The recording continues as Zaboru finally steps closer to the door, the cara following him from behind while Ayumi keeps the fra steady. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small set of keys, but even the keys themselves look suspiciously custom-made, with a tiny silver ZAGE emblem hanging from the ring. Zaboru inserts one of them into the lock, twists it slowly, and the soft click that follows sohow sounds louder than it should. For a mont, no one says anything. Even Ayumi grows quiet behind the cara, and though the audience watching the recording cannot interact with the mont directly, the live chat fills with anticipation as if everyone is holding their breath together.
Then, the door opens.
Inside is complete darkness. Not dim, not shadowy, but pitch black, as if the room itself is hiding what waits within. Zaboru pauses dramatically at the entrance, clearly enjoying the suspense, while Ayumi shifts the cara slightly closer. "Zabo…" she murmurs, her curiosity leaking into her voice despite her attempt to stay quiet. Zaboru only grins and raises the key fob in his hand. "Prepare yourselves," he says, far too smugly.
He presses a small button.
In an instant, the lights turn on row by row, starting from the ceiling and spreading across the entire room like a stage reveal. Glass cases shine, polished shelves glow, display lights activate, and countless figures, statues, costus, weapons, and strange collector items suddenly appear before the cara. The room is huge, far larger than expected, and everything inside is arranged with such obsessive care that it feels less like a storage room and more like a private museum built by an extrely rich man with no self-restraint.
Ayumi audibly gasps behind the cara, and the chat completely explodes.
"Holy!!! WHAT THE!???"
"That… that's a treasure trove!?"
"OH DAMN, I WANT IT ALL!"
"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! THIS LEVEL OF FLEXING IS SOTHING ONLY ZABORU CAN DO!"
"DAMN! LOOK AT THOSE!"
"BRO OPENED THE FINAL VAULT!"
"THIS IS NOT A ROOM, THIS IS A BOSS REWARD AREA!"
It makes sense that everyone reacts this way, because the room is enormous and arranged with frightening precision. Glass cabinets line the walls, display lights shine over each shelf, and everywhere the cara turns, there are action figures, statues, replica weapons, limited props, and collector items that look far too high-tier to be sold normally. These are not ordinary figures that fans can buy in stores. Every single one is custom-made, produced at a level of detail that makes them look like museum pieces. And naturally, Zaboru had HanDai create them specifically for him.
Zaboru slowly folds his arms and lifts his chin with the most shalessly smug expression Ayumi has seen all day. "Just so you know…" he says, clearly enjoying himself far too much, "these are my personal treasures. You can't get any of these items anywhere. Why?" He pauses dramatically, letting the cara linger on one of the glass cases before grinning wider. "Because all of them are custom-made. Only made for . One-of-one pieces. Not limited edition. Not rare edition. Mine edition."
He points at himself with a ridiculous amount of pride, then continues, "And well… I own HanDai, the company that usually makes ZAGE rchandise, so when I say, 'Please make the most unnecessarily high-quality figure possible,' they actually have to listen. Hehehe." His smugness is so overwhelming that even Ayumi cannot hold back a chuckle behind the cara. Zaboru hears her and becos even more pleased with himself, as if her laugh has confird that his flex is justified.
anwhile, the chat absolutely catches fire. Jealousy, admiration, disbelief, and pure gar greed all mix together into one uncontrollable storm.
"HOLY SH*T, ALL OF THAT RARE STUFF!"
"RARE? BRO, THAT'S NOT RARE. THAT'S UNOBTAINABLE!"
"I WANT TO RAID ZAGE TOWER NOW!"
"LET'S GOOO!"
"WAIT, DO YOU KNOW ZAGE HAS INSANE SECURITY!?"
"I DON'T CARE, I'LL BECO A JANITOR JUST TO LOOK AT THAT ROOM!"
"THIS ISN'T A COLLECTION, THIS IS A NATIONAL TREASURE!"
"ZABORU REALLY SAID: MONEY CAN'T BUY THIS, BUT MY MONEY CAN MAKE THIS."
"STILL, THIS IS KIND OF A FLEX, NOT GONNA LIE."
"KIND OF!? THIS IS THE MOST DISRESPECTFUL FLEX I'VE EVER SEEN!"
"HE'S FLEXING WITH ITEMS THAT DON'T EVEN EXIST FOR US!"
The audience becos even more interested in the contents of the room, their curiosity growing stronger with every second the cara moves. Zaboru, clearly enjoying the attention, quickly walks toward the first section as if he is a museum guide showing off the most important exhibit. "Alright, first section," he says with a smug little grin. "Welco to the Mario corner." In this area, a large statue of Mario stands proudly, reaching around Zaboru's waist. Unlike the usual heroic pose, this one is called "Casual Mario," showing Mario relaxing with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a cup of coffee, as if he has just finished saving a kingdom and now wants a peaceful break. Zaboru chuckles while pointing at it. "Look at this. Casual Mario. Very powerful aura, right?"
Nearby, several glass shelves are filled with smaller but extrely detailed Mario action figures: Mario jumping, Mario driving a kart, Mario holding a fireball, Mario wearing a chef outfit, Mario with a tiny hamr, and even a serious-looking "Detective Mario" that sohow makes the chat laugh imdiately. Beside them are figures of Luigi, Peach, Bowser, Yoshi, and Toad, each posed like they are part of a dramatic crossover movie. The detail is absurd, from the fabric texture on tiny costus to the shine on miniature boots. It is clear that these are not mass-produced toys, but custom collector pieces made only for Zaboru.
After that, Zaboru moves to the next section, where Pac-Man takes over the display. A large glowing Pac-Man statue sits in the center, surrounded by tiny ghost figures arranged in a circular chase scene. The whole section is lit with yellow and neon blue lighting, giving it an arcade-like feeling. Zaboru grins proudly. "This is the Pac-Man zone. Simple design, infinite power. You see this yellow circle? This guy has eaten more ghosts than most heroes have defeated enemies." Ayumi lets out a quiet laugh behind the cara, while the chat imdiately jokes that Pac-Man is the strongest horror protagonist because he spends his entire life being chased in dark mazes but still wins by eating everything.
Then cos the SpongeBob section, and the atmosphere instantly becos more ridiculous. There is a cheerful SpongeBob statue wearing a tiny ZAGE-branded headset, a Patrick figure holding a ga controller upside down, Squidward looking depressed beside a microphone, and Mr. Krabs standing proudly on top of a pile of golden coins. Zaboru points at them with a completely serious expression. "This section is important for scientific reasons," he says. "SpongeBob teaches us that cody, absurdity, and chaos can beco art if you commit hard enough." The chat loses control again, especially when Ayumi zooms in on a tiny figure of SpongeBob holding a spatula like a legendary sword. Soone in chat imdiately writes that SpongeBob could defeat half of ZAGE's fighting ga roster if he had enough preparation ti.
Next, Zaboru leads the cara toward the Sonic section. This area is arranged like a high-speed diorama, with Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, and Doctor Eggman chase them on curved rails, loop structures, and erald displays. The shelves are designed to look like a miniature Green Hill-style stage, complete with fake grass, rings, and motion lines behind Sonic to make him look like he is running even while standing still. Zaboru folds his arms proudly. "This one was hard to make," he says. "Because if Sonic doesn't look fast even as a figure, then the figure has failed." The chat agrees imdiately, spamming comnts about how the Sonic statue looks like it could outrun their rent, responsibilities, and emotional problems.
Beyond those sections, the room continues with neatly arranged displays of other famous characters, including life-sized cosplay replicas and full costu sets. There are realistic RoboCop and Spawn costus standing in glass cases, posed dramatically under sharp lighting. RoboCop looks like he is ready to arrest the entire room for illegal flexing, while Spawn's cape spreads behind him like a dark throne. Zaboru smiles with obvious pride, then moves toward another section of the room where many human-shaped statues stand in elegant rows. These are ga characters, arranged by series and style, and yes—many of them are female characters, sculpted with such lifelike beauty and detail that even Ayumi's cara movent becos just a little slower.
Ayumi looks at Zaboru from behind the cara with the flattest poker face imaginable. The cara does not shake, her voice does not co out, and yet sohow her silence carries more pressure than any interrogation room ever could. Zaboru imdiately feels it. His smug aura collapses in real ti. He coughs once, then twice, and points toward the display with the desperate confidence of a man trying to explain sothing before his wife reaches a conclusion that cannot be appealed.
"Uhm… well, these are, you know… humanoid statues of ga characters," Zaboru says carefully, choosing every word like he is walking through a minefield. "And! There are male ones as well! Look, there is Kazuya, Cloud Strive , Chrono , Link , Sol Badguy, and Sub-Zero. Over there is Doom Guy too! Cool, right?" He laughs awkwardly, but the laugh dies quickly under Ayumi's continued silence. It is true that this section is huge and not only filled with statues. There are also high-quality replicas of famous tools and equipnt: Doom Guy's armor displayed like sacred military gear, Cloud Strife's Buster Sword mounted dramatically on the wall, Samus's Power Suit standing in a glass case, and many more. Objectively, it is an incredible collection.
Unfortunately for Zaboru, the female figures are clearly the highlight of the section. They are lifelike, gorgeous, perfectly sculpted, and arranged under premium lighting that makes them look like they belong in an ultra-expensive museum of dangerous husband behavior. The chat notices imdiately and becos absolutely rciless.
"HOLY DAMN!"
"Zaboru is living my dream!"
"WAIT!? WHAT MATERIAL ARE THOSE MADE OF!? DON'T TELL IT'S SOFT MATERIAL!?"
"SHOW US!"
"BRO HAS THE FINAL STAGE OF COLLECTOR DISEASE!"
"AYUMI-SAMA, PLEASE STAY CALM! HE IS AN IMPORTANT MAN!"
"IMPORTANT MAN? HE IS IMPORTANTLY GUILTY!"
"THIS IS WHY YOU DON'T GIVE A GAR BILLIONAIRE MONEY!"
"CAUGHT RED HANDED!"
Ayumi still stares at Zaboru with that sa unreadable poker face. Sohow, the silence becos louder. Zaboru exhales slowly, rubbing the bridge of his nose like a defeated man. "Yeah… they're made from silicone, and yes, you can move the limbs around," he admits, sounding as if each word is digging his own grave deeper. "But! I don't use this for anything weird, I swear. These are collector items! Artistic references! Display pieces! Historical preservation of character design! Oh co on, Ayumi, don't look at like that."
Ayumi says nothing. The cara simply zooms in slightly on one of the figures, then slowly pans back to Zaboru's face. That tiny cara movent is more brutal than any verbal attack. Zaboru imdiately points toward the male statues again like a lawyer presenting ergency evidence. "Look! Doom Guy! Very masculine! Very safe! No problem here!"
The chat becos even worse.
"Sigh… Zaboru caught red-handed."
"I feel you, bro… but you should hide these kinds of kinks from your wife."
"I guess no 'cuddle' for Zaboru tonight?"
"BRO TRIED TO USE DOOM GUY AS A DEFENSE ATTORNEY!"
"AYUMI'S SILENCE HAS MORE DAMAGE THAN A FINAL BOSS ATTACK."
"ZABORU HAS CREATED MANY LEGENDARY GAS, BUT TODAY HE CREATED HIS OWN BAD ENDING."
"PLAY SO SAD Song!"
If Zaboru could see the chat, he would definitely be angry with them by now. Unfortunately for him, he couldn't. The recording was already done, and the live viewers were free to roast him without rcy. In the video, Zaboru only let out a long sigh while Ayumi chuckled quietly behind the cara, clearly enjoying his suffering far more than she should. Trying to escape the dangerous atmosphere around the humanoid figure section, Zaboru quickly cleared his throat and moved on to the next area. "Anyway! Let's look at sothing much safer, much cooler, and much less likely to make my wife question ." He pointed ahead with renewed confidence. "Behold, the hero section!"
This next section imdiately changed the mood. Instead of ga character statues, the display area was filled with Kan Rider, Ultraman, and Super Sentai costus arranged in dramatic poses. Each suit stood inside its own illuminated glass case, complete with helts, transformation belts, weapons, and carefully recreated props. So displays even included motorcycles, while the far end of the section showed smaller-scale but extrely detailed cha replicas, posed like they were ready to launch into battle. The cara slowly moved across the room, capturing armor textures, glowing eyes, polished helts, and weapons that looked so real that even Ayumi let out a small impressed sound.
Zaboru's confidence returned instantly. He placed one hand on his waist and grinned like a proud child showing off his favorite toys. "Heheheh… these are genuine replicas I got from Rekka. Well, I own Rekka, rember? So I can get these things made properly. Hehehe." His smugness was back, but this ti even the audience had to admit the collection deserved it. The Kan Rider suits looked powerful and stylish, the Ultraman displays carried that heroic giant-warrior presence, and the Super Sentai section was colorful, dramatic, and almost too cool for a private collection.
The chat imdiately shifted from mocking Zaboru to burning with jealousy again.
"OH MY GOD! LOOK AT THAT KAN RIDER BLACK RX COSTU!"
"RIDORON!? THAT'S ACTUALLY RIDORON!?"
"I'M NOT JEALOUS AT ALL! I'M VERY CALM AND NORMAL!"
"BRO ESCAPED AYUMI'S JUDGNT BY SHOWING KAN RIDER. GENIUS MOVE."
"THAT ULTRAMAN TIGA SUIT LOOKS LIKE IT CAN ACTUALLY FIGHT A KAIJU!"
"THE SUPER SENTAI CHA! THE CHA! SHOW THE CHA MORE!"
"ZABORU REALLY HAS A CHILDHOOD DREAM ROOM WITH BILLIONAIRE MONEY."
Zaboru walked deeper into the section, showing a Kan Rider Black RX suit standing beside Ridoron, a row of transformation belts displayed like sacred artifacts, and several Super Sentai helts arranged by color. He then pointed toward the Ultraman area, where multiple suits stood with arms crossed under soft white lighting. "This one is important," he said seriously. "When you are tired, look at Ultraman. Suddenly you feel like standing up and fighting deadlines." Ayumi laughed again behind the cara, and Zaboru nodded proudly as if he had just said sothing deeply philosophical.
After that, he showed more of the room, moving from one display to another. There were action figures everywhere, from tiny palm-sized collectibles to enormous statues almost as tall as him. So were heroic, so were absurd, and so looked like they had no reason to exist except that Zaboru once thought, "This would be cool," and imdiately ordered it. The tour continued for a while, with Zaboru explaining each section enthusiastically while Ayumi occasionally zood in on the most ridiculous details. By the ti he finally returned to the entrance of the secret room, even his voice sounded a little tired, but his expression remained satisfied.
"Okay, guys! That's it. My secret room." Zaboru folded his arms and gave the cara a confident nod. "So cool, right? Of course it's cool. It's mine." Then his confidence cracked slightly as he glanced toward Ayumi behind the cara. "Uh… Ayumi, you're still mad?"
Ayumi did not answer imdiately.
The silence returned.
Zaboru scratched his head, his smile turning awkward again. "Ah… I see. The trial continues after recording, huh?" he muttered. At that exact mont, the video ended.
The chat exploded all over again.
"Oh no, Zaboru is in trouble…"
"But the room is so cool! When I'm rich, I want to be like Zaboru!"
"It's so good!"
"AYUMI-SAMA DIDN'T ANSWER. THAT ANS DANGER."
"THE SECRET ROOM TOUR ENDED WITH A CLIFFHANGER!"
"Forget X-BOX. Tonight's real drama is whether Zaboru survives his wife."
"Zaboru showed us treasure, heroes, cha, silicone statues, and marital danger. 10/10 video."
The comnts were overwhelmingly satisfied. The secret room had turned out to be even more absurd, impressive, and chaotic than anyone expected. Fans clipped the Mario section, the Sonic section, the Kan Rider displays, the Ultraman suits, and especially Zaboru's desperate defense in front of Ayumi. Kuro_jii's original thread was instantly treated like a legendary request that had unlocked forbidden content. But while the viewers celebrated and replayed every scene, one fact remained clear.
Zaboru was now in trouble.
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