In a giant room, inside the main palace of Alvarez...
Sitting on her giant chair, a buxom redhead could be seen gazing at a floating screen. Intrigued by what she saw, she wanted to know more, yet the livestreams' 2D view made it impossible for her to know more. Just as she was about to resign herself to the quagmire, an unexpected announcement made her pause:
[Ding! Wanting to know more? Want to know what lies behind? Want to know what those buildings are made of? No need to panic, just the screen and twist your fingers! All you want will be easily displayed on the tips of your hands!]
With great anticipation, Eileen Belserion quickly zoomed behind [GalaxyCoon], wanting to know what those tall buildings looked like. Despite being the most technologically advanced nation in all of Earth Land, no nation has ever built tall buildings for the sake of living, only for religious purposes.
If those sanctimonious Gods ever found we built towers not for the sake of praising them, heh, next thing you know, a 'Holy Hand of Judgement' rains down upon the so-called 'apostate' nation. Hmph!
But more than anything, it was the hulking, 2.5 m tall man clad in thick, blue Ceramite that had taken her attention. Despite looking like a giant afflicted with dwarfism, he had an unsettling aura within him...
An aura that radiated both horror, yet warmth, at the same time
Just as Eileen was about to reach the best part (the holographic tablescreen - Very good for warfare - Papa Excel, Circa M41.Y999), a loud and boisterous cry could be heard coming from the door behind her. "Hey, hey, hey Lady Irene! I heard from Mr. Jacob that you've been spacing out lately..."
Damn it, Dimaria, I was getting to the best part!
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In the wild, wild West, 1890 AD...
Blowing the steam coming from his freshly stewed possum soup, Gyro Zeppeli looked at the floating screen in front of him. Beside him lay Johnny Joestar, still spinning his nails after successfully getting the Saint's Corpse (using it as a toothbrush stung Gyro - this would have saved enough space for him to bring Mr. Fluffykins!). "Hey Gyro, this...whatever it is... will it help us get the rest of the Corpse? I mean, don't get me wrong, from what I've heard from you, they can certainly get the Corpse, heck, even cure me, bringing me back from negative to zero. But...
Are you sure you can trust them?"
Chewing the last chunk of possum (tasted like a rat's arsehole), Gyro expunged Johnny's fear. "Nah, no need to worry, the 'Group Chat' made it so that we can't betray each other. The real point of showing you this is to allow you to see how strong they are..."
And will they be enough to help me free poor Marco...
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Inside the bus on the way to Tenbi High...
Hugging her bag tight, Inaho gazed at the screen in front of her. Unlike the majority of the people in the chat, she knew more about modern-day appliances than the uncultured ones from other worlds. So it did not come as a surprise that she knew how to set the screen to only display to her, which helped her avoid the prying eyes of the security members. If they knew she had access to something like the 'Multiversal Chat Group', who knows what they'll do to her...
But most importantly, this was the only way she would be able to help her Take-chan, her beloved in this crazy, crazy world...
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As everyone began to watch the livestream, ripples began spreading across the multiverse, with more and more people gaining knowledge about other worlds...
Some with good, and some with bad