Under the barrage of disdainful looks from the others, My Idol Seiya felt so embarrassed he wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.
In truth, it wasn't as if he'd never considered "experiencing" the darker side of the entertainment industry—letting himself fall a little into temptation.
But in matters of his private life, both Yuko and Ayako watched over him like hawks.
He never had the chance to commit any "crimes."
As for the idea of turning his filial piety into something… indecent? Forget it. That kind of thought was better left as fantasy.
After all, his world was a normal world, not an H-type world.
If he ever got caught and punished, he'd be done for.
"Man, I'm jealous," said Tokyo Ravens Seiya. "You ended up in a romance-world setting. With the power you've got now, you could practically rule that world.
We're all Seiyas, but while you're busy flirting and filming dating shows, the rest of us have to worry about survival!
If you know the plot, fine—but in an unknown fantasy world? Every step's a gamble!"
Jujutsu Seiya nodded in agreement.
They'd all shared memories by now, and from what everyone saw, the only one in real danger was Sword Art Seiya.
The others were basically living "main character" lives in their respective worlds.
My Idol Seiya, for example—if he returned to his own world and avoided drawing government attention, as long as he didn't use his "Truth" weapon carelessly, he'd already be humanity's strongest being.
He could practically walk sideways anywhere he wanted.
Prince of Tennis Seiya wasn't far behind either.
All he did was play tennis, but he was already just one step away from achieving "World-Ending Tennis."
As for Digimon Seiya and Minecraft Seiya… their power levels were still trash-tier in their worlds.
But hey, at least they were the strongest in their respective categories—the strongest rookie Digimon and the strongest block miner.
The Tokyo Ravens world wasn't that bad, actually.
After gaining physical skills, swordsmanship, cursed energy, and life-burning resistance abilities, Tokyo Ravens Seiya had a decent footing now.
But Jujutsu Seiya's world was another story.
Sure, those new powers made him several times stronger, but they were still far from enough to guarantee survival.
Forget about Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses—even if a single Special Grade sorcerer or curse user opened their Domain Expansion, unless Jujutsu Seiya used Minecraft Seiya's "Damage Nullification," he'd be a goner instantly.
Luckily, in his world, the main Jujutsu Kaisen storyline hadn't started yet.
If more powerful Seiyas appeared in the Dream Nexus during that time, maybe he'd be able to go full hack-mode in his world.
After all, compared to worlds like Prince of Tennis or Sword Art Online, the Jujutsu world was definitely more dangerous—
but in the grand scheme of the multiverse, it still wasn't that high-tier.
If one day a Saiyan monkey or some ancient Dao Patriarch dropped by that world, Ryomen Sukuna himself would be the one kneeling and calling them "Daddy."
Aincrad, 25th Floor – Gildestan.
As one of the few large cities in the floating castle, Gildestan had become a hub for players once the floor was conquered.
Many chose to set up guild bases or shops there.
Seiya's Wenren Trading Company was among the largest and most prosperous businesses in the entire city.
After returning from the Dream Nexus, Seiya woke up in his bed and slowly descended the stairs.
The shop he rented had two floors—the upper floor served as his living space, while the lower one was designed as the storefront.
Just as he reached the first floor, a familiar voice called out to him.
When he looked over, he saw a cheerful little blonde girl, about ten years old, wearing a maid outfit.
"Good morning, Seiya-oniichan!" she greeted brightly.
Looking at the energetic little girl, Seiya turned toward the counter, where an elderly man in his fifties was standing.
"Old man Mikawa," Seiya sighed. "Didn't I tell you and Mei not to come in so early every day?
You're gonna make me look like some heartless sweatshop boss exploiting old men and minors."
Before the old man could respond, the blonde girl puffed up her cheeks and marched over.
"Whoever says bad things about Seiya-oniichan must be a bad person!
I wanted to come early to help, it's not Grandpa's fault.
Besides, if I come early, I get to see Seiya-oniichan sooner!"
Hearing that, Seiya could only sigh helplessly, but seeing her expectant face, he reached out and gently patted her head.
Old man Mikawa and little Mei were actually grandfather and granddaughter.
When SAO launched on opening day, it happened to be Mei's birthday.
Her father had promised to play with her, but due to urgent work at his company, he had to leave at the last minute.
Not wanting his granddaughter to be disappointed, sixty-year-old Mikawa logged into SAO in his son's place.
The result, of course, was tragic—they both got trapped in the game like everyone else.
Unlike most of the trapped players, who were young and strong, the two of them were at opposite ends of the age spectrum—one a little girl, the other an elderly man.
What chance did they have fighting monsters in such a world?
In SAO, once your HP bar hit zero, you died for real.
Surviving was already hard enough for regular players, but for them, it was practically nightmare difficulty.
Eventually, when they were out of options, they heard rumors that the Wenren Trading Company offered loans and aid—so they came to Seiya for help.
Seeing the two of them—a frail old man and a small child—Seiya couldn't stand the thought of them dying to monsters.
And since his store happened to be short on staff, he hired them both.
"Seiya-oniichan, someone came looking for you," Mei said sweetly, handing him a cup of tea.
"I didn't let him disturb your rest, so he's been waiting for a while."
Following her pointing finger, Seiya's eyes fell on a familiar black-clad figure sitting in the guest area.
A grin tugged at the corner of his lips. "Well, well, isn't this the famous Black Swordsman himself?
To what do we owe the honor of having a top-tier raider visit our humble little shop?"
Hearing that teasing tone, Kirito frowned.
"Don't give me that," he shot back. "Unlike a certain big boss, I don't get to sleep till noon surrounded by cute little maids.
Tell me, does Asuna—or maybe Suguha—know you're a total lolicon?"
Seiya smirked. Kirito's sarcasm was clearly improving—otherwise, with Seiya's level of verbal poison, he'd get roasted every time.
(End of Chapter)