The divine realm stretched endlessly, a gentle park bathed in soft, eternal twilight. Cherry blossoms drifted lazily through the air, never quite touching the emerald grass. Benches carved from starlight lined winding paths, and in the distance, faint laughter echoed like distant chimes.
Yuuki—Ahmad—still sat on the ground, knees pulled to his chest, trying to process everything. His head spun. The language switch had happened instinctively, like flipping a setting in his mind. Japanese words now flowed naturally from Yani and Sena, and he understood them perfectly. No more confusion. No more barrier.
「信じられない…本当にここにいるんだ…」(I can't believe it… I'm really here…) he whispered, testing the words. His voice came out smoother in Japanese than he expected.
Sena knelt beside him, wings folded neatly, her hand warm on his shoulder. 「落ち着いて,Yuuki.ゆっくりでいいから.」 (Calm down, Yuuki. Take it slow.)
Yani bounced on her toes nearby, staff clutched like a security blanket. 「お父さん!もう大丈夫だよ!みんな待ってるんだから!」 (Papa! It's okay now! Everyone's been waiting!)
Yuuki pushed himself up carefully, legs shaky. As he stood, a soft vision unfolded before him—like a divine movie playing directly in his mind. Sena's gift, he realized.
The world[1] he had once saved as Yuuki Izayoi[2] bloomed in peace. Cities rebuilt, fields golden under the sun, people smiling as they walked past statues of the Hero of the King Lord of the Round Table. Children played with toy swords shaped like Kaarosu Kamikazen. The continents sang his name in festivals and songs.
And higher praise came from the gods themselves.
Figures appeared in the vision: a black-winged conqueror with blonde hair and red eyes, exuding overwhelming presence—Ruphas Mafahl, the Great Conqueror of Midgard, once feared as the Black-Winged Overlord, level 1000+ monster tamer, alchemist, and ruler who unified the world under her iron will, only to vanish for 200 years before returning in a new body. Beside her stood Dina, the half-elf strategist, avatar of the Goddess Alovenus turned loyal advisor and hidden Ophiuchus of the Thirteen Heavenly Stars, master of deception, time manipulation, and reality-bending support.
Then came the goddesses of Gamindustri: Neptune, the lazy yet heroic CPU of Planeptune, ever-optimistic pudding-lover who transformed into the mature Purple Heart; Noire, the hardworking tsundere of Lastation; Vert, the mature and busty Leanbox goddess; Blanc, the book-loving yet rage-prone Lowee ruler.
And finally, Pneuma—the ascended form of the Aegis, calm and resolute fusion of Pyra and Mythra, green-haired master of light and ether, wielder of the Infinity Blade, who rewrote reality itself to save Alrest.
All of them, in the vision, bowed their heads in respect toward the hero who had once walked among them in spirit.
Yuuki's breath caught. 「こいつら…みんな俺のこと知ってる…?」 (These guys… they all know about me…?)
He turned—and there they were.
Ruphas Mafahl, Dina, and Pneuma stood a few paces away, smiling gently. They bowed in unison, graceful and sincere.
Ruphas stepped forward, wings of black feathers rustling softly. Her red eyes locked onto Yuuki's with a knowing tenderness. 「やっと会えたわね,Yuuki…いえ,プレイヤーさん.」(We finally meet, Yuuki… or should I say, Player-san.)
Yuuki tilted his head, confused. 「え…?プレイヤー…?」 (Eh…? Player…?)
Ruphas laughed, a light, melodic sound. She winked. 「ふふっ.アニメや小説では本当の名前が出てこなかったでしょう? だから,あなたの想像通りよ.私もあなたと同じ.別の世界の,もう一人の自分…プレイヤーの分身みたいなものね.」(Fufu. In the anime and novels, your real name never came up, right? So, what you assumed is correct. I'm the same as you. Another self from another world… like a player's avatar.)
Yuuki stared at his hand, the words sinking in. 「俺…みんなと同じだったのか…」(I… was the same as all of you…)
Sena chuckled behind him, stepping forward to wrap her arms around both Yuuki and Ruphas, pulling them close. 「ほら,同じ人なんだから,もっと仲良くしなさい.お茶でも飲みながら,昔話でもしましょ?」 (Come on, since you're the same person, get along better. Let's have tea and chat about old times?)
Both Yuuki and Ruphas blushed bright red. Ruphas coughed awkwardly. Yuuki scratched his cheek.
Then they both burst out laughing.
「セナは本当に変わらないな…」Ruphas said, shaking her head fondly. (Sena really never changes…)
「ああ…変わらない.」Yuuki echoed, smiling. (Yeah… never changes.)
They nodded to each other and walked to a nearby table that had appeared out of nowhere—elegant chairs, steaming teapot, and plates of snacks already set. The three of them sat, sharing stories: game mechanics, player frustrations, lucky pulls (or lack thereof), the feeling of controlling a powerful character who somehow felt like an extension of yourself.
Yani, Dina, and Pneuma watched from the side, chuckling.
「三人とも,まるで古い友達みたいね.」 Dina said softly, smiling. (The three of them look just like old friends.)
「うん!お父さん,楽しそう!」 Yani cheered. (Yeah! Papa looks happy!)
Pneuma nodded, her green hair swaying. 「こんな穏やかな時間…久しぶりだ.」 (A peaceful moment like this… it's been a while.)
Soon, the four CPUs arrived—Neptune bouncing with a giant pudding cup, Noire sighing but secretly smiling, Vert laughing elegantly, Blanc carrying a book but eyeing the snacks.
「わーい!ネプネプも混ぜてー!プリンあるよー!」 Neptune exclaimed, plopping down nearby. (Yay! Let Nep-Nep join too! There's pudding~!)
They all gathered, the park filling with chatter and laughter. A slice-of-life moment in a divine realm.
Sena, however, quietly excused herself. 「ちょっと用事があるの.すぐ戻るわ.」 (I have something to do. I'll be right back.)
She walked through a shimmering portal, arriving in the misty borders of the Qingming Realm.
There, under a pale moon, stood an alter-self of Ye Shunguang—elegant, dual blades at her side, eyes sharp yet tinged with ancient longing.
Sena bowed slightly. 「約束の時よ, 葉瞬光.」 (The time of our promise has come, Shunguang.)
The swordswoman turned. Her blades pulsed faintly, sensing a distant memory. 「…彼は本当に,あの時の…?」 (…Is he really… the one from back then?)
Sena smiled gently. 「耶愛夜 (イェ・アイヤ) の恋人だった人と同じ魂.確かめてみる?」 (The same soul as Ye Aiyah's long-lost lover. Want to confirm?)
Shunguang's gaze drifted toward the direction of the park, sensing Yuuki across worlds. 「…分かった.Zenless Zone Zeroの世界に彼が辿り着いたら,私も行く.そこで…確かめる.」 (…Understood. When he arrives in the Zenless Zone Zero world, I'll go too. There… I'll confirm.)
Sena nodded. 「楽しみにしてるわ.」(I look forward to it.)
The Qingming Realm grew quiet once more, as two worlds slowly began to connect.
The realm existed in eternal dusk, a misty borderland where time folded like old parchment. Under a sky that refused to choose between day and night, Ye Shunguang stood alone on the cracked stone of an ancient viewing platform. Her twin blades—Qingming and its silent twin—rested sheathed at her hips.
The moment Sena left through the shimmering gate, the swords began to hum.
A soft, warm light bled from the scabbards, not aggressive, not cold like the cursed edge most seekers craved, but gentle—like breath against skin after a long winter. Shunguang's fingers brushed the hilts instinctively. The pulse quickened.
And then the vision came.
Not a memory forced upon her, but a memory the sword itself chose to remember.
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Long ago. Waifei Peninsula. Suibian Temple at the foot of Yunkui Summit.
The young man who wandered between worlds arrived without fanfare. No shining armor, no divine proclamation. Just worn traveler's robes, a simple sword at his side, and eyes that looked at everything as though memorizing it for a story he hadn't yet written.
The locals called him many things in passing: wanderer, strange swordsman, the one who helps without asking for reward. The elders of Yunkui Summit (long before Yixuan became Shifu) noticed him first—how he aided villagers against Ether-corrupted beasts, how he listened more than he spoke, how he never once reached for power he didn't earn.
When rumors spread through the temple grounds about the Qingming Sword—a blade sealed because it was too holy, too pure, and therefore dangerous in greedy hands—most seekers laughed or cursed its name.
Yuuki only raised an eyebrow and chuckled.
「呪いの剣を求めてる奴ばっかりか….俺はただ,本物が知りたいだけだ.」
("Everyone's after the cursed sword, huh… I just want to know if the real thing exists.")
He spent days in the archive, unrolling scroll after scroll of ancient Chinese sword techniques. Flowing Cloud, Drunken Immortal, Thousand Crane—beautiful forms, deadly in practice, but none of them were the forbidden Six Meridian Style Sword.
The monks whispered:
"That technique is too sacred. It was locked away because mortals cannot bear its weight."
Yuuki never argued. He simply kept searching.
One night, unable to sleep, he climbed to the highest rooftop of the temple. The moon was full and silver, the stars sharp enough to cut. He lay on his back, arms behind his head, and began to hum—an old, gentle melody without words.
Down in the sealed chamber, Qingming pulsed once. Then again. Then brighter.
A soft shimmer of moonlight coalesced beside him.
A girl appeared—young, white fox ears twitching, nine ethereal tails swaying like mist. She wore simple white robes, yet carried the same quiet dignity as the blade she was born from. She didn't speak at first. She simply sat beside him, then slowly leaned her head against his chest.
Yuuki opened his eyes slowly. He didn't startle. He only smiled.
「…お嬢さん,こんな夜更けに屋根の上で何してるの?」
("…Miss, what are you doing on the rooftop this late at night?")
She lifted her head, amber eyes catching moonlight.
「あなたが…呼んだ気がしたから.」
(I felt… like you called me.)
They talked until the moon began to descend.
When she hesitated to say his name—Yuuki felt too distant, too foreign—she tilted her head and murmured:
「…耶愛夜（イェ・アイヤ）.」
("…Ye Aiyah.")
Yuuki blinked. Then laughed, soft and warm.
「へえ…剣が俺に名前をつけてくれたのか.いい名前だな.」
(Huh… so the sword gave me a name. It's a good name.)
That night they made a promise, childish and serious at the same time.
If they ever met again in another place and time,
If he were to die or disappear before then,
She could bind his original soul inside her own body, keeping him alive forever within her.
But if he won—if he survived long enough to tease her properly—then he would tease her about her terrible taste in Chinese street food for the rest of eternity.
She laughed, bright and clear like temple bells.
They hooked pinkies under the moon.
A child's promise between a wanderer and a sword spirit.
The next morning, he left the peninsula.
He never returned.
Centuries passed.
When word reached the Qingming Realm that Ye Aiyah—the man who once hummed to her under the stars—had married a Seraphim Angel, had a daughter who became a goddess… the fox-eared sword spirit felt her chest tighten.
She did not rage.
She did not curse.
She simply waited.
Until Sena arrived, solemn and gentle, and listened to the old promise.
Sena bowed deeply.
「約束は約束よ.私たちの家族は…あなたを裏切らない.」
(A promise is a promise. Our family… will not betray you.)
And so Yani cast the spell.
And so Ahmad Fakhri was pulled across realities, renamed, reborn, and now stood once again on the soil of Waifei Peninsula—older in soul, younger in body, carrying memories he was only beginning to understand.
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Back in the present, in the Qingming Realm, Ye Shunguang exhaled slowly.
The warm light of Qingming dimmed, but did not vanish.
She looked toward the distant horizon, where the border between realms grew thinner every moment.
「…やっと会えるね,耶愛夜.」
("…We can finally meet again, Ye Aiyah.")
Her voice was quiet.
But the swords at her side answered with another soft, warm pulse.
As though saying:
We've waited long enough.
To be continued...
[1] In the extended narrative of Yuuki Izayoi's multiversal journey, his original isekai homeworld is Solaria — a parallel/alternate Earth (often described as an "alter ego" or mirror dimension of our real-world Earth). This world diverges sharply from real historical events, particularly in its revisionist portrayal of 20th-century global conflicts, technology, religion, and geopolitics. Solaria serves as the "true" origin point for Yuuki's soul before his wanderings, summonings, and eventual ascensions across realities.
[2] Yuuki Izayoi (also known as Ye Aiyah in certain realms or contexts) is the central protagonist of this extended isekai narrative. He is a wanderer-hero who traverses multiple worlds, originally summoned as a young traveler and later revealed as the successor to ancient divine sword techniques. His journey involves mastering unparalleled martial and mystical arts, ascending power systems, and ultimately fulfilling promises across realities. Below is a detailed biodata summary of his core techniques, drawn from their canonical origins and why they contribute to his overwhelming strength (especially the Six Meridian Divine Sword as the pinnacle of his arsenal).