The dimensional chat group, as always, instantly grew lively.
[System: Ding! Welcome Fubuki to the Dimensional Chat Group!]
[Kobayashi: Wow! A newcomer! Welcome, welcome—confetti!]
[Haibara Ai: @Random_Passerby_Who_Wants_To_Hug_LuoFeng's_Thighs, police dog on duty. Come identify the suspect.]
[Random Passerby: Huh? Another new member? Please don't tell me it's another big shot… Fubuki? That name's way too simple. One Punch Man? Samurai Deeper Kyo? KanColle? Don't tell me it's that Ximen Chuixue?]
[Random Passerby: And what's with "police dog"?! You venomous, black-bellied girl!]
[Kobayashi: Sugoi… Route-san really knows a lot of people with the same name, huh?]
The newcomer's response came quickly—and with unmistakable hostility.
[Fubuki: Who are you people? And how dare you attempt to influence me with some kind of psychic ability without my consent?]
There it was. Sharp. Defensive. Authoritative.
[Random Passerby: Ah… yeah, I think I know who this is now.]
[Random Passerby: One Punch Man world. Hellish Blizzard—Fubuki. Rank 1 of B-Class heroes. Actual combat strength around A-Class level. Technically a big shot… sort of.]
[Kobayashi: Rank 1? That sounds amazing! Welcome, Fubuki-san! I'm Kobayashi, just an ordinary office worker.]
[Fubuki: …B-Class Rank 1 isn't something you say so lightly.]
[Fubuki: And I don't know what kind of space this is, but if this is a trap set by the Hero Association or some esper group, I won't cooperate.]
From her words alone, one could already picture her—arms crossed, chin slightly raised, eyes full of suspicion.
[Haibara Ai: Relax. If this were a trap, you wouldn't still be alive.]
[Haibara Ai: Statistically speaking.]
[Fubuki: …That's not reassuring at all.]
At that point, Borsalino finally decided to chime in.
[Borsalino: Ara~ welcome, welcome. No need to be so tense, Miss Fubuki.]
[Borsalino: Think of this place as a… cross-dimensional tea room. We chat, we trade information, sometimes we save worlds.]
[Random Passerby: Sometimes we also die horribly, but let's not scare the newcomer.]
[Fubuki: …Cross-dimensional?]
There was a brief pause before her next message appeared.
[Fubuki: So you're saying… this isn't just some illusion or psychic construct?]
[Borsalino: Ufufu, if it were, it'd be a very high-budget one.]
[Borsalino: Take your time getting used to it. No one here forces anything on anyone.]
[Kobayashi: Yep! We're all from different worlds. It's actually pretty fun once you get used to it.]
Silence lingered for a few seconds.
Then—
[Fubuki: …If what you're saying is true.]
[Fubuki: Then this place might be more interesting than I thought.]
Somewhere on Amazon Lily, Borsalino leaned back in his chair, sipping a cold drink under the sun.
Another powerful—but troublesome—member added to the group.
How lively, he thought lazily.
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