What is this Dimensional Chat???

Satria stood in the center of a sprawling training facility in uninhabited island, his focus sharp as he prepared to push his limits. The air around him crackled faintly, a subtle manifestation of his speed force energy. This was no ordinary power—it demanded precision, stamina, and a deep understanding of its intricacies.

His goal today? To master the speed force and unlock its full potential. 

Satria darted across the vast expanse of the training grounds, a blur of motion leaving trails of residual energy in his wake. He'd set up an intricate series of hurdles, walls, and twisting paths to mimic real-world scenarios.

"Faster," he muttered to himself. "Adapt, improvise."

As he zigzagged through the course, drones zipped into his path, projecting holographic obstacles that forced him to make split-second decisions. He sidestepped one, flipped over another, and slid under a low barrier.

Time slowed in his perception, giving him the clarity to calculate every movement. To anyone watching, he was a mere streak of light, a force of nature moving at impossible speeds.

"Look at him go," Valiana muttered, crossing her arms. "Always so dramatic. It's like he's auditioning for a hero movie or something."

Kiyohime tilted her head, her golden eyes fixed on Satria as he blurred through his speed drills. "Danna-sama works so hard. It's… admirable."

The next stage required precision. Satria stood before a solid steel wall, his hands glowing faintly with kinetic energy. He concentrated, vibrating his molecules at a frequency that would allow him to phase through the barrier.

"Calm your mind. Match the frequency."

He closed his eyes and focused. The hum of his energy grew louder, and his hand began to sink into the steel like it was water.

One wrong calculation, and he'd risk serious injury—or worse. But he couldn't afford fear. With a deep breath, he stepped forward, his entire body phasing through the wall.

Emerging on the other side unscathed, he grinned. "Getting better."

The training arena shifted, activating the super-speed simulator. The environment transformed into a bustling cityscape, complete with simulated pedestrians, vehicles, and chaos.

Satria's task was to save as many simulated citizens as possible within a three-minute window. He bolted into action, weaving through traffic and carrying people to safety.

A simulated bus careened out of control, heading toward a crowd. Satria dashed forward, creating a vortex to redirect the vehicle's path. Time slowed as he adjusted his positioning, pulling a child out of harm's way at the last possible second.

When the simulation ended, he collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily.

"Need... more endurance," he muttered, wiping sweat from his brow.

"He doesn't know when to stop. Look at him pushing himself like that."

Kiyohime frowned slightly, her protective instincts flaring. "Maybe I should intervene. He needs to take care of himself. His health is—"

Valiana raised a hand, cutting her off. "Relax, Kiyohime-san. This is his thing. Let him have his fun."

The final phase of his training involved manipulating time itself—a feat that required a delicate balance of power and focus.

Standing in the middle of a glowing circle etched with runic symbols, Satria closed his eyes and tapped into the speed force's deeper layers. The world around him began to shift: leaves froze mid-fall, the hum of distant machinery slowed, and his own heartbeat became a steady, deliberate rhythm.

He raised his hand, channeling the energy to accelerate the flow of time for a nearby plant. In seconds, it bloomed, withered, and returned to seed.

"Control... not force," he reminded himself.

As Satria cooled down, he scribbled notes in a small journal. He had big plans for his speed force training—tools and gadgets that would complement his abilities.

Speed Stabilizer Suit: A suit designed to absorb the strain of high-speed movements, minimizing wear on his body.

Chrono-Tether: A device to anchor him in one timeline while manipulating others.

Kinetic Energy Storage Units: Tools to store excess speed force energy for emergencies.

He smiled at the possibilities, but there was still one more trump card in his arsenal: the power of Ultraman Cosmos.

Satria looked up at the blue sky, his thoughts drifting to his newest ability. Ultraman Cosmos's power not only amplified his physical and mental capabilities but also mitigated his metabolism's strain from using the speed force.

"No more burning out," he murmured. "I can use my full power without holding back."

With Cosmos's influence, his recovery times shortened, his endurance skyrocketed, and his body adapted to the rigorous demands of the speed force. He was no longer just a speedster; he was a force of nature, a man capable of reshaping the fabric of reality if needed.

As he finished his training, a sense of excitement coursed through him. He wasn't just mastering his abilities—he was preparing for a future where he could protect the ones he loved without hesitation.

And this was only the beginning.

He heard soft footsteps approaching and looked up to see Kiyohime and Valiana descending from the observation deck, carrying a tray with snacks and drinks.

"You must be starving," Kiyohime said softly, kneeling beside him and offering a cup of cold water. Her expression was tender but tinged with concern.

Valiana smirked, handing him a plate of neatly arranged onigiri. "Thought you might need this before you keel over, Mr. Hero." 

Satria chuckled, taking the water and food gratefully. "Ah, my beautiful Doragoness. What would I do without you?"

Kiyohime's tail swayed behind her as she smiled. "You'd probably collapse somewhere and starve," she teased lightly.

Valiana crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. "By the way, Satria, when did you build this whole facility? We didn't even notice until recently."

Satria took a bite of the onigiri and smirked, leaning back against the ground as if the answer were obvious. "Oh, you know. Just in my free time. It's a piece of cake for someone as cool as me."

Both women stared at him for a moment, and then they burst into laughter.

"Silly Danna-sama," Kiyohime said, her laughter as light as bells. "Only you would say something like that."

Valiana chuckled, shaking her head. "You're ridiculous, you know that? Acting all cool after flopping against that wall earlier."

"Hey!" Satria protested, feigning indignation. "That was a minor misstep. Even geniuses make mistakes sometimes."

Kiyohime gently wiped the sweat from his brow with a handkerchief, her eyes warm. "We know, Danna-sama. But that's why we love you."

Valiana plopped down beside him, casually nudging his shoulder. "Yeah, yeah. You're cool, alright. Just don't let it get to your head, okay?"

Satria grinned, looking between the two of them. "Don't worry, ladies. I've got the coolest family to keep me grounded."

Kiyohime and Valiana exchanged a glance before shaking their heads, smiling. Their silly, hardworking husband always knew how to make their hearts lighter.

As they sat together, sharing snacks and laughter, the intensity of training faded into the background, replaced by the warmth of love and camaraderie.

•

The peaceful tranquility of the forest was shattered by the sounds of battle. Trees swayed violently as shockwaves rippled through the area. High above, birds scattered into the sky, their chirps drowned out by a fierce exchange of power.

"Keep it up, princess. You almost had me!" Satria called out, his voice teasing yet calm. A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he darted effortlessly around the battlefield, a blur of motion.

"Stop running, bastard! Face me like a man!" Valiana shouted, her voice heavy with exertion. She stood amidst the chaos, her Balance Breaker armor glowing with fierce energy, her breaths coming in short, labored gasps.

Satria shrugged, his movements casual and almost mocking. "It's not about running, my dear. It's about strategy. If you can't catch your opponent, then what you must do is adapt. Think of another way. That's how you grow."

Valiana gritted her teeth, her frustration palpable. "I don't need your lectures!"

Albion's voice echoed in her mind, wary and somber. "He's toying with us, partner. This man is terrifyingly efficient. When serious, he doesn't fight to prolong a battle—he fights to end it before his opponent even realizes they've lost."

Valiana growled, clenching her fists. "I don't care how fast he is. I'll never back down! I'm the White Dragon Emperor!"

Satria stopped abruptly, leaning lazily against a tree as if her proclamation amused him. "And that pride of yours—while admirable—can be your undoing. Pride is meaningless in a real battle. What matters is survival and victory. Live today, win tomorrow. Cowardice or bravery—history only remembers the victor."

Valiana's glare could have burned holes through him. "Run away? You want me to run away from a fight?!"

"Why not?" Satria countered smoothly. "Live to fight another day. No shame in retreating if it means you come back stronger. This isn't about ego—it's about winning."

But Valiana's pride burned too fiercely to heed his advice. She snarled, her resolve unwavering. "You're wrong. I'll face my enemy head-on, no matter the cost!"

Satria chuckled softly, shaking his head. "You don't have to agree with me. In fact, I respect that you don't. A blind follower is no better than a puppet. Stay true to yourself, Valiana. That's what makes you you. Just remember: being stubborn doesn't mean you can't learn."

Valiana's frustration was tempered slightly by his words. Though she wouldn't admit it, his wisdom struck a chord within her. Satria's odd blend of arrogance and humility made him the enigma she cherished most.

But her respect didn't dampen her fighting spirit. "Enough talk. Show me your real strength, Satria!"

Satria's smirk widened, and for the first time, he stood up straight, slipping his hands into his pockets. "Very well, my dear. You've earned this."

Albion's voice filled Valiana's mind again, tinged with caution. "Be careful, partner. He's serious now."

"Perfect," Valiana muttered. She struck a dramatic pose, energy flaring around her as she began her chant.

"I, who am about to awaken,

Am the Heavenly Dragon who has taken the principles of supremacy from God.

I envy the infinite, and I pursue the dream.

I shall become the White Dragon of Supremacy,

And I shall take you to the limits of white paradise!"

Her Balance Breaker surged to new heights as she entered Juggernaut Drive. The ground beneath her cracked, and the air itself seemed to warp from the sheer power radiating off her form.

Satria's eyes gleamed with excitement. "You've got guts, I'll give you that. But let me teach you something about speed." He vibrated his body, becoming a shimmering blur. "The faster you move, the greater the force behind your attack. And me? I'm faster than light itself. Ready to taste what that means?"

Valiana charged at him, her armor glowing like a blazing comet. "Bring it on!"

She swung her fist, aiming directly for him—but before she could even blink, Satria was gone.

"Too slow."

A devastating punch landed squarely in her stomach. The impact sent shockwaves through her armor, and her breath left her in a sharp gasp.

"Wha—?!"

She tried again, swinging wildly, but another blow struck her side. This time, her knees buckled.

'No way,' she thought, her vision blurring. 'His punches are so heavy… I can't even see him move. How…? No way, Our gap is no way this far.'

Her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the ground. The mighty White Dragon Emperor, brought low in just two strikes

Albion was silent for a long moment, his shock palpable. Finally, he spoke. "What… what kind of monster are you, Satria?"

Satria knelt beside Valiana, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "You're incredible, my dear. But raw power isn't enough. You need control, strategy, and flexibility." He smiled fondly. "And for what it's worth, I'm proud of you."

As he checked his Dimensional Chat, a notification popped up: +7,000 Coins for defeating Valiana.

He groaned internally. "It's like I'm farming her for rewards… Poor girl."

From within the chat, Fatalis's voice rumbled, half-amused, half-sympathetic. "Oof. That's rough. My condolences, Valiana."

Satria chuckled softly before lifting Valiana into his arms. "Let's get you home, princess. You did well today."

Even unconscious, she looked peaceful in his embrace. As he carried her back toward Kiyohime's residence, the forest grew quiet once more, bearing witness to the lesson imparted—and the bond that grew stronger with each battle.

•

After ensuring Valiana was safely healed and tucked into her room, Satria climbed onto the roof of his house, basking in the serene morning air of Kuoh. The faint sound of birds chirping and the soft glow of the sunrise over the quiet town provided a stark contrast to the chaos earlier.

Leaning back, he gazed at the sky. "Fatalis."

"Huh? What now, pup?" the ever-grumpy dragon spirit grumbled.

Satria smirked mischievously. "You ever wonder about our future? Don't you think it'd be interesting to catch a glimpse of what lies ahead?"

Fatalis's voice immediately sharpened with disapproval. "Don't. Just don't even think about it. You know what tampering with the timeline could do. Do you want to mess up everything we've built?"

"I know, I know," Satria replied lazily, waving off her concerns. "But c'mon, we've never tested this ability before. Isn't now the perfect time?"

Fatalis groaned audibly. "And why, pray tell, would you want to see the future?"

"Because… I'm bored."

"Bored?! Idiot. Fine. Do as you wish, but if this backfires, don't blame me. And don't you dare drag me into this nonsense." Despite her protests, Fatalis couldn't help but feel a spark of curiosity. Deep down, she was eager to see what the future held too.

Without further hesitation, Satria activated his Speed Force. The world blurred into streaks of color as he pushed himself through time. The landscape shifted, twisting into new forms, until he finally came to a stop.

Only, something was wrong.

"What the… where the hell is my house?!" Satria stared in disbelief at the empty plot before him, now occupied by a cold, lifeless building. The air felt unfamiliar, heavier somehow.

Before he could process the situation, a black-haired man with sharp eyes appeared. His aura radiated power. "Boss? Is that you? What are you doing out here?"

Satria frowned. "Boss? Who the hell are you?"

The black-haired man's demeanor changed instantly, his dragon aura flaring. "You're not the boss? Then prepare to face the judgment, you imposter!" He launched toward Satria, fists glowing with energy.

Satria instinctively entered a battle stance, but before the attack could land, a towering, golden humanoid man appeared, radiating a warm, almost divine presence. "Stand down! The boss already told us his past self might visit today. Did you forget, you idiot?"

The black-haired man halted mid-strike, looking embarrassed. "Oh, right. My bad, senpai."

The golden man turned to Satria, smiling apologetically. "Forgive him, Boss. He can be a bit hot-headed. Please, follow me. And stay close; the future is not a place for wandering."

As they walked, Satria's eyes widened when a massive black-furred dog stirred from its slumber nearby. The beast sniffed the air before bounding toward him. Satria tensed, only for the dog to nuzzle against him affectionately.

"No way… I have this kind of pet in the future?" Satria laughed, kneeling to rub its fur. "You're such a good boy! I have to find you in my time and make sure we're best buds."

The golden man chuckled. "My apologies, but we're not allowed to share details about your future. Boss's orders."

"Of course, he'd do that," Satria muttered with a sigh.

As they approached the mansion, Satria noticed the peculiar corridor filled with doors, each marked with strange symbols. "What's with all these doors?" he asked. "And why are you two even following me?"

The golden man nodded respectfully. "You recruited me after defeating me in battle. As for the doors, they're part of a security system—each one leads to a nightmare realm designed to deal with intruders."

The black-haired man grinned. "As for me, you took me in after I was betrayed by Chaos Brigade. You said something about helping you find 'Two-Piece' to usher in a new era."

"Two-Piece?" Fatalis burst into laughter. "What kind of nonsense is this? You're just making up pirate sagas now?"

"Don't look at me," Satria replied, sweatdropping. "I have no idea what future me was thinking."

After a long walk, they reached a room marked with a golden dragon symbol. The interior was modest, but the golden man pressed a button on a bookshelf, revealing a hidden passage. Inside was a high-tech machine that whirred to life, creating a glowing golden portal.

"Whoa! I made this?!" Satria's excitement was palpable. "This is awesome!"

The golden man smiled. "It's your genius at work, Boss. Now, step through. They're waiting for you."

Satria entered the portal, finding himself in what could only be described as paradise.

Satria's future mansion was a stunning blend of Indonesian, Japanese, and European architecture, creating a unique harmony of styles that represented the different facets of his life and personality.

As Satria stepped out of the portal, he found himself gazing up at a massive mansion surrounded by a breathtaking garden. The main building structure was reminiscent of a traditional Indonesian joglo, with its high, tiered roof supported by intricately carved wooden pillars. The details of the carvings depicted mythological scenes, blending elements from his heritage and his adventures.

The Japanese influence was apparent in the tranquil garden surrounding the estate. Cherry blossoms lined the cobblestone pathways, leading to a koi pond with a gracefully arched wooden bridge. A small shoji-style teahouse stood to the side, complete with sliding paper doors and tatami mats. The peaceful design exuded serenity, a contrast to the adventurous life Satria often led.

The European touches gave the mansion a regal air. Large arched windows allowed natural light to flood the interiors, and ivy climbed the stone walls, giving it the charm of a stately manor. Inside, chandeliers adorned the high ceilings, and marble staircases curved elegantly. The furniture carried a Victorian influence, with richly upholstered chairs and long, heavy curtains framing the windows.

Fatalis whistled in approval. "This is nice. I take it back, pup—you're not entirely useless."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," Satria said smugly.

The golden man rang the mansion's bell, and the door was opened by a maid with light brown hair tied in a French braid, her orange-yellow eyes sharp and commanding.

"Welcome home, Lord Satria," she said with a small bow, before turning to the golden man. "And thank you for bringing him here, Divine Sperm."

"Divine… what?!" Fatalis nearly choked with laughter.

"Don't ask," Satria muttered, now doubting his naming abilities in the future.

The golden man only smiled and waved as he left. "Good luck, Boss. You'll need it."

Her tone sent a shiver down his spine. "Why do I feel like I've just entered a trap?"

As the maid led Satria through the house, her sharp, commanding demeanor didn't waver. "Now, please follow me inside, you dolt, and be sure to behave like a good boy." Her tone was laced with thinly veiled annoyance, accompanied by a dangerous smile that promised consequences for disobedience.

Satria wasn't one to let such remarks slide. He scoffed theatrically, crossing his arms. "What a rude maid. Is this really how you treat your guests? Did my future self never teach you how to show respect? Unbelievable... simply unbelievable." His tone dripped with exaggerated exasperation.

The maid paused, raising a single eyebrow. Her smile twisted slightly. "You're the same as ever," she muttered under her breath. "A talent for being insufferable."

Fatalis chuckled in his mind. "I like her already, pup. She has the patience of a saint to deal with you."

Satria ignored Fatalis's commentary, his attention shifting to the house itself. The interior surprised him. The walls were adorned with pictures—photos of him surrounded by various women, including Kiyohime, Valiana, and Koneko, as well as others he didn't recognize.

"Huh," Satria muttered, scanning the cozy but tasteful decor. "At least my future self has good taste in architecture. Modest, comfortable… yeah, this is exactly the kind of place I'd want."

"And apparently," Fatalis teased, "you also have good taste in women. Look at all these wives you've collected. Quite the little player, aren't you?"

Satria groaned, facepalming. "What was my future self thinking? How am I supposed to survive dealing with this many women? Forget the battles—I'm going to be bankrupted by child support alone!"

The maid eventually led him to a large, welcoming living room where several people were waiting. Satria froze the moment he saw them.

Seated casually was his future self, looking far more composed—and smug—than Satria was comfortable admitting. Surrounding him were six women, each stunning in her own way:

Kiyohime, elegant as ever in her kimono, radiating grace with her soft smile.

A beautiful woman with long white hair and purple eyes, clad in a sharp, futuristic uniform. Her tech-adorned jacket and confident demeanor gave her an aura of a tactician or commander.

A blue-haired woman with vibrant yellow eyes. Her calm, knowing smile carried an air of immense power.

A pearl-white-haired beauty with eyes like shimmering diamonds. The aura of a dragon radiated from her—strong, ancient, and proud.

A dark blue-haired twin-tailed woman who winked at him playfully, exuding a mischievous charm.

Finally, a regal woman with golden hair, her presence commanding attention. She carried an air of royalty and divinity.

Satria blinked. "What in the ever-loving hell? Future me… What have you done?!"

The future Satria sighed, rubbing his temples. "Can you stop ogling my wives, past me? Or should I send you straight to an isekai with a yaoi theme? Don't think I won't."

The women either chuckled or rolled their eyes, clearly used to this dynamic.

Satria raised an eyebrow. "Yaoi? Are you insane? Also, let's address the real issue here. How in the world did any of these girls fall for you—err, me?" He gestured dramatically to the women. "I demand an explanation!"

Kiyohime chuckled softly, covering her mouth with her sleeve. "You're as dramatic as always, my dear."

The white-haired tactician adjusted her jacket, eyeing him critically. "Honestly, I'm wondering that myself."

The blue-haired woman laughed lightly, her voice melodic. "I think it's because you're both equally hopeless."

Future Satria glared at his past self. "First of all, I'm not explaining anything to you. Second, maybe you should be asking yourself why you're such an idiot for not realizing how great I am. I mean, look at me."

Satria groaned, throwing his hands in the air. "You're insufferable. I'd hate an idiot like you if you weren't me!"

The two Satrias launched into a back-and-forth that left everyone either amused or exasperated.

To be continued.