What is this 'Dimensional Chat' ?

Chapter 81. Gift From Past

A moment of silence fell over the room as everyone waited for Satria to continue his untold story.

With a snap of his fingers, a shimmering blue sphere materialized around them. "Room," Satria declared calmly. "Shambles."

In an instant, the group found themselves transported into a grand meeting room. The sphere faded, leaving a lingering hum of energy that some, like Artoria, Kuroka, and Baobhan, couldn't quite grasp. The energy was foreign-neither mana, chakra, nor any force they could identify.

Meanwhile, Satria reclined against Selena's soft, comforting embrace, her presence grounding him as he absentmindedly patted Vaporeon's head. A faint glow of cosmic energy surrounded his hand, soothing the creature into a state of serene relaxation.

Kiyohime, ever the devoted wife, stepped forward with a graceful bow. "Danna-sama, allow me to serve something for our guests."

Satria gave her a small nod. "Go ahead."

Golden sparks flickered around his body, and with a flash, a perfect replica of himself appeared beside her. "You," he addressed the clone, "go with Kiyohime and ask Bobon to help prepare a banquet for our guests. Make sure it's something appetizing."

"Aye, Boss!" The clone saluted playfully before disappearing with Kiyohime to the kitchen.

Satria turned back to the group, leaning into Selena's embrace once more. "Now, where to begin? Hmm... let's talk about my religion first. Some of you may already know I'm a follower of the second-largest religion on this planet. Since birth, I've-"

"Second-largest?" Peter Parker interrupted, his curiosity piqued. "You mean Islam? I've heard about it on the news. Not to be rude, but... it's often portrayed negatively where I come from. I never bought into that, though. I've always believed that every group has good and bad people."

Satria smiled warmly. "You're wise, Peter Parker. Your family and your country are fortunate to have someone like you. If more people in America thought as you do, the world would be a far more peaceful place."

Peter's face reddened slightly at the unexpected praise, but he scratched the back of his head with a sheepish grin. "Well, I just try to see the good in people, you know?"

Kuroka tilted her head, her ears twitching in curiosity. "Nyaa! I never imagined you'd be the type to worship a god! What's Islam? I've never heard of it before. Religion isn't really a thing in my world."

The others from the DxD universe nodded in agreement, their expressions mirroring Kuroka's curiosity. For them, concepts like gods and belief systems were tied to tangible deities they could interact with, not unseen entities.

Satria family had occasionally seen Satria perform his daily prayers, but he never pressured anyone to join him. His only advice was simple: "If you're curious, read the Quran. That's all you need to do."

Artoria, ever the knight and seeker of truth, folded her arms and regarded Satria critically. "I, too, am curious. Why do you go out of your way to help people who have no relation to you? What is your true motive? Do you desire to be worshiped as a savior?"

The question hung in the air, and Satria fell silent, his gaze distant.

Since reincarnating into this body, his perspective had shifted. The fusion of his soul with Shin's memories often left him conflicted. Shin's life had been fraught with pain: abandoned by his parents, suspected to be the product of a one-night stand, and bullied mercilessly for being different. While his father provided financial support and a roof over his head, Shin had been left to navigate the harshness of the world alone.