You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

"..."

Iori scratched his head: "While it's certainly hard to believe right away, you really are a carnivore, don't you have anything else on your mind?"

"You really have the nerve to say that in this state!"

……

No way... are you serious?!

Standing at the bow of the Uranus, watching the enormous golden ship that had carved out a wide channel through the rift and evaporated all sorts of debris and obstacles along the way, Saito Immortal was dumbfounded.

No matter how much she disbelieved it, when the facts were laid bare before her, she had no choice but to accept Iori's explanation and was momentarily at a loss for how to react.

Her little boyfriend had actually turned into the ruler of the three realms. This sounded like a Mary Sue story, but Saito felt completely lost and even felt a little unfamiliar with Iori.

She remained silent for a long time, staring into the void ahead, her expression hidden by Iori's back: "So, you've been hiding this from me all along? What happened before... when did it all begin, or was it all part of a pre-arranged drama?"

"I wasn't born with this power. Our first meeting, my life in Hueco Mundo, and everything that followed... it wasn't all a lie."

Iori said slowly, "Even gods cannot control people's hearts and wills. The encounters and interactions between people are inherently full of uncertainties. I have never played with fate in the past, and I will not in the future either."

"That's right."

Saito blinked and glanced slightly behind him.

She was confident that her love for Iori was not due to external factors, but entirely stemmed from her own will, so her question just now was merely a symbolic inquiry.

What truly made her feel lost was...

"who are you?"

Saito turned around, his gaze intense: "Aizen Iori, this person... his voice, his appearance, his past, his emotions... how much of it is real, and how much is an image created?"

She was very worried that the person she knew might not actually exist.

"I am Aizen Iori, the person you know has never changed!"

Iori said firmly, "Everyone has hidden things, and I'm no exception, but I would never do anything against my conscience. Every decision I make is in accordance with my true feelings and desires... This isn't acting; it's sincerity!"

It wasn't a lie—Saito breathed a sigh of relief.

Actually, she knew from the beginning that Iori wasn't a very honest person, but if even the feelings between the two of them were fabricated, she couldn't stand it.

After relaxing, she blushed and said, "Actually, I don't care. I just wanted to confirm. No matter what you think, I won't lose out—it's me sleeping with you, not you sleeping with me. You need to understand that."

Saito raised a finger, emphasizing that he was the one in control of the relationship and would not be led by the nose by Iori.

"By the way, now that you mention it... what's going on with Bingli and the others?"

I've always found it strange about them. They say you brought them back from Rukongai, but their familiarity with you is too much. They... probably knew you a long time ago, right?"

"I met her in another world."

Iori nodded: "Akame and I met earlier, but Esdeath—that is, Hyori—met after you."

And it wasn't just them; the girls on duty on this ship were the same.

Iori and Saito looked around, their expressions quite displeased as they saw the young girls in uniforms passing by on the deck.

Since the goal is to traverse the world with the Uranus, it's impossible to leave those ordinary crew members behind. First, there's the issue of the contract; Iori can only bring people and things connected to his soul and considered "subordinates" into the world. Second, after all, they have families and businesses; even former pirates have their own social connections.

Therefore, the girls chosen by Iori to be on duty are all death girls led by Alpha, and they are divided into several groups and rotated every once in a while.

These crew members were not only all women, but their age, appearance, and loyalty to Iori were also impeccable, and they looked at him with considerable passion—it would be strange if Saito didn't mind.

"You really know how to enjoy yourself~ Even the emperors of ancient China didn't have this many high-quality beauties surrounding them, did they?"

"It was just a coincidence that I saved some people from another world."

"...Another world?"

Saito blinked. "The present world?"

"No, how should I explain it to you... I'd rather you see for yourself."

Iori reached out and took Saito's hand. Their eyes met, and the two figures disappeared from the space at the same time!

...In a daze, Saito felt as if he had passed through an extremely noisy market, surrounded by indistinguishable noise and a slight dizziness. He could only subconsciously tighten his grip on Iori's hand. When he came to his senses, he found that the surrounding environment was completely different.

"here it is……"

Saito raised his head, then looked around, his eyes widening in surprise.

Having lived for over a thousand years, she was certainly worldly-wise. In terms of solemnity and grandeur, Seireitei was no less impressive than any other place. However, what she was facing at this moment was the impact of a foreign culture she had never experienced before. The vibrant and intense colors left a very deep impression on her eyes, forming a stark contrast with Seireitei, which was almost entirely dominated by black, white, and yellow.

The azure dome is adorned with gilded patterns that depict figures and stars, as if a miniature sky covers the entire hall, making the human figures appear so small in comparison.

The pillars, floors, steps, carpets, vases... I won't go into the many luxurious details, but even someone like Saito, who lacks artistic taste, can appreciate its exquisite beauty, simply because it touches upon humanity's instinctive pursuit of magnificent things.

The most striking feature is the golden throne on the high platform, which resembles a throne wrapped with the wings of an angel, looking down on everything from above. Just its existence exudes an unusual sense of oppression.

"What is that? Where is this place?"

"This is our home."

Saito felt someone touching his waist, but he didn't resist because he smelled a familiar scent. Then he heard Iori say something.

"This is a different world with a relatively low level of technology. I have established a country here. Akame and Hyōri both come from here. The place we are standing on now is the royal palace."

"Are you the king?"

Saito glanced at Iori in surprise. "Although compared to the identity of the 'Spirit King,' the king is nothing, but...another world? It's hard to believe."

"Haha~"

With a thought, Iori and the other two instantly teleported to the sky above the capital. Saito instinctively tried to use his ability to stay airborne, but quickly realized that the ground beneath his feet was very "solid." It wasn't a barrier made of spiritual particles, but something as thick as the earth itself.

She looked down but found no footholds. Instead, she saw a dense but orderly cluster of giant buildings that radiated outwards in concentric fan shapes!

"...It really is another world."

Saito immediately noticed that the houses were very different in style from those in Soul Society and the human world, and the people living inside looked more like Westerners.

"Okay, now I've told you my biggest secret. There's nothing else I'm hiding from you."

Iori looked down at her. "I'm sorry for keeping this from you for so long."

"Although there's a lot I want to say... I've been through too much today, I simply don't have the energy... So, you are the supreme ruler in both worlds?"

"Actually, there are more than two worlds."

Iori thought for a moment, "The number of other worlds is endless. These other worlds are all different in style. I can occasionally find one or two during my travels."

"really?"

Saito's eyes lit up, and his restless heart could no longer be contained.

"What kind are they?"

"For example, 'My Uncle from Another World,' which uses magic—"

"I want to go too!"

Saito said eagerly, "I'm very curious... what kind of life do you live in this other world? Can I see it?"

"That's not a problem...it's just a bit unexpected."

Iori scratched her cheek with her finger: "You're surprisingly eager to learn about a completely unfamiliar world."

"Of course~"

Saito narrowed his eyes: "After all, I also want to see just how many 'Akame's' are out there—you, there's absolutely no way you can remain chaste outside!"

"..."

Chapter 1: The Otherworldly Uncle's Side Story - Hot Pot is the epitome of life.

Inside the low-rent apartment on a winter's day, the old heater hummed, and the rising steam, carrying a spicy aroma, filled the room. Fujimiya Suminaka took off her woolen scarf, her nose turning red from the spiciness. On the other side, Keibun, scalded by the heat, hurriedly blew on it, but still didn't forget to scoop up beef from the boiling red soup: "Uncle! You took all the meat!"

"Nonsense, I only ate seven pieces!"

Yosuke Shimazaki adjusted his glasses with a stern expression, but his chopsticks precisely blocked his nephew's path toward the mushroom. "Jingwen, respecting the elderly and caring for the young are traditional virtues."

"Hot pot is something else! I'm determined to become the Hot Pot General, and I won't show any mercy!"

Jingwen's expression was unusually serious.

"Hmm...this power...Jingwen! Didn't we share the A5-level set meal amicably when we had barbecue before?"

"Naive, so naive, Uncle!"

Jingwen's glasses reflected a white light: "How could our family possibly afford A5 Wagyu beef? They're just using cheap set meals to fool you!"

"Who told you to spend your allowance on those used game consoles all the time? They're more expensive than the new ones! If you don't do this, how will you survive!"

"Shang, Jingwen!"

"You're still a bit lacking in wits compared to me, Uncle!"

"Enough... We finally got our hands on some really good meat, and it's turned into such an ugly fight over it."

Fujimiya shook his head, utterly speechless.

"Stop! I'll bring crabs next time too."

"really?"

The uncle and nephew turned to look at the female college student at the same time, their expectant joy overflowing, which made Fujimiya feel a pang of sadness.

"Doesn't your uncle run his own channel on YouTube? Doesn't he earn a lot of money?"

"...That's not the case."

Speaking of this, Jingwen calmed down. He sat cross-legged in the kotatsu and said seriously, "The income is still quite good. If Uncle can lower his pride, he can easily break the million-view mark. If he works hard, becoming a blogger with a million followers or even more is not a problem."

"Uncle's 'special effects' are really realistic... What do you mean by 'lowering your pride'?"

"You've met Ms. Fujimiya before, haven't you?"

Yosuke adjusted his glasses. "Transformation magic."

"Oh, that magic that can transform you into someone else's appearance... Huh? Could it be..."

A thought flashed through Fujimiya's mind, and he looked at Jingwen with a livid face: "Is it really necessary to go to this extent just to make money?"

Although she wasn't exactly an experienced user, she did have some understanding of those businesses that used "perks" in exchange for subscriptions and tips.

"Nah!"

Jingwen quickly explained, "It's a costume! It's a live stream where Uncle is transformed into a beautiful girl. The standards for beauty in this other world are so high that even a stream of an outdated and boring game will attract a lot of viewers."

"Outdated boredom..."

"Well, although it's still a bit strange, it's neither illegal nor morally problematic, so it's okay, right?"

Fujimiya looked at the dejected Yosuke, "Why don't you want to?"

"...I don't really want to use transformation magic."

Yosuke said in a deep voice, "I suffered a lot in another world because of this face, but I insisted on never using a mask or magic to cover myself up... I think this is very important."

"Moreover, if he uses a 'suit' for live streaming, everyone's attention will be on my uncle, and they won't pay attention to the game itself at all—which puts too much pressure on my uncle."

"Ah, I can imagine... it's practically torture."

Fujimiya shook his head, indicating his understanding.

"But you seem to be quite enthusiastic, Jingwen."

Don't you think this is funny?

Jingwen revealed a slightly mischievous smile: "Think about it, those guys who are blinded by desire are chasing after their uncles online—just thinking about their expressions when they find out the truth makes me feel like I don't even care if I make money or not."

"It seems I can't let you have too much power and wealth..."

Fujimiya rolled his eyes.

"But money is indeed very important. Even if I don't need the leather case, I will work even harder to earn money in the future. I will treat Miss Fujimiya to a meal to repay her for the high-grade beef sooner or later!"

Yosuke patted his chest and assured him.

"No, no, don't be so formal~"

"You must remember this: human relationships are about give and take, and you must be careful. If you don't handle it well, it can damage the relationship between friends and even cause trouble for others."

For example, Miss Farrell once missed a great opportunity because of the ring I gave her.