A Cliché Multiverse Story

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God stopped tinkering with the white dragon gauntlet and turned to me. "Oh, you're here."

"Yes, Jii-san."

"Geesaan what?"

"Jii-san, it means Uncle in Japanese."

"...Do I look like an uncle?"

"You do."

"..."

"Anyway, what's that thing?"

I pointed to the strange white pod sitting duck in the center. It was quite tall, about three meters.

"It's for you, lad. Wear the Emperor Gear and go inside. This will help you meet Ddraig or Albion in your mindscape. You have to get one's consent to awaken this Emperor Gear. It will also sync your souls."

Sync our souls? Will they agree though? Both battle maniacs will probably ask for a duel or something.

"You won't trap me or something, right?"

"I won't," he said with a deadpan face. "Be quick. I have a butt load of things to do after."

You know the shit is serious when God starts using the word 'Butt.'

"Fine. Fine. Sheesh, don't be such a hardass. I'll go in."

I donned the gauntlet and approached the pod. God waved his hand and the chamber slid open like a convertible car's roof.

"Stand inside."

'Klyscha, what's that?'

(Ah, don't worry. It's an Astral Pod. A tool to force both souls to materialize in a spiritual plane. It's not harmful.)

'Got it.'

I entered the Astral pod and looked at God. He swung his hand to close the pod.

"Close your eyes and focus on the melody," God spoke through the telepathy.

Melody?

A gentle tune whispered in my ears. It had a strangely calming effect that eased the tensions in my body. As I closed my eyes and concentrated on its rhythm, everything went silent. I quickly came to my senses and opened my eyes wide. Trails of lava dripped down the charred black ceiling. I was on a stone platform surrounded by bubbling magma pools. A crimson dragon head peaked out, its two emerald eyes staring at me unblinking.

"Hmm, I am out of the white space? Where is this?" Ddraig asked in a surprisingly soft voice and emerged out of the pool. She pressed her claws on the ground and sniffed me. "Your smell is very odd. Who are you, boy?"

"Well, I'm Asahi."

"Asahi, huh. You seem very calm for a small human. Have you ever heard of the Red Dragon Emperor?"

I smiled. "The Red Dragon Emperor who died in the Great War?"

"Those bunch of spineless cowards," she snorted, blowing a flame ball over my head.

Hey, you almost burnt my hair.

The entire world gathered to end two dragons. Even if they destroyed cities in their fights, their death was rather tragic.

"What're you doing here? Did that old man send you here as a punishment?"

"No. I'm here to negotiate."

"Negotiate?" Her eyes flickered with amusement. "Negotiating with dead souls. That's a new low even for that old man."

Jeez. She truly hates my uncle. I admit he has done some questionable things in the past, but he was trying to redeem himself.

"Do you know Trihexa?"

"Trihexa? Who's that?"

"A being stronger than both heavenly dragons. It is on par with Great Red and Ouroboros Dragon."

She approached even closer, staring at me through sharp, narrowed eyes. "On par with Great Red? You humans and your ignorance. You don't even know the extent of Great Red's powers. He can destroy anyone in his sleep. Even Ouroboros can't defeat him in the Dimensional Gap."

Her words reeked of arrogance and pride. Although she was quite wise in the novel, giving Issei knowledge about things calmly. It could be the result of hundreds of years trapped in the Longinus.

"Your facts are wrong, miss dragon. Not only is Trihexa stronger than you two, but there are also more gods out there stronger than Great Red."

Klyscha for one.

"I don't believe you."

I read the entire Trihexa arc and some of the tournament arcs. She was the ignorant one here, not me!

I tried to convince her of the threat Trihexa posed, how it would end the world (not really). But she remained undeterred. Stubborn as hell. I gave up. You can't convince a dragon with words.

"No wonder they say dragons are thick-headed lizards."

"You… What did you call me?"

"My bad. Should I call you a winged lizard?"

"Brat, now you've done it," she roared and spread her wings, casting a shadow over the entire place. She stood up on her thick scaled legs and released another shaking roar, the emerald jewel on her chest glowing faintly. "Apologize now, or face my wrath!"

She was hot-headed on top of that.

Her girly voice wasn't intimidating at the very least. Seeing the ceiling shattering over her head, a thought popped up in my head.

'Can I control this world?'

(Yes, My love. Your Dreamwalker powers apply to this or any other spiritual realm.)

"Burn."

She opened her maws and spat a fiery vortex. I snapped my fingers with a smirk.

"Water."

The ceiling split open and sprinkled water on the flames. Her dragon flames, known for burning gods to ashes, got extinguished by some water. Her eyes widened as she sat there in disbelief. She scratched the ceiling to find the source of water.

"What did you do?"

"Wanna try again?"

"You, stop provoking me. Tell me."

"Can you stop being so bossy?"

"Asking a dragon to give up their pride," she snorted. "Stop being so smug for that one trick. I will show you why people feared me."

Her jewel glowed brighter and brighter, her aura doubling each second.

Oh boy, she was serious about a fight. I can practically manipulate reality to my whims. Even without it, I was confident not to lose against her.

I cracked my knuckles, looking up at her jaw-dropping, immense frame. "Bring it on."

Finally, someone who can force me to use everything at my disposal.

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