"Ding. Detected: massive energy artifact. Absorption will grant one random Vice-President-level hero summon."
Aiden Cross turned the blue gem in his fingers—the Space Stone. Nearly one-sixth of the universe's primal power rested inside it.
If it had been the Time Stone or Reality Stone, he might have kept it for personal use.
But the Space, Mind, Power, and Soul Stones? Their abilities meant little to him now.
Converted into pure energy, they were far more valuable—as fuel to summon a Vice-President-class combatant.
"Absorb it."
The gem dissolved into streams of pale blue light and flowed into the President's Ring.
A stone that normally required the violent clash of all Infinity Stones to shatter was reduced to something as fragile as glass in the Ring's grasp.
Ding. Initiating random Vice-President hero summon.
A list of few names flashed before him:
Doraemon — Robot CatSaitama — One Punch ManRomani — King SolomonAurelion Sol — Star ForgerZeno — Omni-King
Any one of them could overturn the balance of the world.
Whichever appeared, Aiden Cross's unique ability would immediately elevate him to true President-class might.
"Begin."
The selector blurred too fast to track—even with peak physical perception.
He stopped trying to "cheat" and let fate decide.
Ding. Congratulations. Summoned Vice-President Hero: Doraemon.
"…Doraemon, huh."
Aiden Cross felt no surge of power in his body.
Of course not.
Doraemon didn't reach this level through raw strength or psychic force.
He reached it through something far more absurd—
props.
If those tools truly came from just two hundred years in the future, that would make no sense.
A gadget like the What-If Phone Booth could rewrite universal laws—or end the universe with a call. If such things were mass-produced, the cosmos should have collapsed ages ago.
Which meant only one conclusion:
Doraemon was not a mere future robot.
He was something from a higher dimension entirely.
A pink door appeared out of thin air.
Doraemon stepped through cheerfully, then tucked the Anywhere Door back into his four-dimensional pocket.
"Yo, President!"
A blade flashed.
Aizen had his sword at Doraemon's neck in an instant.
"Easy, easy! I'm the new guy!"
"Stand down, Aizen," Aiden Cross said. "This is the Hero Association's first Vice President—Doraemon."
Aizen lowered the blade, frowning slightly.
"With respect… this blue creature seems rather weak."
He wasn't wrong.
Without gadgets, Doraemon's combat level was that of a normal adult.
But that didn't matter.
His strength was in the endless arsenal inside that pocket.
And no one except Aiden Cross and Doraemon could take anything out of it—not even the simplest bamboo-copter.
"Don't doubt it," Aiden Cross said lightly. "You'll understand soon enough why Vice President isn't a title given casually."
He smiled.
"Now then… time to begin the A-Class Division Commander summons."
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