Outer Gate 7752, under the jurisdiction of the South District, was the South District’s premier den of indulgence.
At the same time, this place was also one of the outer gate cities under the control of the Demon Lord Alliance — Ouroboros — and one of the black markets they used to process their “spoils of war.”
At the top of a seventy-seven-story building, an unimaginably distinguished guest was being entertained.
Seated on the sofa, a handsome young man with black hair and black eyes, dressed in simple casual wear, sat with his legs crossed.
His expression was playful as he looked down at the lion-man and naga kneeling before him.
Ryo Amatsuki picked up the black tea at his side, took a light sip, and said with a smile:
“Hmm?
Where’s Leticia?
It’s been a while now — why haven’t I seen my knight yet?”
Under the invisible pressure radiating from Ryo, the naga’s human transformation technique was forcibly dispelled.
In an instant, she reverted to her true form.
A seven-headed naga, over three meters in length.
One by one, the naga’s seven heads lifted.
Each serpentine face bore an expression of very human-like terror.
Could she actually say that they had already gotten rid of Leticia — that they’d sold her off?
Leticia Draculea — a pureblood vampire known as a Knight of Little Garden, and formerly a senior executive of Arcadia.
A Demon Lord.
After the Demon Lords within Ouroboros had moved to destroy Arcadia, seized their banner, and either exiled or captured the vast majority of its former members…
Leticia was now an important asset of Ouroboros.
Precious cargo.
They only held custodial rights over her.
No authority to dispose of her whatsoever.
Now, someone from the upper echelons of Ouroboros had been sent to retrieve Leticia.
Gradually, Ryo was growing impatient.
He set down his tea and slammed his palm against the armrest.
“Say something!
Where is Leticia?”
But the lion-man and the seven-headed naga still didn’t make a sound.
They merely lowered their heads even further.
“Lamia.”
Ryo sighed in exasperation and waved his hand.
The golden-haired twin-tailed girl in a red dress, who had been standing behind him the entire time, flashed a sweet smile.
But in the next instant, the shadow behind her turned pitch black.
Countless blades of darkness extended from within it, like the jaws of a great dragon.
They snapped at one of the seven heads of the naga.
Blood, highly corrosive and toxic, sprayed outward, eating holes into the floor where it landed.
Even with one of her heads gone, the naga still offered no defense.
She merely kept her head lowered in silence.
The lion-man beside her seemed about to speak, but a single glance from the naga silenced him.
And just then, as Ryo was preparing to continue the interrogation — or rather, to lose his temper — an amusing voice sounded in his ear.
A moment later, a line of text flashed across his vision.
[Congratulations!
You have received an invitation to the Dimensional Forum.
Will you join?]
Staring at the Dimensional Forum floating before his eyes, Ryo narrowed his gaze.
So he did have a golden finger after all?
He’d assumed he was one of those transmigrators who didn’t get one.
Nothing but the clothes on his back.
A pure body-only transmigration into Little Garden.
Into the world of Problem Children Are Coming from Another World, Aren’t They?
— an anime and light novel series he’d seen before.
The only thing that even remotely qualified as a golden finger was the Spirit Rank of a Pureblood Dragon, granted to him by the Little Garden Central Core because of his sudden appearance.
As for how that came about — well, his abrupt transmigration had perfectly matched the defining trait of Pureblood Dragons as lifeforms “born from sudden occurrence,” right?
After all, who the hell transmigrates directly into the face of the Little Garden Central Core?
Even the Central Core itself hadn’t anticipated it.
If that didn’t count as a lifeform “born from sudden occurrence,” what did?
Still, although he’d been granted the Spirit Rank of a Pureblood Dragon, it was only the Spirit Rank.
He still had to grow into it.
So at the moment, he was in fact still just an ordinary person.
He’d only been in this world for two or three days, and he’d spent that time getting his bearings.
How much could he possibly have grown?
Beyond that, he didn’t even have any plot to reference.
Why?
Because as soon as he’d transmigrated, he’d been picked up by Ouroboros — the Demon Lord Alliance that had almost no presence in the original story — and had just sort of stumbled his way into joining them.
The plot that Sakamaki Izayoi and the others were involved in, meanwhile, was set in the ruins of Arcadia — in the now-No Name community.
So this was basically just starting an isekai journey from scratch.
But right now, Ryo’s attention wasn’t on the two figures still kneeling on the floor, nor on the invitation before him.
It was focused on the projection of the Little Garden Central Core that existed within his Spirit Rank.
There, words were forming under the influence of the Central Core’s power.
— Gift: Dimensional Forum.
Pureblood Dragon — one of the three great prime species, standing alongside Innate Gods and Star Spirits.
Were it not for their critically small numbers, Pureblood Dragons might even surpass Star Spirits as the foremost of the three.
Naturally, as a member of a race standing at the very apex of Little Garden, communing with the Central Core and receiving its revelations was no difficult feat for him.
Before long, a pure-white card appeared in his soul’s vision — its edges decorated with three dragons devouring each other’s tails.
The card trembled slightly, and lines of black text surfaced above it.
[Gift: Invitation to the Dimensional Forum]
[Rank: Two-Digit]
[An invitation from an unknown existence.
Upon acceptance, the recipient may join the Dimensional Forum, a cross-multiverse communication platform, and interact with beings from other universes.]
Reading the description, Ryo felt some of his interest deflate.
The prestige of this “Dimensional Forum” had just dropped through the floor.
“So it’s only a Two-Digit-ranked Gift.
Here I thought it might be something impressive.”
Ryo shrugged, then accepted the invitation outright.
He entered the ID he liked to use — [ID: Old Man] — and joined the Dimensional Forum.
A Two-Digit-ranked Gift didn’t mean the thing itself was comparable to a Two-Digit being.
It meant the being who made it was probably around the Two-Digit level in power.
Or at least had some aspect that reached that level.
And while a Two-Digit being was by no means weak — in the vast expanse of all worlds, one could even be called powerful, and such beings were not permitted to set foot on the stage of Little Garden…
Little Garden still had seventeen of them.
And within Ouroboros, the organization he belonged to, there were openly two such beings.
One of those two was the very person who had picked him up and taken him in as a younger brother — the only Two-Digit Pureblood Dragon in all of Little Garden, the World King — Kurma.
So, yes.
Ryo was a little disappointed.
But disappointment aside, it was still a golden finger.
Better to have it than not.
With that, Ryo turned his attention to the forum itself.
The interface was something like Zhihu or an old-school forum, though far more streamlined.
Just three sections: posts, private messages, and a personal profile.
And right now, it was obvious that the Dimensional Forum already had a fair number of active users.
The most active among them seemed to be someone called [I Am Not A God]?
[Conscription: URGENT URGENT URGENT!
Recruiting!
Blessings included!
Incredible status, excellent benefits, full gear, and a FREE full-body augmentation package!!!]
[Addendum: Part-time positions available.
Terms negotiable in person.]
“Holy shit!!”
Ryo, who had been casually browsing the posts, couldn’t help but blurt out a curse.
“This goddamn golden bastard is recruiting again!!”
[Golden Bastard (not really)]
Starting a new translation.
To be honest, I’m not really a fan of this kind of fanfiction—where the MC is way too overpowered and progresses too quickly—but I just love the Mondaiji fandom too much to ignore this story.
Plus, it also touches on Honkai: Star Rail and No Game No Life, both of which I really enjoy.
So here’s the translation—hope you like this story!
And I haven’t finished reading this fanfic yet, so I can’t say how good it is overall, but so far it’s interesting.