If you think Arthur's days were nothing more than a straightforward summary of wild sex with White, 2B, and A2, then you're completely mistaken.
Of course, that did happen — with the intensity of a hormonal hurricane involving three women who definitely didn't understand the word "moderation."
But that was only a detail… a loud, chaotic, physically dangerous detail… yet still a detail.
Most of Arthur's time was consumed by something far more serious: technological-magical existential despair.
Arthur needed to find a way — any way — to recharge that damned dimensional bracelet. Without enough magical energy, he was still trapped in that world indefinitely.
And while the distractions that world offered were pleasant (and dangerously addictive), he still wanted to return home at some point — preferably without becoming a lifeform powered exclusively by the moans of those three.
So, between trying not to pass out after very intense "interactions" and desperately attempting to avoid mental collapse, Arthur spent hours buried in calculations, theories, diagrams, hand-scribbled equations, and ideas so absurd that even he doubted his sanity.
Nothing worked. Nothing came close to producing the amount of mana he needed.
And the more he tried, the more the frustration grew.
But there was one constant in his routine: his daily login.
He never skipped it. Never.
Even though the system only gave him garbage — random mechanical parts, useless gears, YoRHa maintenance tools, burned processors, power cables with no practical purpose, an unreadable technical manual for a model that didn't even exist anymore…
And the best part: parts he had already seen inside the Bunker's maintenance drawers.
It was as if the system was mocking him.
Every login ended with Arthur sighing, grabbing the new item, tossing it onto the ever-growing pile of useless junk, and moving on with his day — more irritated, more exhausted, and more convinced the system simply wanted him to suffer.
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Arthur sat at the center of the lab, legs crossed, back straight, trying to breathe deeply as if he were about to achieve spiritual enlightenment.
Truth be told? He was just trying not to have a mental breakdown.
On the other side of the lab, White, 2B, and A2 whispered about something. "Whispered" only in the relative sense — for them, it was discreet; for Arthur, it clearly sounded like:
"Do you think he would faint if we…"
"A2, please, don't give her ideas."
"White, you obviously want to try it."
"I don't want anything!"
"Sure. Uh-huh. Sit down."
Obviously, they were talking about him. They always were.
The subject varied between "What will we do with him when he's fully recovered?" and "Does he look prettier asleep or panicking?"
But Arthur ignored it. He had bigger problems — problems involving magical physics, impossible math, and a very real chance of never returning home.
He sighed in defeat and lifted his wrist.
The bracelet — once meant to shine brightly — remained dark.
A depressing sight.
"I guess it won't be today either…" he muttered, rubbing his forehead.
With no other choice, he opened the translucent interface again.
There it was:
[DAILY LOGIN AVAILABLE]
It was sad to admit, but at that point he logged in out of habit… and a stubborn spark of hope.
Even though he honestly expected something pathetic like:
"Congratulations! You received: Rusty Screw (x1)."
With zero expectations, Arthur pressed the button.
The screen lit up.
Then brightened.
Then kept brightening.
He frowned.
The system looked… excited?
Terrifying. And promising.
Finally, with a soft flash, the reward appeared.
[Login Successful]
[Congratulations! You obtained: MAGIC ENHANCEMENT FRUIT]
[Consuming this fruit triples the user's total magical energy capacity.]
Arthur blinked.
Then blinked again.
Then read it three more times to make sure he wasn't hallucinating from physical exhaustion, sleep deprivation, or recent trauma involving superpowered android women.
A fruit.
A fruit capable of expanding his magical capacity.
"What a shitty plot device…" he muttered, staring at you.
He picked up the fruit, frowning.
White noticed his expression and raised an eyebrow.
"He looks like he just discovered something important," she murmured.
"Or like he finally gave up on life," A2 suggested.
"No. That's his excited face… which is worrying," 2B added.
Arthur didn't hear them. He stared at the mythical fruit as if holding a solid piece of the future.
It was small, glowing faintly, and its skin shimmered between gold and blue.
"This looks like a damn Devil Fruit from One Piece…" he muttered.
"Well… let's see what you can do."
Across the lab, all three immediately stopped talking when they realized he was about to do something.
White tilted her head.
2B watched attentively.
A2 narrowed her eyes with a clear "If this explodes, I'm laughing" expression.
Arthur took a bite.
The effect was instant.
His magical reservoir erupted like a brilliant storm.
FOOM!
A crimson blast swept through the laboratory, blowing papers, tools, and the girls' hair backward.
2B instinctively grabbed her skirt.
White gasped.
A2's eyes widened — though she pretended they didn't.
Arthur inhaled deeply as he felt his magical core expand and fill.
Slowly, he looked at his wrist.
The once-dead dimensional bracelet glowed.
A point.
A line.
A ring.
The circle lit completely with a vivid, intense blue.
White stepped forward.
"Does that mean…?"
"Exactly…" Arthur answered, smirking. "I can activate it now."
2B's eyes widened.
"So you… can go home."
A2 turned her head sharply, arms crossed.
"Hmph… so that's it? Fix everything and leave?"
White stayed silent for a moment — an emotion caught between pride, sadness, and relief.
Arthur inhaled and activated it.
[BRACELET 100% RECHARGED]
[RETURN MODULE AVAILABLE]
Everything worked.
White covered her mouth.
2B stepped back in shock.
A2 opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again — completely speechless.
Arthur raised his arm, admiring the glow like a crown.
"I did it. Finally."
Silence followed.
Then 2B whispered:
"That means… you really can leave…"
Arthur looked at all three and softened his smile.
"It means I can leave.
It doesn't mean I'm leaving now."
Shock. Across the board.
"I still have time. And things to finish here."
"And honestly…"
he looked at the three of them with a confident, mischievous glint,
"Do you seriously think I'd leave without saying a proper goodbye?"
2B blushed.
A2 coughed, pretending not to understand.
White simply smiled — a calm smile saying I expected this.
Arthur stood, radiating confidence.
"Now that this damn bracelet works, I'm free to go whenever I want."
"But for now… I want to enjoy this time with you."
White stepped closer, taking his hand.
"Then… we'll stay with you until the end."
Arthur squeezed her hand.
"Until I decide to leave," he corrected, winking.
A2 scoffed.
"Arrogant idiot…"
2B's eyes sparkled.
White moved even closer.
Everything had worked out.
And because of that, something even better was about to begin.
---xXx---
A long time passed after that.
Months, maybe — long enough for the ruins to stop looking like scars of a bleak past and start resembling fertile ground for a future.
The world had become quiet. Not a dead quiet — a living quiet.
A quiet made of beginnings.
And now… the day had come.
The day to leave.
I knew it would come.
They knew.
Everyone knew.
Still, none of us were prepared.
I gathered all androids in a wide open space.
It was strange to see so many faces staring at me — different models, old series, support units, combat units, exploration types… all standing side by side, waiting.
I breathed in deeply.
And began.
"Androids," I said, letting my voice carry. "For the first time since you were created, the world is at peace. Not because of orders. Not because of a superior command. But because you won. You survived."
A soft murmur spread among them.
"From today onward," I continued, "you no longer need to fight. You no longer need to obey. You no longer need to carry the weight of war. You no longer need to die. You are free. Free to exist… to live… and to build something new."
"And before I leave… there are a few things I need to say."
I turned toward two figures half-hidden in the crowd: Devola and Popola.
They stiffened immediately.
"Devola. Popola," I called.
They walked forward hesitantly, as if expecting some kind of retroactive punishment.
I smiled.
"You're forgiven. Completely. And the guilt program implanted in you has been removed."
Popola let out a shaky breath.
Devola widened her eyes, then frowned, unsure how to feel.
"You don't need to carry any of that anymore. You don't owe anything to anyone. And this world owes you nothing, either. Now… you only need to live."
The reaction was immediate — applause, cheers, emotional trembling.
For a moment, I thought Devola might punch me as a form of gratitude. I accepted the idea only theoretically.
But I wasn't done.
"And one more thing. Thanks to the Healer units…" I gestured toward them as they waved proudly,
"all of you now have the option to obtain human bodies."
A collective gasp spread.
"You can feel."
"You can grow."
"You can create life."
"And you can continue humanity's legacy on this planet… not as replacements, but as successors."
Silence fell — then dissolved into pure joy.
I smiled, knowing this would be one of the last sights I'd take with me from this world.
(End of chapter)