Meanwhile, Maylene, lazily leaning back in her chair, delved into the chat group's features, mentally rolling her eyes.
How utterly boring.
She was disappointed by the interface's banality. Everything was as standard as in a cheap messenger app: private chats, participant information, a meager selection of emojis. Nothing new, nothing exciting. There was also a gacha roulette and a shop where you could buy skills, abilities, technologies, or artifacts from different universes for some kind of "points."
Points? And how do I get those? Maylene narrowed her eyes, digging through the settings.
She found two ways: the first was a daily roulette, where you could spin the wheel and get from 0 to 100 points. The second was missions that the system would issue. It didn't take a genius to guess what kind of missions these would be – typical, clichéd tasks, as if ripped from the pages of ordinary chat-group stories.
However, that wasn't the point. For some ordinary mob involved in this chat, it might be a chance to gain power. But for Maylene? A complete waste of time.
For her, the mighty Goddess of Chaos and Evil, it was a trifle. Her power already overshadowed everything the system could offer. Points, skills, technologies? She didn't need them. But what really sparked a light in her eyes were the chat's participants.
The main thing was – the chat was full of hotties! Of every taste and color, from the most incredible worlds, which, fortunately, had ceased to be fictional. Now she could interact with them, indulge in naughty fun…
I'll take two! Or better yet, three!
That was what was truly wonderful and amazing about this chat! Maylene's mind and body trembled with anticipation. No fear, only delightful excitement! Could she really communicate with the charming creatures she had read about in books? Wasn't this the ultimate dream?
Indeed, this was the ultimate dream!
Maylene's attention was drawn to the messages exploding in the chat. The corner of her lip involuntarily crept upwards – she liked the chaos she had caused. Of course, it wouldn't last long, but why not add fuel to the fire?
Meanwhile, Rin, hissing with irritation, settled into her chair and began brewing soothing chamomile tea, hoping to calm her nerves. It was completely incomprehensible to her, a young and inexperienced sorceress, what was happening.
Magic? Technology? Some form of remote communication?
Who were all these people: Rias Gremory, Frieren, Saeko Busujima?
And, most importantly, who was this vulgar, annoying, and unbearable woman – Maylene!
What did she think she was doing?! How dare she… say SUCH a thing!!!
Love between women? What a load of nonsense! — Rin thought, sipping her tea and trying to calm down. She tried her best not to think about this crazy person, but then the same hateful notification sound rang out:
Ding!
Rin flinched, her eyes betraying her as they darted to the panel.
Don't look, Rin! Don't! — she told herself, but curiosity, like a teenager's addiction to their phone every five minutes, won out. She glanced at the chat and… the cup slipped from her hands, smashing against the floor with a deafening "Bang!" Splintered shards scattered across the room. Rin's eyes widened, her body trembling with rage.
MAYLENE!!!
What had happened? All the chat participants had received a new message.
Rias Gremory, sitting in her office surrounded by dark-red curtains and bookshelves, was frantically searching the internet for information about chat groups and golden fingers. Her fingers trembled, her phone overheating from endless tabs. A new message from Maylene made her raise an eyebrow. She involuntarily smiled, proudly tilting her nose:
I definitely have more, — she thought, not quite understanding why she was comparing herself to this woman. Closing the chat, she continued her search.
Frieren, lying on the bed in a cozy room with wooden beams and soft candlelight, was resting after a recent incident with hot chocolate. A damp cloth lay on her forehead, carefully placed by Fern, who fussed around like a worried hen. Frieren, glancing indifferently at the new message, noticed Fern, whose ample breasts swayed with every movement. The elf involuntarily compared herself to her, sighing heavily:
Why does she have so much?
Fern, noticing the gaze, asked:
"Are you alright, Lady Frieren?"
"I'm fine," Frieren grumbled, but her eyes slid back to her student's chest. She felt a pang of envy, but hid it behind her usual mask of indifference. Fern, confused, remained bewildered.
And what did Maylene send? It was simple, but incredibly provocative. A pinned picture in a gold frame appeared in the chat, impossible to miss. It featured Maylene herself in a revealing pose, emphasizing her perfect proportions and flaunting her ample breasts. The comment read:
"Check me out for now! Appreciate the merchandise that awaits you, fufufu!"
It was tactless, shameless, and beyond the pale. But Maylene? She didn't give a damn.
Morals? Norms? Are those even edible? — she chuckled to herself. Her selfish desires – amusement and seducing beauties – were the only things that mattered. Everything else could wait.
The chat exploded with outrage. Rin, trembling with anger, was ready to incinerate the panel with her gaze. Rias, though smiling, felt strange comparing herself to Maylene. Frieren, indifferent but envious. Maylene, inwardly exulting, reveled in the anticipation of chaos, imagining how the girls in the chat would react to her message. Seductively licking her lips, she was already impatiently dreaming of their upcoming encounter.
I can't wait to see them, touch them, seduce them!
Deciding to distract herself, she lazily spun the gacha in the system. The screen lit up with a bright golden glow, and the system solemnly announced:
"Congratulations! You have received 100 points!"
On the first spin? Maylene remained unfazed, as if it were supposed to be this way, although it was partly true. When creating the character, she had introduced the "Luck" parameter into Yggdrasil, and to hell with it if it wasn't in the original.
Although the old timers were skeptical at first, when this feature started working, the money flowed like a river! Luck affected everything: from item drops to successful enchantments, and it was a gold mine for investors and developers.
After all, the main goal of the project was always money! Money! And more money! If you thought otherwise, it was just your imagination.
So a new evil called "Luck" appeared in the game, and Maylene, of course, maxed it out, bedecking herself with appropriate artifacts.
As a result, her already considerable "Luck" was increased by the same amount, bringing the total to an astronomical 1000+! Isn't that awesome? Wherever she went, whatever she did, whatever spell she cast, whatever enchantment she laid – everything succeeded on the first try! And this applied not only to items, but to the whole world around her. What would happen when she started interacting with her girls?
Yes, Maylene shamelessly already considered all the chat participants "hers," they just didn't know it yet. Let them resist as much as they want, victory would still be hers. All she had to do was reach out, and it would be in the bag!
Maylene tapped her fingers on the table, sipping wine from a glass and pondering where to spend her suddenly acquired points.
Where should I spend them? — she mused. In the system's shop, her gaze caught on tickets for visiting other worlds: for 1 hour, 2 hours, days, months, even years. A standard mechanic, but for Maylene – a perfect opportunity.
But Maylene wondered: should she buy a few of these tickets now to suddenly burst into her girls' lives, catch them off guard, and seduce them? Who should she visit first? The redhead Rias?
"Oh, that red-haired devil looked as tempting as a ripe fruit, ready to fall from the branch." Maylene imagined how her appearance in Rias's world would stir up the local gods and devils.
I can imagine their faces when I steal their princess! — she giggled, anticipating the epic commotion.
"Frieren?"
The elf, cold and indifferent, would be an interesting challenge. Maylene imagined Frieren meeting her with suspicion, maybe even attacking.
"But can you resist my charm? She's like ice cream – cold on the outside, but sweet on the inside," Maylene purred, licking her lips.
Rin Tohsaka? Oh, the classic tsundere!
Tsun-tsun may be out of fashion, but in my heart there's always a place for someone like her.
But Maylene knew that it was just a facade, and inside Rin felt a love for her that was stronger than her own!
And Saeko? Maylene involuntarily smiled, imagining that ridiculous breast physics and the sadist with the katana, walking through the world of apocalypse, blood, and betrayal in her fetishistic thong. It seemed she was just waiting for Maylene to come and take her away!
Maylene was lost in dreams and fantasies, imagining how she would seduce all the girls, and they would indulge in passionate sex…
Ding!
A sudden notification jolted her out of her reverie.
Immersed in lewd dreams of seducing every girl, Maylene didn't immediately notice the new notification. Opening it out of habit, she read a message from Saeko:
"Does anyone know anything about x-walking corpses?"
The text was tinged with awkwardness, as if Saeko herself didn't believe her own words. Maylene chuckled, picking up on it.
"What?! A Dead Apostle nearby? Leave that place immediately!"
"Ghouls? That means a vampire is nearby."
"Undead? Call the knights and a priest, they'll cleanse the area."
Maylene, reading this, was surprised. Each participant, despite their recent acquaintance, showed support, offering their advice.
How sweet, — she thought, but then she immediately returned to Saeko, who clarified:
"Dead Apostle? Vampire? Undead? What are those? People die, eat each other, their corpses get up and continue doing it! If you have an answer, I would appreciate it."
Maylene, unable to restrain herself, wrote:
"Oh, Saeko-chan! You've got a zombie apocalypse going on there! Things are going south! The main thing is – don't let yourself get bitten or scratched, that's important! Wait for me, I'll be there soon!"
Meanwhile, Saeko Busujima was making her way through the bloody corridors of the school, clutching a wooden bokken. The floor was littered with the corpses of students, the walls covered in crimson streaks. Her violet hair clung to her sweaty forehead, and her eyes narrowed with tension. She had planned to take a shower and eat before the competition, but instead found herself in the epicenter of a nightmare. Walking corpses, staggering, reached out to her, emitting hoarse groans:
"U-u-u… rrr!"
Saeko, with cold precision, fought back, splitting skulls with a single blow.
What the hell is going on? — she thought, still not believing in the reality of the chat.
At first, she perceived the messages as a hallucination.
Dead Apostle? Vampire? These terms sounded absurd.
Vampires drink blood and burn in the sun, don't they?
Undead? Knights? What knights in the 21st century?! — she mentally protested. But Maylene's message, promising to come, made her flinch. Sweat ran down her temple, her fingers tightening around the bokken.
"Could she really appear?" Saeko didn't believe it, but instinct told her to be on her guard. Tossing aside another zombie, she moved further down the corridor, where the echo of her footsteps mingled with the groans of the dead. Deep down, she still doubted it, but if this Maylene was real…
Let her try, — a thought flashed through her mind, and her lips curled into a slight, almost sadistic smile.
Maylene, finishing her wine, leaned back in her chair, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Saeko, hold on, your goddess is coming! — she mentally sang, already imagining how she would burst into the world of the zombie apocalypse to "save" her swordswoman. Points, tickets, worlds – all of this was just a tool for her main goal: to win the hearts (and bodies) of her "flowerettes." And Saeko? She would be the first.
"It's time to start the fun!" Maylene giggled, her fingers hovering over the button to buy a ticket to Saeko's world.