The Eternally Seventeen-Year-Old Maiden:
"I just popped over to Eientei for a look. Doesn't seem like that woman's handiwork after all. So who exactly is behind this?"
The Eternally Seventeen-Year-Old Maiden:
"Disturbing this one's hibernation… the consequences will be severe."
Kaguya-sama:
"H-Hibernation? Do humans… need to hibernate?"
The Eternally Seventeen-Year-Old Maiden:
"Human? This one is no human. I am the Gap Yōkai — you may address as Yukari Yakumo-sama."
Kaguya-sama:
"Y-Yōkai???"
Edward Newgate:
"Gurararara! A yōkai? I've sailed the seas for decades. I've t animals with intelligence rivaling any man's, and I've t the Mink Tribe — but I've never once encountered anything called a 'yōkai.'"
Sowhere on the azure waters of the New World, a colossal sailing vessel called the Moby Dick cut through the endless ocean, riding the wind toward the horizon.
A man sat in an enormous chair on deck, IV tubes trailing from his body.
His brow furrowed, then relaxed, then furrowed again — as though sothing was deeply puzzling him.
Slowly, he opened his eyes.
His gaze swept across the deck.
He looked at his sons — those familiar faces going about their duties — then turned his attention inward, to the strange thing called the "Dinsional Chat Group" that had materialized inside his mind. He mused quietly, "Doesn't seem like a hallucination. Even if soone had snuck aboard, my sons would have sniffed them out in a heartbeat."
"If nobody's using a Devil Fruit ability to ss with … then what exactly is this Dinsional Chat Group? And who are these people chatting inside it?"
The man known to the world as the Strongest Man Alive — the one whose power could shatter the earth and split the sea — Whitebeard himself.
For once, even he was at a loss.
He'd genuinely never encountered anything like this before.
Just as Whitebeard was mulling it over, he noticed that soone in the Dinsional Chat Group — a user called "RawrSoFierce" — had sent several long ssages.
RawrSoFierce:
"I know this might sound absurd. Completely unbelievable, even. But I need to say it — this is not genjutsu. It's not a Devil Fruit power. And it's definitely not so kind of advanced Earth technology."
RawrSoFierce:
"This is a chat group that connects dinsions across all of existence. Every one of you is a mber who was chosen to join. Before you entered, you all received an invitation in your minds, right?"
RawrSoFierce:
"Believe it or not — that's pretty much the situation!"
As the first person to join the Dinsional Chat Group, Ryū figured it was his responsibility to give these mbers — who'd joined barely minutes after him — a proper explanation of what the hell a "Dinsional Chat Group" actually was.
And how did Ryū know all this?
Simple. While everyone else had been busy questioning reality in the group chat, he'd quietly slipped over to the "Group Info" tab and skimd through it.
Then he'd basically just… read it out loud to everyone.
The chat went silent for a few seconds. Then ssages erupted all at once.
The Little Wandering Planet:
"A chat group that connects all dinsions? I'm fairly certain this could actually be real! Before this, I was nothing more than a vague, muddled planetary consciousness — barely even aware."
The Little Wandering Planet:
"But after joining this group, it's like I underwent so kind of instant tamorphosis! I can actually think now!"
Kaguya-sama:
"P-Planetary consciousness?! Is this… a science fiction novel?!"
The Eternally Seventeen-Year-Old Maiden:
"Is that so? How unbelievable…"
The Eternally Seventeen-Year-Old Maiden:
"By the way — that 'RawrSoFierce' person up there. What do those small golden characters next to your userna an?"
Kaguya-sama:
"There really are golden characters… they look like they say 'Admin'? Wait… hold on — why can I read this?!"
Kaguya Shinomiya's brain short-circuited. True, she was an academic prodigy — top of her class in virtually everything.
But what was happening right now was a bit beyond the scope of any curriculum.
It didn't help that Kaguya Shinomiya had almost zero experience with the internet. When she went online, it was usually just to check tomorrow's weather forecast.
The result? She possessed an almost tragically low capacity for the kind of wild speculation and ntal gymnastics that the internet demanded.
She was, in other words, the type of person whose imagination had no holes to fill — because it had no holes at all.
When confronted with sothing that defied everything she knew, she simply had no frawork for dealing with it.
anwhile, Ryū — reading all of their ssages — finally noticed the detail they were talking about.
There really were two small golden characters next to his userna: "Admin."
Ryū froze. Barely daring to believe it, he opened the mber list.
The na at the very top?
His. With the word "Admin" gleaming right beside it.
"I'm… the Admin of the Dinsional Chat Group? Because I was the first one in?"
He swallowed hard. Let's review the roster here: one mber was the literal consciousness of a planet. One was a legendary pirate whose na shook the seas. One was the pampered young lady of one of the most powerful families in her world. And one was a yōkai who'd been alive for god knows how many millennia.
And sohow, all of that pressure had just landed squarely on the shoulders of one poor, helpless, utterly ordinary transmigrator.
He was now their Admin.
Was the universe trying to give him a heart attack?!
The Eternally Seventeen-Year-Old Maiden:
"'Admin' — that should be short for 'Administrator of the Dinsional Chat Group,' correct? To construct a chat network that links dinsions across all of reality… how impressive."
Edward Newgate:
"Gurararara! All dinsions? Other worlds, you say?"
Kaguya-sama:
"This is simply too fantastical!"
The Eternally Seventeen-Year-Old Maiden:
"My Gap ability also involves spatial manipulation, but piercing through the walls between worlds is sothing even I could never hope to achieve."
The Eternally Seventeen-Year-Old Maiden:
"Which ans the one who holds the title of Admin has likely been training their power for tens of thousands — perhaps hundreds of thousands — of years. An ancient great yōkai beyond anything I've ever encountered!"
The Little Wandering Planet:
"I'm roughly a few billion years old myself, and even I don't possess the ability to link worlds together. If I did, I wouldn't have needed to spend all that ti drifting around the solar system."
The Eternally Seventeen-Year-Old Maiden:
"A f-few… BILLION years old?!!"
A certain yōkai who'd been alive for untold millennia suddenly felt very, very young.
The existence of the Dinsional Chat Group was, without question, almost impossible to believe. And yet it was undeniably, irrefutably real. No matter how much the mbers struggled to accept it, the reality of the situation refused to budge.
As the group mbers gradually ca to terms with the concept and began chatting enthusiastically among themselves, the newly — and inexplicably — appointed Admin had gone completely silent.
Ryū was busy.
He was thodically combing through every corner of the chat group — Group Info, Group Features, settings, descriptions — turning over every stone, reading every explanation multiple tis.
When you stumble upon sothing this extraordinary, the natural thing to do is figure out exactly how it works.
After what felt like an eternity, Ryū slowly let out a long breath.
"It's not one of those cliché cheat systems… but this chat group is sothing else entirely."
He shook his head in quiet disbelief.
"This thing is seriously broken."
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