The chamber still trembled from the echo of her victory. Dust drifted lazily through the air, curling in the faint light of broken lamps. The metallic scent of sweat and adrenaline lingered like smoke after battle.
Riku Kazanari, the Rat King, knelt with one knee on the cracked floor. His head was bowed low, his grin replaced by something more solemn — respect. Around him, a thousand men stood in absolute silence.
No one dared breathe too loud. No one dared move.
The clang of Bia's boots against the floor was the only sound in the vast underground hall as she approached the central platform — the place where Riku once sat as king.
Without a word, she climbed the worn metal steps, turned, and sat.
The throne wasn't ornate — just an old chair of welded iron and rusted bolts — but in that moment, it may as well have been carved from gold.
The Goddess of Force now sat where chaos once ruled.
Her gaze swept across the room. Every man straightened as if an unseen hand had lifted their chins. The energy was no longer hostile. It was reverent — charged with the stillness of soldiers awaiting orders.
The Weight of Her Presence
Bia's expression remained calm, unreadable. Her aura had faded to a faint warmth now — golden threads of light drifting around her shoulders like motes of dust catching sunlight.
Her voice broke the silence, steady and resonant.
"You've fought well," she said softly. "You've endured defeat without shame — that alone earns my respect. But this—" Her golden eyes swept the room. "—is no longer the Blood Rats' den. It is the den of Dragons."
A ripple ran through the crowd. Men exchanged glances, hesitant, uncertain. But no one spoke.
Bia leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on her knees, her tone lowering just enough to draw every ear closer.
"I came here with a purpose," she said. "Not for conquest. For unity. My goal is to bring all four of the top gangs under one name — one banner — one fire. The Kogane Dragons."
The words rang out like a proclamation from the heavens themselves.
She rose to her feet, descending the steps slowly, each movement deliberate. The men before her shifted back instinctively, not from fear — but awe.
"I was sent here," she continued, her voice calm but commanding, "by someone I hold above all others. My lover." The word sent a wave of whispers through the ranks. "A human."
More murmuring followed — disbelief, confusion. A goddess with a human? Impossible.
But Bia smiled faintly, the golden light behind her eyes flaring. "Not just any human. He is the reincarnation of Sun Wukong — the Monkey King."
That name hit the room like thunder.
Even the walls seemed to hum at the weight of it. Eyes widened. Mouths parted.
Every man in the slums knew the name — every child, every fighter, every believer of myth. The Monkey King. The god who defied Heaven itself. The warrior who shattered armies and bent fate to his will.
And this woman — this divine being who had just brought a thousand men to their knees — claimed him as her lover.
Whispers rippled through the crowd, but no one dared interrupt her. Bia's tone softened slightly.
"He sent me here to prepare," she said. "To unite these streets under one name. To forge a power strong enough to reshape this city. The slums have suffered too long under divided banners — the time has come for one name, one symbol, one will."
She lifted a hand. Golden light flared between her fingers, swirling upward into the air. It took the shape of a dragon coiling in luminous threads above them — golden, radiant, alive.
The men gazed upward, transfixed. The light reflected in their wide eyes, awe swallowing disbelief.
"That name," she said, her voice steady as thunder, "is Kogane Dragons."
The room fell completely still. Then — one by one, the men dropped to their knees. The sound of a thousand bodies kneeling in unison filled the underground chamber like a wave.
Riku was the first to speak. "Commander," he said quietly. "We are yours."
The others followed, voices overlapping, echoing through the tunnels like a sacred chant.
"Commander!" "Commander!" "Commander!"
Bia let the chant continue for a moment, eyes closed, listening. The vibration of loyalty — pure and raw — resonated in her chest.
When the sound finally faded, she opened her eyes again, her tone soft but commanding.
"Good. From this moment on, your old name is gone. You are Dragons. Your past is buried in the dark. Rise — as one."
They stood, taller than before. No longer rats. No longer shadows. Something new gleamed in their posture — pride.
Bia's gaze softened as she looked around the vast underground base.
"I like this place," she said, a small smile curling her lips. "It's secure. Hidden. Strong."
She turned to Riku. "We'll use this as our new headquarters."
Riku blinked, then nodded. "You want us to stay here?"
"I want all of us to stay here," she said. "The Dragons are one now — no more separate dens. Vice Commander, take some of your men and fetch the others from the Bulldogs' compound. Bring them here."
Ren bowed silently, eyes burning with newfound purpose, and in a blur of motion, he was gone.
Bia stood at the base of the stairs, watching the men in silence as they began to reorganize — quietly, efficiently, as if instinct already told them they were under divine command.
Two minutes passed before Ren returned — with Drex, Ty, and the entire Bulldog contingent at his back.
The moment they entered, both gangs froze, facing each other — one side wary, the other cautious.
Bia stepped forward.
"No hostility," she said simply. "You're brothers now."
Her voice carried like law — unchallenged. The air grew lighter, the tension dissolving as both sides nodded in understanding.
That night, the tunnels roared again — not with battle cries, but the sound of training.
Bia walked among them, golden light trailing faintly behind her. She watched, corrected, instructed. Every movement, every stance, every punch.
When she spoke, her words carried the precision of experience and the authority of divinity.
"Your speed means nothing if you lack balance." "Power comes from stillness, not anger." "Every strike must have purpose — every movement, intent."
She moved among them like a silent flame — striking a stance here, correcting a grip there, her hands occasionally glowing as she guided energy through their motions.
Men who had once fought each other now sparred side by side. The Bulldogs and the Blood Rats — united under one banner, one goddess.
By dawn, the slums had changed again. The tunnels that once reeked of oil and decay now pulsed with a new rhythm — the heartbeat of something greater.
Bia stood at the edge of the training floor, watching her new army move as one. Her eyes gleamed faintly gold under the dim light.
Zumi… the first stone is laid, she thought. When the others fall, this city will kneel before your name.
Behind her, the men trained harder, faster, louder — their voices rising like the sound of forging steel.
And in that dark underground, where rats once ruled, the Dragons were born.
Meanwhile, on Zumi's Side, the golden monastery was still.
Incense smoke curled like threads of fate around Zumi as he stood between the two beautiful ladies who had pledged everything to him — Serafina, reborn in darkness, and Hina, steady flame incarnate. The world around them hummed with quiet divinity, the echo of Hell's collapse fading into nothing.
For the first time in hours, Zumi exhaled.
The faintest smile crossed his lips.
Serafina, now whole, pressed a palm to his chest, her eyes glowing faintly crimson.
"Your heart still burns like it did in the old days," she whispered.
He chuckled, low and warm. "And you still try to contain what can't be caged."
Before she could respond, a soft chime rippled through the air — clear, crystalline, unmistakable.
The golden geometry of Celestia's overlay unfolded before Zumi's eyes, a luminous pattern of floating runes and circular seals only he could see.
[Celestia System Notification] Subsystem: BIA – Goddess of Force & Strength — Mission "Unite the Slums" Complete (Phase I). — Gang #4 'Bulldogs' Assimilated. — Gang #3 'Blood Rats' Assimilated. — New Unified Faction Established: KOGANE DRAGONS. — Estimated Force Level: Tier Ω Mortal / Tier 1 Divine. — Awaiting Host Approval for Ascension Integration.
Zumi's eyes widened slightly, the corner of his mouth lifting into a grin.
"Well done, Bia," he murmured.
Another chime sounded, a soft pulse in the golden light.
[Celestia Speaks] "Awaiting confirmation from Host Zumi Kogane. Do you approve all of Bia's autonomous decisions and future subsystem directives?"
Zumi didn't hesitate. "Yes," he said. "Approve everything. I trust her completely."
The glyphs pulsed brighter. Celestia's voice softened, like the echo of a star breathing.
[Celestia Speaks] "Understood. All future actions by Subsystem: BIA will be automatically approved and supported. Loyalty synchronization confirmed."
Another layer of light formed across the projection — an unspoken message encoded in divine runes, meant for Bia alone.
Zumi's smile deepened. "And Celestia," he said quietly, "send her my words. Tell her… I'm proud of her."
[Celestia Speaks] "Message encoded. Transmission to Subsystem: BIA — immediate."
The light dissolved, leaving the faint warmth of approval in the air. Serafina watched the glow fade, her crimson gaze curious. "Bia?" she asked softly. "Another goddess?"
Zumi nodded. "A warrior. Loyal beyond measure. She's been building something for us while we were gone."
Serafina smiled faintly, the flicker of admiration lighting her face. "Then she serves you well."
Zumi shook his head, still smiling. "No. She doesn't serve me. She chooses me."
He turned toward the window of the monastery — a golden horizon stretching endlessly beyond. "And soon, the whole of the Mafia Underworld will follow."
Far beneath the golden skies, in the heart of the slums, Bia sat upon the throne she had claimed. The underground base hummed with quiet order now — no longer the chaotic nest of the Blood Rats, but the command hall of a disciplined army.
She leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on her knees, golden eyes tracing the motion of her men as they trained. Every sound was sharp, rhythmic, alive with purpose.
And then, the air shimmered.
A faint golden circle bloomed before her — the familiar sigil of Celestia.
The Goddess of Force straightened slightly, watching as the light unfolded into flowing words.
[Celestia Transmission] "From: Zumi Kogane" "Directive: All actions approved." "Statement: He is proud of you." "System Update: Full autonomy granted. Celestia Subsystem now synchronized with primary Host Authority."
The overlay pulsed once — warm, like a heartbeat. Then, softly, Celestia's voice filled the air.
"He has seen your strength, Goddess of Force. His faith in you is absolute."
For a moment, the iron walls of the lair seemed to glow with reflected light. Bia's expression softened — barely. Her eyes lowered, a rare glimmer of warmth flickering behind the usual composure.
He's proud of me.
The words echoed quietly in her mind, steady and grounding. For all her divine pride, for all the battles she had won, that simple message reached deeper than any praise from Heaven.
She lifted her hand slightly, golden energy gathering at her fingertips, forming a delicate seal — Zumi's crest, the mark of their bond.
The Kogane Dragons watched silently from across the chamber, their new commander sitting upon her iron throne, her aura pulsing faintly with divine energy that felt alive, personal, human.
"Commander?" Riku asked quietly from below, his arm still in a sling from their earlier clash.
Bia blinked, the glow fading as she looked down at him. Her voice was calm. "Zumi approves," she said simply. "He's proud of what we've built."
Whispers stirred across the hall — not disbelief, but reverence. The idea that their new commander was in direct communion with something — someone — greater than the gods they'd heard of filled them with awe.
Riku bowed his head deeply. "Then we'll make him prouder still."
Bia's faint smile returned. "You will. Because soon, we move again."
She stood, her shadow stretching across the hall. "For now, you rest. You train. You shed what weakness remains."
Her voice carried softly, but every word hit like commandment.
"We have two gangs left — the Iron Saints, and the Black Flame." "When I am done, there will be no four. Only one."
Her eyes gleamed brighter, a gold fire that seemed to see far beyond the tunnels and slums — past the rooftops, past the clouds. "To build a throne for the Monkey King," she whispered, "I will first turn this city into his kingdom."
Outside, thunder rolled across the night sky, golden lightning flashing faintly above the slums. Deep within the tunnels, the sound of training resumed — the clash of fists, the roar of purpose, the rebirth of loyalty.
And on her throne, bathed in that faint, divine glow, Bia closed her eyes and exhaled.
For the first time since her mission began, she allowed herself a moment of peace — because she knew, without doubt or question, Zumi was watching.