With the Honkai World fully under his control—
Izumi wasted no time.
He initiated the complete fusion.
The world trembled once more.
Then—
Everything settled.
Honkai.
Disasters.
Conflict.
All of it…
Became part of Izumi's domain.
Naturally—
All the "important figures" were also taken in.
Durandal. Rita. Theresa.
One after another, they were casually "relocated"—
To the giant world tree where Izumi resided.
As for Otto Apocalypse?
Izumi simply erased him along the way.
No hesitation.
No mercy.
With that done—
The fusion was complete.
And Izumi's power…
Exploded upward.
Floating within the void, Izumi clenched his hand slightly.
A smile spread across his face.
"Not bad…"
"At this level, even if I head to Little Garden…"
"I could probably go head-on with the gods of those pantheons."
His lips curled upward.
Right now—
He was absurdly powerful.
Exhaling softly, Izumi returned to his world.
Meanwhile—
Those from the Honkai World had already begun to adapt.
Or rather—
They were being forced to adapt.
Inside their minds—
The rules of this world had been engraved.
A world where everything was decided through games.
No war.
No violence.
Only fair competition.
For many—
It was shocking.
For some—
It was paradise.
Take Bronya Zaychik, for example.
The moment Seele Vollerei was suddenly brought here—
She was already overjoyed.
But after understanding the rules?
Her happiness doubled.
No—
Tripled.
If Seele hadn't still been unconscious—
Bronya would have already dragged her into a game match.
Soon enough—
The Honkai group gathered around Izumi.
The first to step forward was Theresa Apocalypse.
"You're the one who fused our world into this one?"
Izumi shrugged.
"Didn't Cecilia already tell you?"
"Why ask something you already know?"
Theresa: "…"
She was speechless.
"…So should I thank you?"
"For suddenly giving us nothing to do?"
She crossed her arms, clearly conflicted.
On one hand—
The world was now peaceful.
On the other—
She had no purpose anymore.
It wasn't just her.
Murata Himeko and many others felt the same.
Years of fighting Honkai—
Gone in an instant.
Izumi chuckled.
"Isn't this what you wanted?"
"A peaceful life?"
"Just enjoy it."
"Play games. Compete. Have fun."
"You'll get used to it."
And he was right.
At first—
Everyone felt constrained.
Like invisible chains were binding them.
But once they experienced victory…
Gained abilities through games…
They would understand.
This world was addictive.
Soon—
Exploration began.
People wandered freely.
After all—
There was no danger here.
Well…
Except one.
"Hey, want to play a game?"
If you accepted—
And lost?
You might end up losing everything.
Apparently, some unlucky individuals from another world had already experienced that.
One Heroic Spirit had gambled away everything—
And even got stabbed by his own teacher afterward.
As for a certain golden king?
He had lost so many Noble Phantasms that people openly mocked him.
In short—
Safe world.
Dangerous games.
Meanwhile—
Izumi had his own priorities.
He turned toward a certain elegant maid.
"Miss Rita."
"Interested in becoming my personal maid?"
The target:
Rita Rossweisse
"I offer a high salary."
"Full benefits."
"Power upgrades."
"And…"
Izumi leaned slightly closer.
"I can even make sure referees favor you in games."
Silence.
Everyone froze.
Did he just say that out loud?!
Rita blinked, slightly stunned.
"My lord… you must be joking?"
She maintained her perfect elegance.
But internally—
She was confused.
Why her?
Izumi shook his head.
"I'm serious."
"My home is huge."
"I need someone to manage it."
"What do you say?"
Rita glanced at Durandal beside her.
Then—
She smiled politely.
"I'm sorry."
"But I am still Lady Durandal's adjutant."
"I cannot accept."
Izumi sighed.
What a pity…
Then—
He turned toward Durandal.
"Then how about you?"
"Come work for me."
"I'll let you manage the referee system."
Durandal paused.
Information about this world's "referees" flashed through her mind.
Especially one issue—
Bias.
The Flügel.
Notorious.
If they disliked someone—
They'd tilt the outcome.
Blatantly.
Izumi scratched his cheek.
"Honestly, that's been a problem."
"They keep making biased calls."
"I need someone to fix that."
Durandal nodded without hesitation.
"…Understood."
"I accept."
Her eyes were resolute.
"I will ensure fairness."
No bias.
No corruption.
No "black whistles."
And just like that—
The world gained its first truly just arbiter.