The glow from the screen bathed Kyren’s face in soft, bluish light. He leaned back in his chair, a half-finished energy drink sweating on the desk beside him, as he clicked open the newest member’s message in the chat group he’d just created.
At first, he hadn’t thought much of it—just another digital sanctuary for fellow anime and game fanatics to gather, to joke, to obsess over character stats and pixel-perfect cosplays. That’s what he expected when he saw names like Hatsune Miku, Megurine Luka, Kagamine Rin, and the newly joined Kotori Minami lighting up the member list. Surely, these were just diehard fans using the names of their beloved idol characters, like countless others on the internet.
But then he clicked the link Kotori had shared.
What he saw shattered every shred of his assumption.
The girl in the video wasn’t just cosplaying. She was Kotori Minami. Perfect voice. Perfect expressions. A presence that could only belong to the real deal. His heart skipped a beat, then two. Slowly, an absurd truth settled in like dust after a storm: every member in his group wasn’t pretending—they were the real idol songstresses themselves.
And that was when Kyren realized…
His chat group wasn't just some otaku hangout spot. It was a gateway. A portal connecting dimensions. An actual multi-dimensional group chat with the real avatars of idol universes.
It should’ve been exhilarating. A dream came true. But instead, Kyren’s eyes drifted toward the system panel of his group management interface, and his heart sank with the weight of cruel comparison.
“Other people’s systems,” he muttered under his breath, “come pre-loaded with God-tier functions—worldbuilding, creation tools, cosmic backstories. Mine?” He tapped his phone in mild defeat. “Mine comes with a detailed battery monitor.”
He sighed.
“They get divine support packages: food, housing, fame, fortune. Meanwhile, mine comes with three sacred denials: no meals, no lodgings, no road to success.”
It wasn’t just a gap between people—it was a chasm between systems. A universe of difference. Kyren couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry. Maybe both.
In the corner of his screen, the group number flashed: ④⑧②⑦⑥⑤⑦⑤②. A numeric badge of honor for what was possibly the most extraordinary gathering of pop-culture royalty in existence.
And still, Kyren sat there, dumbfounded in his chair, wondering how in the name of every anime trope he knew… he’d ended up as the host of this surreal, otherworldly social experiment.
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