**Author:** (Admin) Galactic Emperor  
**Title:** (Important & Notice) Anyone Who Doesn’t Read This Will Be Banned Indefinitely.

Too many of you mocked me as an old-timer the last time I posted a joke, so I’ll keep this brief.

Do not tamper with the communication channels of the Dimensional Integration Community.

Anyone attempting to mess with it risks having their planet obliterated. Consider yourselves warned.

For those thinking, “Oh, I’m strong, I’ll be fine,” well...

Go ahead, those of you who fancy yourselves some hotshot—feel free to try.

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Comments from users flooded in immediately.

- **"Lol, the nerve on this guy! Haha!"**  
- **"He’s still the same old geezer, huh?"**  
- **"Is he serious? Haha, got under his skin, didn’t we?"**  
- **"Typical! Talks big, then says he was just kidding. Lol."**  
- **"(Comment deleted.)"**  
- **"Wow, we’re living in the end times, huh?"**  
- **"The legendary ‘it’s fine when I hack, but it’s a crime when you do it’!"**  
- **"So now he’s threatening to smash planets? Lol."**  
- **"Maybe he just doesn’t know how many transcendents are actually lurking here, huh?"**  
- **"Those ‘big ones’ that show up occasionally, right? Haha."**

Kaisha Winsler, the head of the Department of Magi-Engineering, sighed as she closed the community window.

“Haa…”

Her sigh was filled with a complex mix of emotions.

What kind of embarrassment was this? The admin’s ridiculous posturing was just beyond belief.

Hacking? Really?

She figured that most community users probably thought the same.

What was it called again? A status window?

Some users, supposedly those transported to other worlds from Earth, had reported gaining powers called “systems” or “status windows.” Among them was this admin, who apparently possessed such an ability. The Dimensional Integration Community did indeed have plenty of users with rare abilities beyond common understanding.

Of course, even among administrators, none compared in scale to the reach of the admin in charge of the entire multidimensional community.

Maybe he, too, was one of those ability-wielders.

But then again…

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**[Message from the Administrator]**  
- “I’m just a lowly nobody who lost to the Massaging Chair Master! Say it out loud, and I’ll lift your probation! Lol.”

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Someone who sent vulgar messages like that couldn’t possibly be that powerful… no, she was certain of it. Any delusion she’d harbored about him being extraordinary had surely been a mistake.

Kaisha glanced at the black, glossy massage chair at the center of the room. Her gaze wavered as if caught in a storm.

“Maybe… just for a little bit?”

Realizing her thoughts, she jolted back.

“Ugh…!”

Honestly, losing to a massage chair was irrelevant.

His condition was simple: as long as she handled her role as a mod diligently, he’d take her seriously.

“Still, he calls himself the Emperor… there’s no way he’d go back on a promise like that.”

So, the massage chair was just a trivial game, a wager of sorts.

Did you ever use this thing? Will you still have the same attitude after trying it?

She couldn’t shake the thought that it was all just a crude provocation from his base instincts.

“As if I’d lose to that thing!”

She took a sip from the cup on her desk.

The drink was called “Zero Coffee,” a popular item in the Dimensional Integration Community lately. Only users with VIP level 3 or higher could purchase it.

As a user who’d reached VIP level 4, with over 70 million karma points, she had spent a staggering ten million points to achieve this rank.

Since she suffered from insomnia, regular coffee was out of the question, making Zero Coffee the perfect choice. It was a stimulant with no side effects on the body, and it tasted excellent as well.

The heavy fog in her head began to lift, and her scattered thoughts gradually sharpened.

“Haa…”

Just a few days ago, she hadn’t needed help from a drink like this to get by.

But now, even with Zero Coffee, something still felt off.

Despite its high VIP level, Zero Coffee wasn’t a miracle drink that could restore her body.

“Hah.”

A series of sighs escaped her. No wonder.

Her body had already grown accustomed to the bliss of being free from insomnia, a state of full relaxation.

That comfort, that sense of relief.

The warmth and vitality it brought to her body after a tiring day—it was like feeling as energetic as she had in her youth. Just a single session had changed her quality of life.

The gap was so vast that she needed at least Zero Coffee to get through the day without the massage chair.

“Though the fact that I’m already dependent on Zero Coffee shows I’ve lost, doesn’t it…?”

She cast a wary glance at the massage chair.

It was truly a dangerous device, a trap she couldn’t escape after only one use.

There was an inexplicable sense of unease about it, as if it could deeply alter her, change her from within.

“And it… supports various… modes…”

Her cheeks flushed red.

Lost in contemplation over the massage chair, she was startled back to reality by someone’s knock.

“Director! The Crown Prince is here to see you…”

“Move aside!”

*Bang!*

The door to the lab burst open as a striking blond man pushed the assistant aside and strode in.

“Hmph…”

The Crown Prince, dressed in a black shirt adorned with gold embroidery, swept his gaze around the lab with a look of disdain.

“This place is still a mess…”

“…”

Kaisha snapped to attention at the Crown Prince’s critical tone.

His aura alone seemed to make the air feel heavy.

Not only was he of noble birth, but he was also a distinguished mage. A prodigy who had reached the seventh circle before the age of 30.

It was only natural that the surrounding mana would resonate with his emotions.

However, Kaisha showed no hint of intimidation.

“I didn’t expect uninvited guests.”

“Then why don’t you keep this place tidy to begin with?”

“I’ve had quite a lot of work, you know.”

She answered him with a cheeky smile.

While the Crown Prince was known for his fiery temper and aggressive nature—often in political opposition to her—currently, they were aligned in purpose.

She had no reason to cower.

She was, after all, a leading figure in Magi-Engineering, a status that afforded her a degree of protection.

“What is that, by the way?”

The Crown Prince’s eyes narrowed as he gestured toward the massage chair.

“…”

Kaisha’s mind went blank at his question.

What should she say?

A massage chair?

What would she say if he asked where she got it?

Her thoughts raced.

Though they were allies now out of political convenience, they had once clashed bitterly over the very existence of Magi-Engineering.

She couldn’t afford to appear weak.

But before she could come up with a response, the Crown Prince moved forward and sat down in the chair.

“T-That’s for… interrogation and confession research on prisoners…!”

“Hm.”

*Rumble…*

The massage chair, showing no loyalty, began to operate automatically even with someone else seated.

“…”

Kaisha had hoped calling it an interrogation device for prisoners would dissuade his interest, but it seemed she was too late.

“Hm…”

*Whirr—rumble—*

The Crown Prince, who usually walked around with a scowl like an angry cat, had his brows unfurrowed for once.

“Hmm… so, they provide this kind of luxury service for prisoners now?”

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, making it clear he saw through her lie.

“…”

“…”

*Buzz—whirr*

The Crown Prince flinched. She could see him struggling to maintain his expression as his facial muscles relaxed.

“Did I give you too much funding? I didn’t expect you to secretly develop something like this.”

“It has nothing to do with the budget, I assure you.”

Her face flushed.

“Oh? Well, it seems to work pretty well, so maybe I should…”

“No, you can’t.”

“What?”

“Absolutely not. It’s mine.”

“I’m not trying to take yours. I’ll just order one…”

“It’s a custom item, and I happened to come across it by chance. It can’t be reproduced.”

“…”

“Threats with the budget won’t change anything.”

“…”

The Crown Prince looked at her in shock.

Is she insane? I thought she was strange to begin with, but does she really expect me to believe that? It’s not like I’m asking for anything unreasonable… though, this device *is* amazing… but still?

He narrowed his eyes at her, clearly skeptical.

But she showed no sign of backing down, her expression resolute, as if they were back in the days when she’d stood against his calls to abolish Magi-Engineering.

The Crown Prince was about to rebuke her stubbornness, but…

*Whirr—buzz—thud—buzz*

“Hm…”

Suddenly, he felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him, melting away his stress from the demands of the imperial court.

…Right, this isn’t what I came here to discuss.

But still, we are partners… surely, just one…

His expression shifted comically, emotions flickering across his face.

“Uh… um…”

Her own expression was equally conflicted as she watched him.