to be on par with your wish. In other words, you don't have too many options...Are you willing to pay the price, Natsuki Subaru?" The dog replied once more.

"YES! PLEASE! I BEG OF YOU!"

"Why?" This time an abominable samurai of grotesque form appeared. "Wouldn't it have been better if you remained your old self? Someone weak and pathetic? A shameful existence, I might add," it added with a mocking tone.

"Huh? What do you mean? I'm tired of being weak! Of being pathetic! Of being the joke of all people!"

"Being weak isn't a shame, you know." The grotesque samurai disappeared and was replaced by a tall, slender, beautiful girl with long black hair kept in low twin tails by two red ribbons.

"Sometimes, you just have to trust your friends and loved ones more. Not everything is going to be easy, but not everything is that hard either," she added.

"What do you...?" Subaru was shocked. His eyes grew wide as he digested the words of the black-haired female.

The girl made sense. Yes, he might not have gotten his happy ending, but by the looks of it, he didn't have to. His other self in this world seemed to have it good. He had a luxurious mansion, and a bunch of friends like Otto, Garfiel, and Mimi, a little sister figure in the form of Beatrice...And even if Emilia didn't answer his love and instead went to Julius, there was still Rem, right? Not everything was too late.

Nah, everything's too late. Other Subarus from other multiverses might have a life, friends, loved ones, and achievements, but those aren't mine. And even if they were mine, they'd ditch me again if given the chance. Hell, this Subaru of this world alone is a testament to that. After all he's done, probably dying hundreds of times for all I care, then he just acts drunk and jealous at this goddamn party, and they're ready to kick him out? Pathetic!

Therefore, no matter what I do, I'll always be pathetic! I'll always be a goddamn loser! A poor carbon copy of Natsuki Kenichi! The guy who has it all!

DAMN IT! DAMN, IT ALL!

"-and that man Morty... that man isn't what he says he is. He is a threat to the entire multiverse! He has enslaved me and the others. You have to stop him before-"

"Stop!" Subaru interrupted the girl before she could finish her sentence. "Morty has been nothing but helpful to me! He's been helping me get back on my feet ever since...Emilia and the others left me...You don't get it, do you?!"

"No, I do! I—"

"I'M WEAK! I'M A F*CKING LOSER!" Subaru shouted back. "NOBODY WANTED ME! NOBODY BELIEVED ME!" Tears streamed down his face as he ranted in despair. "Nobody...can love me!"

"Don't say that Su—"

"Shut it!" Subaru roared, interrupting her once again. "I'm repulsive, disgusting, loathsome, vile!" He stopped as if catching his breath. "I'm a poor excuse for a human being! I'm so pathetic that I don't deserve love! I've wasted everything! Every chance I got, I threw it away! What does it matter if Morty's some evil bastard? At least he's helping me! At least he offers me power! Power I don't have! The power I'll never have on my own!" Subaru finished his rant, his face streaked with tears.

The girl looked at Subaru, her eyes filled with sadness. She spoke softly, warning him about the path he was about to take. "Are you sure, Subaru? Once you take this path, there's no turning back. Remember, my warnings for they will stay with you."

"YES, I'm sure! Screw them warnings!" Subaru shouted back. "Even if it means losing myself! Even if it means losing my soul...THEN SO BE IT!"

The woman looked at Subaru with sad eyes and then shook her head in resignation and murmured, "Very well." After closing her eyes, she turned away from him. "Get ready, Subaru Natsuki, for you will gain the power of the old ones." With those last words, she disappeared, leaving Subaru alone with his turmoil of emotions.

Huh, that was strange...I was absolutely sure I was about to-"Whoa!" Subaru's cluttered thoughts are suddenly cut off as his eyepatch abruptly sputtered to life.

"Eyepatch Xenotrix initialization engaged," it announced, the digital voice laced with cold control. "Initiating genetic resequencing. Commencing cellular transformation."

Fear and confusion warred within Subaru. What did these words mean? The black-haired woman had spoken of the power of the old ones. Was this his salvation or a descent into further oblivion?

The air crackled with digital energy as the system delved into his very being. He could feel his limbs contorting, morphing into grotesque parodies of their former selves. Bones shattered and reassembled in an agonizing symphony he couldn't hear. A coarse fur, or perhaps something more primal, sprouted across his skin. Yet, through the hideous transformation, a chilling numbness persisted. No pain, just a cold, detached awareness of his body's violation.

"DNA modification in progress," the voice continued, monotone and sterile. "Enhancing physical attributes, restoring biological equilibrium." This had to be good. It had to be.

Moments crawled by an agonizingly slow as the AI meticulously reconstructed him. "Subject designated as 'Subaru Natsuki' undergoing metamorphosis into EB-Creature Zero, colloquially known as Evil Big Chungus," it declared. "Activating predatory instincts. Implementing measures for sensory enhancement." It paused, then: "Subject recalibration nearing completion. Stability achieved."

A surge of power coursed through his veins. He felt different, transformed into something powerful, something...Menacing.

"Initialization sequence complete," the AI announced with robotic finality. "The subject, now identified as Evil Big Chungus, is primed for combat. Let's roll!"

How dare they humiliate me like this? Julius, Emilia...All of them will pay for their betrayal. They'll regret the day they betrayed me! The day SHE BETRAYED ME!

Chaos erupted around him, screams echoing in the darkness. Panic gripped the royal knights and those in attendance as they scrambled to make sense of the situation.

But Subaru's focus was singular, his rage burning brighter than the engulfing shadows.

Let them fear me. Let them witness the new power I wield.

Meanwhile, Julius, the Royal knights, and the mages in attendance dispelled the dark shroud with a wave of their swords and chant of a dark banishing spell.

"Stop this nonsense, Subaru! I order you as your king to stand—?" King Jukulius spoke in confusion, his gaze shifting. "my OD!"

Eying it from top to bottom, what emerged from the smoky darkness was not Subaru but a grotesque white creature adorned with an eyepatch over its right eye. A giant rabbit, its crimson gaze piercing the silence that followed.

As the creature stood motionless, whispers and murmurs suddenly filled the royal castle's ballroom:

"By the Dragon! What foul sorcery is this?" exclaimed a mage, his face contorted with fear as he turned to his companion. "Are you seeing what I'm seeing, Calwin?"

"Yeah, I hear you, Fred," replied his fellow mage. "I don't know. Perhaps it's some form of shapeshifting authority like that of the late Sin Archbishop of Lust? But how?" His visage also twisted with dread.

In the corner of the room, two demihumans also engaged in conversation. "I've never seen anything like this before, Hal. Is this some sort kind of witch-beast manifestation?" A blonde female demi-human fox chimed in.

"I don't know, Haru-babe. Probably another one of Su-san's cool magic tricks?" A black-furred wolf demi-human added, his grin betraying a hint of intrigue.

"But Hal, he never showed anything like that before."

"So? The bro's always got some sort of cool tricks up his sleeve that we didn't know before, so there's that."

Suddenly, the creature unleashed a bloodcurdling shriek that shattered the stillness, sending a shiver down the spines of all who heard it.

However, not Hal "Whoa! Did Ya see that, Haru? Freakin' awesome!" Halibel exclaimed, his voice filled with exhilaration. "Told ya Su-san never disappoints!"

"By the Od! This...This cant be happening. Someone! Anyone! Do something!" A portly noble screamed, his fear evident as he involuntarily wet himself.

The Royal knights and remaining mages, spurred by duty and desperation, moved forward, their swords and staffs raised in defiance as they surrounded the creature.

"We must protect tha Queen and king! Ready tha weapons!" Garfiel ordered, his voice carrying the weight of authority. As a former shield of the sanctuary turned general of the kingdom, this was his moment to shine. His tactical prowess, honed with the help of his AI companion, guided their strategy. "Initiate battle form B, jus as tha capt advised us!" he added, to which the knights and mages unanimously agreed.

Emilia turned to Julius, her expression filled with concern. "Juli, what... What is that creature?" Fear etched her heart; since becoming queen, she had rarely felt out of control or fearful, her knight and prime minister always ensuring her security. But with her prime minister mysteriously absent, she felt vulnerable. "W-Where's Subaru, Juli?"

"I don't have the answer to that, my love," Julius admitted, his usually composed demeanor faltering as he exchanged a worried glance with Emilia before addressing the creature. "Subaru... What madness has taken hold of you?"

"Huh? What do you..." Suddenly, Emilia's eyes widened, a chill running down her spine. No! T-This can't be! "Is that... Subaru, Juli?" Her voice trembled, tears streaming down her face.

Julius's expression shifted from confusion to realization, mirroring the horror in his wife's gaze. "I... I fear it may be,"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" the creature suddenly laughed, its chilling voice echoing throughout the castle complex. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Silence, beast! Or we will cut you down!" boomed a knight, his sword held high as he glared at the enormous rabbit with unease.

"INSOLENT MORTAL!" The creature's voice boomed, deep and heavy with menace. "I have a name! I am the Great Big Ch-" It abruptly stopped mid-sentence.

Man, Big Chungus? That name just isn't right. It's hilarious like a giant meme come to life. But how can I...Aha! I've got an idea!

"I am Star Eater," it declared, its voice dripping with malice. "The harbinger of doom, the destroyer of worlds... And I shall be your fucking demise." A dark chuckle rumbled from its throat.

Yeah, that's much better. Maybe those fools will finally show me some respect that I fucking deserve, right? Bah! Don't get ahead of yourself, Subaru! They won't give that shit to you! And even if they do, this isn't some fairy tale kumbaya story! No...This is vengeance! Vengeance doesn't care about being cool, respected, loved up, or any of that cringe stuff!

Vengeance demands BLOOD! Vengeance Craves DEATH!

The tension hung heavy in the air, thick enough to choke on. Knights and mages exchanged uneasy glances, the gravity of the creature's defiant roar hanging heavy over them. But Julius, his resolve steeling, wouldn't stand for this. Subaru or not, this monstrosity will be stopped.

"One more chance, creature," the king's voice boomed, commanding and resolute. "Surrender or face annihilation."

A booming, deranged laugh echoed in response. "How about... no? HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Rabitbaru reveled in its defiance, its laughter echoing through the chamber.

Julius narrowed his eyes, his determination unwavering. "So be it," he declared, his voice steely. "Royal Knights, Battle mages, to your positions! We shall show this beast the true might of the kingdom!"

With practiced precision, knights, and mages, alongside General Garfiel, assumed their battle formations, mirroring their king's unwavering resolve. Steel gleamed coldly in the dim light while staffs pulsed with barely contained energy, all focused on the monstrous figure before them.

"Finally! I've been itching for this!" Rabitbaru roared, its words laced with a cryptic undercurrent. "Come at me then bitches! Show me what you've got!" Its voice taunted, echoing with a disturbing edge.

"CHARGE!" With a unified roar, the knights and mages surged forward, a tide of steel and magic aimed at a single goal: Subjugate the monstrous Giant Rabitbaru at all costs.

As the horde of knights and mages closed in, Rabitbaru tapped his eyepatch, activating his HUD to assess the battlefield with cold precision.

Twenty knights and ten mages advanced rapidly toward him, their determination etched upon their faces like scars of war.

Morphing his right hand into a nightmarish array of jagged spikes, he lashed out with savage ferocity, "ACK!" impaling three knights upon his twisted appendage with sickening ease, their screams of agony a haunting melody amidst the chaos. Three down, twenty-seven to go.

From his left flank, another wave of knights surged forward. Their swords held aloft like grim reapers come to claim his soul, but not this time!

With a cruel twist of his hand, Rabitbaru transformed his left appendage into a grotesque mass of barbed tendrils, skewering them with merciless precision as their lifeblood and innards painted the ground in crimson hues of death. Four down, twenty-three to go.

Undeterred by the onslaught, the main contingent of knights from both front and rear closed in, their blades slashing and hacking at his monstrous form with reckless abandon.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! I feel no fucking PAIN!" Rabitbaru's voice reverberated with a manic edge, his laughter a chilling symphony amidst the chaos of battle. The wounds inflicted upon him seemed only to fuel his twisted delight. His eyes gleamed with intense savageness. "Alright, my turn then."

Reverting his hand to its natural state, Rabitbaru seized two knights by their throats with a sadistic grin spreading across his twisted visage.

"Oops, got ya," he sneered, relishing in the terror that flashed across their eyes before he mercilessly crushed the life from their bodies with a sickening crunch. Their limp forms fell to the ground in a grotesque display of shattered bones and torn flesh.

Two more down, twenty-one to go.

"EL GOA!"

"EL HUMA!"

"EL FURA!"

The Incantations of the mages unleashed a torrent of magical energies upon Subaru, their spells crackling and fizzling against his formidable force field like waves crashing against an unyielding cliffside.

Huh? A force field? But Morty said I wouldn't have one. Why would he lie? Heh, well, lie or not, this is cool!

"HAHAHAHAHA! Is that all? Pathetic!" Rabitbaru's laughter echoed through the chamber like a deranged symphony of madness, his twisted visage contorted in a grotesque mockery of joy as he reveled in the futile attempts of his adversaries to bring him down.

"HELP!" cried out a mage as RabitBaru seized them in his vice-like grip, their feeble struggles amounting to naught as he crushed them with ruthless efficiency, their screams of agony a cacophony of music to his ears.

"Heh, no help for the likes of you," Subaru sneered, his voice dripping with malice as he snuffed out the mage's life with callous indifference, their broken body a testament to his rage and wrath. It was too easy.

"AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!" roared the demihuman tiger general as he charged into the fray, its primal fury unleashed upon Rabitbaru like a tempest of raw power.

Once more tapping his eyepatch, Rabitbaru analyzed the incoming attack with cold calculation. As the demihuman tiger lunged forward with savage intent, his lips curled into a cruel smirk.

"Wrong move, country boy," he taunted, his movements a blur of unnatural speed as he effortlessly sidestepped the attack, his hand lashing out with deadly precision to deliver a punishing blow that sent the demihuman tiger hurtling through the air like a ragdoll, its roar silenced in an instant.

"Heh, too easy. Tech beats magic and skills ALL THE TIME. Alright! Time to end this."

Blind to the relentless assault of knights and mages, Rabitbaru's gaze burned into a lone figure amidst the swirling chaos: Julius Juukulius.

"JULIUS!" he roared, his voice laced with venomous hatred.

His hand morphed into a grotesque amalgamation of metal and flesh – The Vegnagun, an infamous weapon of a secret ancient race in a doomed multiverse. It glowed ominously red.

"Time to die ya pompous son of a bitch!" Rabitbaru declared, his voice flat and devoid of emotion, the weapon aimed squarely at Julius' heart.

But before he could unleash his lethal strike, a streak of crimson lightning tore through the fray with blinding speed. With unmatched agility and precision, a Redhead figure clad in a knightly uniform descended upon Subaru like the hammer of the gods, delivering a devastating blow that sent him hurtling across the chamber with bone-shattering force.

"Shit, my head," A wave of nausea washed over him, his head throbbing as he tried to focus through the disorientation. The relentless assault had left him reeling, struggling to regain his balance after Reinhard's powerful blow.

"Whoa, what the fuck!" His primal scream dissolved, the monstrous facade he'd donned crumbling away to reveal the man beneath – Subaru Natsuki, the one who had ravaged the royal castle in a fit of envy. Weakened and exposed, he stood before them.

"huh?" Blinking away the lingering effects of the fight, he found himself surrounded by a phalanx of Royal Knights, the Sword Saint Reinhard at their head. Their weapons remained trained on him, determined to end him on short notice.

Reinhard's gaze held pity and a deep sadness as he looked upon Subaru. "Subaru," he began, his voice heavy with genuine sorrow, "Why? What have you done? How could you have fallen so far?"

"What do you mean, why?! Are you serious? I was screwed over—"

"I couldn't care less about your excuses, Subaru! Your duty was crystal clear – to safeguard this kingdom!" Reinhard's voice resonated with a stern formality. "You made a solemn oath as the prime minister, for the sake of everything we hold dear!"

"But—"

"Enough!" Reinhard's hand clamped down on Subaru's shoulder with authority, his eyes piercing his with frustration and disappointment. "Look around you, my friend... explain this."

Blood, gore, and death. Subaru's initial numbness gave way to a sickening realization of the carnage he had wrought, a twisted sense of justice lingering as he surveyed the aftermath of his actions.

"Heh, that's what they get for... W-what the..."

But then, like a veil lifted, something shifted within him. Suddenly, the numbness evaporated, replaced by a wave of overwhelming disgust and regret.

"Fuck!" The raven-haired Japanese boy's voice cracked with anguish as he stumbled backward, his stomach churning as he retched violently onto the bloodstained floor. Each convulsion wracked his body with a sickening reminder of the horrors he had unleashed, the weight of his actions crashing down upon him like a tidal wave.

But before Subaru could recover, an order cut through the chaos like a blade. "Seize that traitor at once!" commanded Julius, his voice ringing with firm authority. In an instant, Natsuki Subaru found himself seized by the knights and Reinhard.

"Subaru... how could you?" Emilia's voice trembled a blend of disbelief and sorrow echoed in the air. Tears shimmered in her eyes as she locked her gaze on him.

Subaru looked at the ground, not wanting to meet her gaze. His eyes flickered away, incapable of confronting the depths of shame and defeat consuming him.

Julius's hand tightened around Emilia's, his face etched with pain. "Envy," he stated, his voice firm with a tremor of anger, "Envy seems the only explanation for his betrayal, my love. It appears he's been plotting this for a while."

Emilia's heart plummeted. Tears welled in her eyes as disbelief warred with a horrifying truth. "Subaru?" she whispered, the name catching in her throat. "Why?"

She had never imagined her Subaru capable of such deceit and cruel acts. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she struggled to come to terms with the shattered trust. "Why Subaru?"

'Why did I do it?' he questioned himself silently. 'Because I'm weak... pathetic.' His voice echoed in his mind, filled with self-loathing. 'I wanted to change it, somehow...I hate myself.'

Lost in the mire of self-loathing, Subaru didn't notice Julius raise a hand in a sharp movement, his voice cutting through the tension like a honed blade.

"Take that scum to the dungeons at once! He shall be prosecuted through the courts tomorrow." His command hung in the air, leaving no room for debate.

Reinhard and the guards, their faces emotionless, whisked Subaru away. The clatter of their boots echoed down the stark hallway, a beating counterpoint to the storm brewing in his mind.

Welp, this is it. My entire life has been a relentless persecution, treated like nothing more than trash. Any hope of a happy ending, the one thing I craved, vanished before my eyes. Heh! I can practically feel the executioner's blade hanging over my head.

But there's still hope. If, by some miracle, I can get my hands on my portal gun after they throw me in that cell, perhaps escape is still possible. Maybe I can rewrite my story and snatch victory from the jaws of defeat. It's a long shot, a desperate gamble, but it's all I have left. If that fails, well...Returning by death is the only other option.

"Wait!" A sharp cry pierced the suffocating silence. Crusch Karsten, her emerald hair catching the dim light, strode forward. "Hold, on your Majesty!" she commanded, her voice brooking no argument. "I've been observing Lord Natsuki Subaru closely since his arrival. His eyepatch—a novelty we haven't witnessed before—and the peculiar absence of Lady Beatrice, his ever-present companion, raise questions. Additionally, his expression..." Crusch paused, her gaze sweeping across the stunned faces, "lacks the usual spark. Your Majesty, could this be...An imposter?"

Crusch then strode towards the boy, still held by the Sword Saint and the Royal Knights. She fixed her gaze on Subaru, scanning him from head to toe. "Am I correct, impostor?"

"What?!" Subaru sputtered, disbelief coloring his voice. "Are you for real!? Tell me you're serious, Crusch! Because you make zero sense right now, and I'm Natsuki Subaru, damn it!"

Crusch's expression remained stoic. "Then, Lord Natsuki," she inquired, a hint of curiosity lacing her firm tone, "Where is Lady Beatrice-sama? Considering her constant presence by your side, her absence at this special moment is...Rather suspicious."

Subaru's heart raced as he searched for an explanation, his mind scrambling for any reason. "Well, you see," he began, his voice faltering as he struggled to find the words. "Beako-... she's... um... indulging in some new light novels back at my mansion! Yes, that's it!" His nervous chuckle died in his throat, a pale imitation of genuine laughter.

However, Crusch remained unfazed, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment as if in resignation.

When they opened again, they held a flicker of disappointment, quickly extinguished by a grim resolve. In a voice as cold as winter, she declared, "He lies! This man is no Subaru Natsuki. Execute him at once!"


Agony ripped through the raven-haired Japanese boy as his is scream cut short by another debilitating electric shock. His vision blurred, the room warping as his body convulsed in the chair.

Torture. Unrelenting, agonizing torture. That is all this was.

"Please," Subaru rasped, his voice raspy from screams. "I beg you..."

The Prime Minister, a once-powerful figure, now slumped in his chair, his entire body a canvas of burn marks. Each breath seemed an agonizing effort.

"Please... stop this..." His throat, raw from screaming, betrayed him, rendering the plea a rasping whisper. "We can't... we can't take anymore." He reached out, his hand shaking as he brushed a stray tear from Beatrice's cheek. "My Beako... she can't..."

Beatrice, sensing his desperation, squeezed his hand, her touch the only warmth in this sterile and unforgiving world.

"Subaru..." she whispered, her voice trembling like a leaf caught in a storm. "I-I can't... bear it anymore... If this continues..." Her voice trailed off, replaced by a choked sob.

With a final, desperate attempt at defiance, she whispered, "I love you, Subaru." The faint blue light emanating from her wounds, a remnant of her Great spirit, flickered weakly, mirroring the fading spark of life in her eyes.

Desperate, Subaru turned to Beatrice. Her eyes, usually sparkling with life, were now filled with a terrifying emptiness. "No, Beako! Don't say that! We will get out of here!" He grabbed her hand, his touch grounding her amidst the storm. "Remember, I promised to take you to that theme park in Ladrima?"

Beatrice offered a faint smile, a flicker of hope battling the encroaching darkness. "Betty... would... love that..."

"See?" Subaru pressed, his voice gaining a shaky strength. "Promises are important, remember? In this world, and any other! I intend to keep mine, understand?" He squeezed her hand, determination burning in his eyes. "We haven't visited Priscilla's grave yet either! So let's plan that as-ACK!"

Another jolt of electricity ripped through them, silencing the room. The Interrogator - a brown-haired boy wearing a suit with an eyepatch over his left eye, devoid of human warmth - remained engrossed in his tablet, the source of their torment.

Subaru gasped for breath, his vision blurring with pain. "Why?" he choked out, desperation lacing his voice. "Why are you doing this to us?"

The man finally looked up, his gaze empty, voice chilling. "As I said before," he spoke, devoid of any emotion, "it's for fun."

"But this isn't fun, man! This is torture!" Subaru's voice cracked with anguish, his body trembling uncontrollably.

The man tilted his head slightly as if considering Subaru's words. "Perhaps... but that's subjective, isn't it?" he remarked casually before returning his focus to the tablet.

Subaru's heart sank at the man's indifference. He felt utterly powerless, unable to protect himself or Beatrice from the relentless onslaught. He really is that weak, huh?

"Please... please just let us go..." Subaru's voice was barely a whisper, his spirit broken by the relentless torment and despair.

But the eyepatch man remained unmoved, his gaze fixed on the tablet as he delivered another round of excruciating shocks.

"Hey!" Suddenly, a voice pierced the air, causing Morty to roll his eyes. He then shifted his gaze towards the source of the sound. In the corner of the barn stood a group of five people: a small mage wearing a peculiar eyepatch, a blue-haired archpriest, a blonde knight, another blonde-haired knight who happened to be a woman, and finally, a chestnut-haired individual donning a green cape, who was currently venting his frustrations.

"You said this would only take a couple of minutes? It's been close to an hour! What the heck!" he exclaimed, his irritation palpable. "Honestly, I couldn't care less, but your activities here are hogging all the space, dude!"

"I've told you before, Kazuha, this is turning out to be much more difficult than anticipated," Morty retorted, his eyes rolling in frustration.

"It's Kazuma, Morty! And I couldn't care less about your excuses! We still need to find a place to rest, you know? Unlike some lucky loaded adventurers, we can't just waltz into an inn and call it a night!"

Morty sighed deeply. "Aw jeez! Seriously, if you keep up this bitching, you'll end up joining them," he warned, nodding toward the two figures writhing in pain on the electrified chairs. Kazuma paled instantly at the sight.

Gulping, Kazuma's demeanor softened. "Hehehehe, I apologize for my outburst," his tone now comically conciliatory.

As Morty rolled his eyes, he couldn't shake the feeling that he should have just brought the two to his mansion in the Shroud Dimension. There would have been zero distractions then, assuming the construction had been thoroughly completed, which, of course, wasn't the case! Oh well, this old, dusty barn in this mundane and boring world would have to suffice. However, he hadn't anticipated just how annoying Subaru's new companions could be...And speaking of annoying.

"Mr. Morty, please! Don't hurt Subaru so much!" Megumin spoke up, tears streaming down her face. Her expression clearly showed her anguish at seeing her crush—uh, I mean friend being tortured.

"Didn't I make myself clear thirty minutes ago?! This Brokey isn't the same Subaru you met a few days back but rather is an alternate version of him from another timeline entirely! If you have any doubts, ask your water goddess friend right there!" Morty jabbed his finger towards Aqua, his voice laced with frustration.

"But Mr—"

Aqua cut Megumin off before she could speak. "He's right, Megumin..." her voice firm. "This isn't the Subaru we spent time with these past few days." Her eyebrows furrowed, her face serious, a fact not lost on anyone.

"Huh? You're not joking, right, Aqua?" Megumin squeaked, her eyes widening comically.

Aqua only responded with a silent nod, her gaze locked on the scene before them with a heavy seriousness that settled over her features.

"Hmph, that's certainly strange..." Megumin muttered, scratching her head in bewilderment. "Well, if that's true and if it means really helping Suba-ru...As you said it would," she stammered, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks. She quickly dismissed it, shaking her head and focusing back on the situation. "Hey, Aqua! Is it true you're really a goddess?!"

"Hey! I've been telling you all that since day one, and you still don't believe me! Humph! Not my fault you lot don't respect and revere my divine power!" Aqua huffed, her voice filled with childish frustration.

"Well, duh! If you weren't so useless and always causing trouble, maybe people wouldn't think you're just making things up! And this whole mess? Entirely your fault for dragging us into it in the first place!" Kazuma sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Aqua, her cheeks burning with indignation, puffed out her chest. "Shut your mouth, you glorified Hikkineet! Do you think I enjoy getting dragged into these situations?! I had to improvise, you know!" she shot back, her voice laced with arrogance.

"Uh yeah!? Because you're stupid! And it's your fault-"

"Shhh! Keep. Quiet." Morty spoke once more, silencing the group before their banter continued. Then, without warning, he pressed his iPad once.

"Hgkk! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Subaru and Beatrice's voices echoed once more, both filled with pain. Their bodies writhed against the restraints as violent jolts of electricity surged through them.

Megumin, Aqua, Kazuma, and Climb watched in horror as the raven-haired Japanese boy and his spirit companion's skin began to blacken to a terrifying degree, except for

"MR. MORTY!" screamed the blonde knight, her cheeks flushing red. "I-I beg you! Please d-don't do that thing to me! I'm just a weak and helpless woman!" Her voice trembled, filled with fear, not arousal and excitement.

Morty rolled his eyes again. "Aw, jeez, no!" He made a mental note to avoid the female knight and inform Subaru to do the same. Actually, he would strongly suggest avoiding them altogether. Meh, maybe for the exception of Kazuma and Climb, though. They could be good meatshields and puppets.

Ah yes! Disposable meatshield puppets! And such meatshield puppets are to be squeezed like a lemon until there's no more juice left.

"Hey dude, why am I feeling like you're thinking something evil?" chimed in Kazuma, his face unimpressed.

"Eh, don't worry about it," Morty mumbled dismissively, his eyes glued to the iPad screen. Suddenly, a triumphant cry escaped his lips, "FINALLY!" he screamed in delight.

"Why? What happened, Mr. Morty?" Megumin asked, her gaze shifting between Morty and the raven-haired Japanese boy and his contracted spirit, now fully seizing from the endless electrocution.

"You'll see," Morty replied with an evil grin.

A sudden jolt of surprise shot through the barn as a black-violet ball of energy erupted from the raven-haired boy's abdomen. It ascended gracefully, like a dark, ethereal bubble, before stopping mid-air. Then, another. And another. In quick succession, eight orbs of swirling, violet energy pulsed above the boy, seemingly drawn back to him by an unseen force.

Morty, however, wasn't about to let them return. With a practiced flick of his wrist, he produced an obsidian crystal ball, its surface as black and smooth as a starless night. It pulsed faintly, and with an almost audible hum, the eight violet orbs were instantly pulled towards it, vanishing into its depths like moths to a flame.

"Woah, what's that thing, dude?" Kazuma chimed in, his curiosity piqued.

"I haven't a clue, Sir Kazuma. It's the first time I've ever encountered anything like this as well." Climb replied, his voice laced with cautious wonder as he eyed the scene.

Morty waved them off dismissively. "Nothing major, just a new toy to play with. Speaking of playing..." his voice trailed off as the holographic display on his eyepatch began blinking a menacing orange.

[Subaru Experiment in Danger]

It repeated with alarming urgency.

[Subaru Experiment in Danger.]

[Subaru Experiment in Danger.]

Morty sighed, shaking his head in exasperation. "Looks like I gotta bail his sorry ass out again, huh?" He shifted his gaze, meeting Kazuma and Climb's eyes. "Hey! You two up for a twenty-minute adventure?"

"What do you mean, Sir Morty?" Climbed

A mischievous grin spread across Morty's face. "Just some nice Interdimensional adventure is all...What do you say?"

Kazuma, ever the pragmatist, couldn't resist chiming in. "A question?"

Morty, ever the nonchalant cynic, replied, "Ask away."

"What exactly are we supposed to do on this 'Interdimensional adventure' you mentioned?" Kazuma inquired, emphasizing the word with air quotes.

Morty smirked. "We're going to save Megumin's boy... well, let's just say a certain someone who might hold a special place in her heart."

Megumin's face flushed a vibrant crimson. "H-hey! Subaru is not my boyfriend!" she stammered, her voice laced with nervousness. "W-we're just friends!"

Morty, amusement dancing in his eyes, pressed on. "So? Do you hate the idea?"

Before Megumin could respond, Kazuma cut in, his voice laced with a hint of dread. "Screw that! More importantly, is this whole thing even remotely safe?" He gulped, bracing himself for the answer.

Morty, with a mischievous glint in his eye, replied, "Absolutely." Kazuma's face broke into a relieved grin. "Not," Morty added with a deadpan tone, instantly wiping the smile off Kazuma's face.

"NO WAY!" Kazuma exclaimed, his head shaking rapidly in protest.

Morty chuckled. "Relax! That world might be powerful, but it shouldn't be much of a challenge...For me, at least."

"As if that reassures us!" Kazuma replied. "And by the looks of it, I bet we would be outgunned and outnumbered."

"Outgunned? Nope. Outnumbered? Definitely! But hey, that's why I have the right backup for this, so don't sweat it," Morty replied.

"Backup?! Ha! I hope you're not contemplating bringing Aqua, Megumin, or Darkness along. These three are as useless as they come!" Kazuma pointed at their three companions.

"HEY! Who are you calling useless, you hikkineet!" Aqua yelled.

"KAZUMAAA! You take that back!" Megumin shrieked.

"Nope! No way! And You know I'm right!" Kazuma fired back.

"Kazuma... no need to be very brutal, you know," Darkness chimed in this time, a blush once more creeping back onto her face.

"Aw, jeez!" Morty grumbled, rolling his eyes. "Don't worry, I had a plan for this."

He tapped his iPad again, a jolt of electricity crackling through the air as it surged into the Prime Minister and his spirit contract, Beatrice, knocking them both unconscious.

"Alright, with that done," Morty muttered, snapping the iPad shut decisively. He gestured towards Kazuma and Climb.

"Come on, follow me."


"Damn..." Kazuma remarked, eyes wide with awe as he gazed upon the medium-sized mansion nestled on the outskirts of Axel City. "You own a mansion here? When were you Isekai'd here, by the way? You must have been here a long time, considering your gear and stuff."

"Eh, just arrived here Yesterday" Morty replied nonchalantly, gesturing towards the elegant house. "And This isn't exactly mine, but more of a temporary... accommodation. And no, I wasn't transported here like you Japanese otakus, nor am I trapped. I come and go here as I please," he added, opening the door and entering the mansion. Kazuma, Climb, Darkness, Aqua, and Megumin followed closely behind.

"Damn..." Kazuma muttered, still shocked. "I was going to ask how you do that, but given your tech and stuff, I'd say you probably have some cool-ass device to travel between worlds, right?" He paused as he smiled, and then his eyes grew big. "HEY! Who are you calling an otaku?!"

"Uh-huh," Morty replied as they entered the living room. "Something like that."

The mansion is fairly luxurious, made of marbled bricks and polished tiles. It's also spacious and well-appointed. Its design is reminiscent of the Middle European Renaissance era, a style often favored by lords or aristocrats. Luxurious furniture and designs also fill its halls, adding to the elegance.

"Yippie! A nice couch! Finally!" Aqua squealed, appearing out of nowhere and lunging for a comfy sofa. She flopped down with a sigh. "It's been days since I've laid down on something comfortable," she added.

"Mr. Morty," Megumin whined, clutching her stomach with a dramatic groan. "I'm famished! Can Darkness and I raid your kitchen?" The crimson demon Loli pleaded, her voice adopting the cutest tone possible.

"Sure, go ahead. Help yourselves," Morty replied casually.

"Thanks a bunch, Mr. Morty! Come on, Darkness! Let's pillage his kitchen! Maybe there's some delicious food and, even better, some sweet wine!" Megumin declared, already skipping towards the kitchen with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Megumin, no! You're far too young and small for alcohol!" Darkness groaned, chasing after the tiny mage with a sigh.

Aqua perked up at the mention of alcohol. "Hey! Did you losers say alcohol? Wait for me!" she shouted, jolting upright and dashing after them.

With the house suddenly quiet except for the retreating sounds of the girls, Morty sighed in relief. Now, with their faces about to be stuffed and the mansion's amenities to explore, they wouldn't be interrupting him for a while. He then turned to Kazuma and Climb, ready to finally get down to business...

"Psst!"

"Where do you think you're going?" Morty blurted out as Kazuma started to follow the girls. "We don't have much time," he said urgently, already walking away and motioning for him and climb to follow.

Kazuma's stomach grumbled in protest. "Can't I grab a bite first, man? Seriously! I haven't eaten since yesterday."

"No," Morty replied firmly. "No time. Follow me. The basement's this way."


Morty pressed his hand over his watch. In response, the basement door groaned open on rusty hinges. A stale breeze wafted up, carrying faint scents of various chemicals and past experiments.

"Come," Morty said, already disappearing into the basement. "We have very little time. If my calculations are correct, the bum is about to be executed. We can't have him looping. Not yet, as it would attract her," he added cryptically.

Kazuma and Climb exchanged uneasy glances. This wasn't the basement they had pictured. Bare concrete walls enclosed the cluttered space. Workbenches overflowed with tools and wires, remnants of abandoned ideas. In the corner, a dusty table held a rack of bubbling concoctions, their eerie green contents glowing under the single flickering bulb overhead.

Disappointment gnawed at the Hikki-neet Kazuma, "Is this it?" he muttered, scratching his head. "Just some lame science fair shit and glowing vials? Damn, I thought you were some sci-fi kid or something!"

Morty, however, couldn't contain a grin. He strode across the room, each step echoing in the silence. Reaching the workbench, he slammed his palm down on a hidden button. The bench whirred to life with a dramatic motion, flipping upwards to reveal a multitude of futuristic weaponry – and a collection of blue boxes.

"Whoa! What the actual fuck!?" Kazuma's eyes widened like pancakes as he walked toward the bench.

Touching and examining weaponry, his intrigue only grew.

Laser Pistols? Nah, too weak. While the plasma rifle seems cool, I'm not really the assaulting kind of guy. The Plasma cannon is tempting, but its limited ammo seems underwhelming...Also, I don't like the submachine gun - too cliché, and the range is lacking...Huh, what's this?

Kazuma then grabbed a long rifle. It had a sleek, futuristic design, with a slender, elongated body resembling a sniper rifle. Smooth curves contrasted with angular edges, creating a flashy visual.

An Energy Emitter sat at the front end, and a futuristic scope completed the picture. "Hmm, what's this?" Kazuma peered through the scope. "Fuck, this thing has a targeting program to assist with aiming? Cool!" he exclaimed.

"Ah, the Type-50 Sniper Rifle System! Best for blasting hostiles from a distance. I might also add that it suits your tastes, amirite?" Morty commented.

"Yeah, you're right, Mort. You're right." Kazuma chimed in.

"Of course. And Climb, with your fighting style, I might recommend the Type-1 Energy Weapon. Plus, some power armor would complement your melee-based attacks nice and smooth." Morty continued.

Climb nodded. "If you think that's best, Sir Morty," he replied.

"Yeah, yeah, and about our backups..." Morty then walked towards a wall and pushed another button.

Another trapdoor was activated, mirroring the mechanism of the weapons bench. Three large cylindrical glass tanks filled with water ascended from the floor. Inside each tank, a woman lay suspended.

"Huh? Who are they?" Kazuma commented as he observed the tanks.

"Reinforcements," Morty replied, tapping his eyepatch as he activated all three tanks simultaneously. "Initiate Reverse Phoenix Protocol." Suddenly, the eyes of the three women opened, one flashing bright crimson red, the rest gleaming like golden stars in the night sky. Their gaze focused on the American man with the eyepatch. "Arise! For your new master beckons."


"If you truly are Natsuki Subaru, then what happened to your conduct? The way you speak, the way you act, the regality suited only for the Prime Minister of this kingdom. The passion in your eyes, the maturity. Only a fool would not distinguish it from the Subaru we know, the Subaru we've grown to adore," Crusch said to the eyepatch-wearing, raven-haired Japanese boy.

"Imposter? Don't be ridiculous! bitch!" Subaru snapped, anger evident in his eyes. He couldn't comprehend why he was being accused as an imposter for no reason.

Of course I am, but there's no way she could know, right?

"Think what you will! But I'm no imposter!" he retorted defiantly.

Crusch remained unfazed. "See? Not only is the wind of untruth blowing strong from you, but the informality of your address and the brusqueness of your manner betray a stark difference from the esteemed Prime Minister I have come to know...Surely, you cannot be the Subaru Natsuki I hold in such high regard?"

"Crusch..." Queen Emilia interjected, her voice cracking with emotion. "Do you reaaaaally think this is the right course of action? What if we are wrong? What if he is speaking the truth? Don't you think executing Subaru would be a little bit harsh and reckless?"

"I beg to differ Your Majesty! This man is no Natsuki Subaru." Crusch replied with a heavy heart. "You've seen it yourself. This man transformed into a mabeast of monstrous proportions, something the kingdom had not encountered before. We've also known the Prime Minister for a long time, and he is incapable of such feats. Keeping this man alive would not only pose a danger to the kingdom but also to the well-being of Your Majesty, the unborn Crown Princess, and His Majesty the King," Crusch said, closing her eyes again. "Therefore, I strongly recommend a decisive course of action."

"But Crusch-"

"I agree with Crusch's advice, my love," King Julius spoke this time. "We've witnessed his abilities! He is not the Subaru we have come to adore! I propose we execute him at once," the King added.

"But Juli-"

"My love, Subaru... the Subaru you know and adore is out there, probably held hostage by this... imposter!" Julius snapped, his gaze fixed on the eyepatch-wearing Subaru still restrained by the two royal knights. "I swear, by the honor of the Juukulius House! After this night's over we shall initiate a kingdom-wide search for him. But for now, let us deal with this threat."

Emilia digested the scene unfolding before her. Julius, her beloved husband, and King, stood beside Crusch, the Duchess and her friend, demanding the immediate execution of Subaru — not just her Prime Minister, but also one of her closest friends. Subaru, her steadfast former personal knight who had always been by her side, supported her ascent to the throne. He was more than just a friend; he was the one who had first professed his love to her. Each one held a special place in her heart, their words carrying profound significance.

However, this was a situation unlike any she'd faced before. The man claiming to be Subaru lacked the familiar cheerfulness and gentleness that defined him. He wouldn't hurt innocent people. Yet, the evidence was stark: the ballroom floor covered with the blood and gore of countless slain knights and mages, and Garfield, the esteemed General of the kingdom and her prime minister's best friend, lay injured. Subaru wouldn't do that.

Then, a wave of protectiveness washed over her. Her hand instinctively went to her growing womb, cradling the life within – Chocorina, her precious child. She would do anything to protect her daughter. And keeping this imposter, who bore no resemblance to the Subaru she knew, seemed a grave threat.

Tears welled up in her eyes. With trembling hands, she covered her face. "D-do w-what you need to do," she choked out, her voice thick with emotion. "I'm very sooooorry, Subaru!" she sobbed, the weight of the situation crushing her. She didn't want to participate, but the choice felt out of her control.

Hearing this, Crusch nodded, then faced the eyepatch-wearing Subaru once more. "So, impostor," she said, then drew her blade, the Lion Rampant, a sword which bears the lion-shaped crest of the Karsten family on its cross-guard, and raised it ready to strike the raven-haired Japanese boy on the head to deliver a quick and painless death. She would end this today! "Any last words?"

Subaru's eyes grew wide.

Well, this is it! I'm going to die...Again. Beheaded, probably...Damn, even after getting the portal gun and other cool tech stuff from Morty, I'm still the same pathetic and weak person. Shit, when will I ever get a break? Oh well, I only hope my 'Return by Death' still exists, and if it does... I hope the save point is reasonable...Damn, screw this fucking entire world!

"No, make it quick," Subaru responded, to which Crusch offered a simple nod, her expression as cold as steel.

Closing his eyes, he prepared for the inevitable.

One

Two

Three

Four

Five?

"Hey! What are you waiting for? Can't you see I'm ready to die?" Subaru spoke, expecting the sharp sting of steel at any moment. Yet, no blow fell.

Growing impatient, he cracked open his eyes. "I said—Huh?!" What greeted him was beyond belief.

Crusch stood there, her mouth slightly agape, "Crusch?" Subaru, baffled ventured his eyes. Suddenly, a large amount of blood began to spill from her mouth, a crimson cascade of blood and bile. Confusion reigned as Subaru examined her, only to find a gaping hole in her abdomen. "What is—"

Then came the sound. BANG BANG BANG. Three muffled blasts pierced the air, shocking Subaru and the onlookers alike. Crusch's body now bore three more holes, but what truly stunned Subaru was the nature of the wounds—they appeared cauterized, seared shut as if by some Superheated force.

"Sh—" Before Subaru could finish, there it was again, BANG! This time, her forehead took the hit, exploding like a ripe watermelon. Then, with a sickening thud, her lifeless body slumped to the floor, dead in an instant.

Silence gripped the room as everyone struggled to comprehend the weird scene before them. Instead of executing an imposter, the lifeless and headless body of one of the kingdom's revered nobles now lay on the ground. Before anyone could react with words or screams and shrieks of panic, a booming voice shattered the tension.

"Gotcha, bitch!" The words reverberated through the air, drawing the attention of Subaru and all those present in the ballroom. At the far end of the hall, on the second floor, stood a chestnut-haired young man clad in a green shirt and cape, paired with jet-black pants. His eyes covered behind futuristic goggles, and a mischievous grin played on his lips as he held a metallic, otherworldly sniper rifle in both hands. "Hey, Subs! I just saved your ass! You owe me a beer later, ight?!" he exclaimed, his smile widening.

"...Kazuma? What the fuck?! what are you doing here?" Subaru questioned.

"We're here to save you! duh?!"

"We?"

Without warning, a single golden portal materialized before him. Three women leaped out of it, with two immediately charging toward his position.

Subaru braced for the inevitable, closing his eyes in anticipation of death. But suddenly, he felt the grip of the two royal knights holding his hands loosen. He opened his eyes to a shocking sight.

"What the hell!" he exclaimed. Two of the royal knights beside him now lay beheaded, their demise brought by a honey-blonde-haired girl with radiant golden eyes and a jet-black-haired girl with crimson irises. Both were stunningly beautiful and clad in battle suits, wielding energy swords with deadly precision.

As Subaru processed this onslaught, another woman emerged from the golden portal. This time, a small blonde girl clad in military fatigues burst forth. She took a position of overwatch, pointing her rifle toward the mass of people with a cold expression.

"Hey, Suba-man! Like what you see?" Two familiar faces emerged from the golden portal: Morty and Climb.

"Morty? Climb? What the..." The raven-haired Japanese boy's surprise was palpable.

Ignoring Subaru's outburst, Morty issued a command to his eyepatch. "AI, transfer command of all Project Revenants to Natsuki Subaru."

"Copy that. The subjects—Rose Oriana, Claire Kagenou, and Tanya von Degurechaff—are now under the complete control of Natsuki Subaru," it replied with a robotic tone.

"Ehhhh? What the hell are y—" Subaru began, but his words cut off as a notification blared on the HUD of his eyepatch.

"Command Transfer complete, Project (Codename) Aurora, War Loli, and 666 under user's complete control."

"Ah ah ah, what do you think you're doing?" Morty spoke, intercepting Reinhard with a blast of laser energy that slammed him back. "And while you think about that, you might wanna draw your sword. You'll need it," he added, a cold edge to his voice.

"Forgive me, but I'm afraid it's unnecessary at this—"

"Are you sure?" Morty cut off the Sword Saint with a smirk. "Try it."

Reinhard stared at Morty with a furrowed brow. Impossible, right? This man reeked of weakness. But he'd humor him. "Very well," he replied, reaching for his legendary Dragonsword. As his fingers brushed the hilt, the blade erupted in a violent tremor. "Impossible!" he roared, his red eyes widening in disbelief. This reaction could only mean one thing.

"Oh, I'm more than worthy of your toy," Morty replied. "So try me."

As Reinhard stood stunned, a hulking black werewolf and a blue-haired swordsman with a katana rushed to his side.

"Ya got some nerve infiltrating this castle, kid!" the werewolf boomed, his voice gravelly. "Especially with so many powerful folks around, wouldn't you say, Cecil?"

Cecil, the blue-haired swordsman, grinned. "Indeed, Sir Halibel. But a bit of chaos here and there breaks the monotony, wouldn't you agree?"

"Excellent! More playmates for the party," Morty declared. "Climb, protect Kazuma while he snipes from the balcony. I'll handle these three. Subaru, you can take care of the NTR king and his wife with your mind-controlled waifus."

"Copy that, Sir Morty," Climb replied, swiftly moving to guard Kazuma. Subaru found himself flanked by Rose and Claire, their eyes glazed over under his control.

As waves of knights and mages flooded the hall, panicked screams erupting from fleeing civilians, Subaru couldn't help but voice his concern.

"We're outnumbered mort! What's the plan?" he asked, his voice barely audible over the chaos.

Morty's reply sent a shiver down Subaru's spine. "Simple," he said with a smile. "We purge them."

Damn, this is weird. Can I really take on Julius alone?

Subaru glanced at Julius, his sword in his hand, flanked by a dozen royal knights with his wife, Queen Emilia Juukulius, at his back.

Damn, I don't want to fight Emilia. Please, Lord, give me the strength!

Before he could delve further into his thoughts, Reinhard's voice interrupted him.

"Reinhard van Astrea!" boomed the legendary Sword Saint, his voice echoing in the hall as he drew the majestic Dragonsword.

"Cecilus Segmunt!" The blue-haired swordsman mirrored Reinhard, twin blades flashing as he unsheathed the Fiend Sword and the Dream Sword.

"Halibel the admirer, at your service!" The Wolf Human grinned, revealing razor-sharp fangs as he brandished twin kunai, their glint menacing.

Morty, unimpressed, tilted his head. "Hmm? Roleplay, is it?" A bored drawl escaped his lips. "Morty Smith," he replied with a flicker of amusement.

Then, with a roar that shook the very foundation of the castle, the trio charged. Faster than the blink of an eye, they were upon Morty, a Symphony of steel and magic.

And so, amidst the grandeur of the Royal Castle in the royal capital of the dragon kingdom of Lugunica, a great battle commenced.


PS: For Reference Subaru transformed into the bunny from Blood C.