Chapter 2: I'm the Group Admin?!
The Eternally Seventeen-Year-Old Maiden:
"I just popped over to Eientei for a look. Doesn't seem like that woman's handiwork after all. So who exactly is behind this?"
The Eternally Seventeen-Year-Old Maiden:
"Disturbing this one's hibernation… the consequences will be severe."
Kaguya-sama:
"H-Hibernation? Do humans… need to hibernate?"
The Eternally Seventeen-Year-Old Maiden:
"Human? This one is no human. I am the Gap Yōkai — you may address me as Yukari Yakumo-sama."
Kaguya-sama:
"Y-Yōkai???"
Edward Newgate:
"Gurararara! A yōkai? I've sailed the seas for decades. I've met animals with intelligence rivaling any man's, and I've met the Mink Tribe — but I've never once encountered anything called a 'yōkai.'"
Somewhere on the azure waters of the New World, a colossal sailing vessel called the Moby Dick cut through the endless ocean, riding the wind toward the horizon.
A man sat in an enormous chair on deck, IV tubes trailing from his body.
His brow furrowed, then relaxed, then furrowed again — as though something was deeply puzzling him.
Slowly, he opened his eyes.
His gaze swept across the deck.
He looked at his sons — those familiar faces going about their duties — then turned his attention inward, to the strange thing called the "Dimensional Chat Group" that had materialized inside his mind. He mused quietly, "Doesn't seem like a hallucination. Even if someone had snuck aboard, my sons would have sniffed them out in a heartbeat."
"If nobody's using a Devil Fruit ability to mess with me… then what exactly is this Dimensional Chat Group? And who are these people chatting inside it?"
The man known to the world as the Strongest Man Alive — the one whose power could shatter the earth and split the sea — Whitebeard himself.
For once, even he was at a loss.
He'd genuinely never encountered anything like this before.
Just as Whitebeard was mulling it over, he noticed that someone in the Dimensional Chat Group — a user called "RawrSoFierce" — had sent several long messages.
RawrSoFierce:
"I know this might sound absurd. Completely unbelievable, even. But I need to say it — this is not genjutsu. It's not a Devil Fruit power. And it's definitely not some kind of advanced Earth technology."
RawrSoFierce:
"This is a chat group that connects dimensions across all of existence. Every one of you is a member who was chosen to join. Before you entered, you all received an invitation in your minds, right?"
RawrSoFierce:
"Believe it or not — that's pretty much the situation!"
As the first person to join the Dimensional Chat Group, Ryū figured it was his responsibility to give these members — who'd joined barely minutes after him — a proper explanation of what the hell a "Dimensional Chat Group" actually was.
And how did Ryū know all this?
Simple. While everyone else had been busy questioning reality in the group chat, he'd quietly slipped over to the "Group Info" tab and skimmed through it.
Then he'd basically just… read it out loud to everyone.
The chat went silent for a few seconds. Then messages erupted all at once.
The Little Wandering Planet:
"A chat group that connects all dimensions? I'm fairly certain this could actually be real! Before this, I was nothing more than a vague, muddled planetary consciousness — barely even aware."
The Little Wandering Planet:
"But after joining this group, it's like I underwent some kind of instant metamorphosis! I can actually think now!"
Kaguya-sama:
"P-Planetary consciousness?! Is this… a science fiction novel?!"
The Eternally Seventeen-Year-Old Maiden:
"Is that so? How unbelievable…"
The Eternally Seventeen-Year-Old Maiden:
"By the way — that 'RawrSoFierce' person up there. What do those small golden characters next to your username mean?"
Kaguya-sama:
"There really are golden characters… they look like they say 'Admin'? Wait… hold on — why can I read this?!"
Kaguya Shinomiya's brain short-circuited. True, she was an academic prodigy — top of her class in virtually everything.
But what was happening right now was a bit beyond the scope of any curriculum.
It didn't help that Kaguya Shinomiya had almost zero experience with the internet. When she went online, it was usually just to check tomorrow's weather forecast.
The result? She possessed an almost tragically low capacity for the kind of wild speculation and mental gymnastics that the internet demanded.
She was, in other words, the type of person whose imagination had no holes to fill — because it had no holes at all.
When confronted with something that defied everything she knew, she simply had no framework for dealing with it.
Meanwhile, Ryū — reading all of their messages — finally noticed the detail they were talking about.
There really were two small golden characters next to his username: "Admin."
Ryū froze. Barely daring to believe it, he opened the member list.
The name at the very top?
His. With the word "Admin" gleaming right beside it.
"I'm… the Admin of the Dimensional Chat Group? Because I was the first one in?"
He swallowed hard. Let's review the roster here: one member was the literal consciousness of a planet. One was a legendary pirate whose name shook the seas. One was the pampered young lady of one of the most powerful families in her world. And one was a yōkai who'd been alive for god knows how many millennia.
And somehow, all of that pressure had just landed squarely on the shoulders of one poor, helpless, utterly ordinary transmigrator.
He was now their Admin.
Was the universe trying to give him a heart attack?!
The Eternally Seventeen-Year-Old Maiden:
"'Admin' — that should be short for 'Administrator of the Dimensional Chat Group,' correct? To construct a chat network that links dimensions across all of reality… how impressive."
Edward Newgate:
"Gurararara! All dimensions? Other worlds, you say?"
Kaguya-sama:
"This is simply too fantastical!"
The Eternally Seventeen-Year-Old Maiden:
"My Gap ability also involves spatial manipulation, but piercing through the walls between worlds is something even I could never hope to achieve."
The Eternally Seventeen-Year-Old Maiden:
"Which means the one who holds the title of Admin has likely been training their power for tens of thousands — perhaps hundreds of thousands — of years. An ancient great yōkai beyond anything I've ever encountered!"
The Little Wandering Planet:
"I'm roughly a few billion years old myself, and even I don't possess the ability to link worlds together. If I did, I wouldn't have needed to spend all that time drifting around the solar system."
The Eternally Seventeen-Year-Old Maiden:
"A f-few… BILLION years old?!!"
A certain yōkai who'd been alive for untold millennia suddenly felt very, very young.
The existence of the Dimensional Chat Group was, without question, almost impossible to believe. And yet it was undeniably, irrefutably real. No matter how much the members struggled to accept it, the reality of the situation refused to budge.
As the group members gradually came to terms with the concept and began chatting enthusiastically among themselves, the newly — and inexplicably — appointed Admin had gone completely silent.
Ryū was busy.
He was methodically combing through every corner of the chat group — Group Info, Group Features, settings, descriptions — turning over every stone, reading every explanation multiple times.
When you stumble upon something this extraordinary, the natural thing to do is figure out exactly how it works.
After what felt like an eternity, Ryū slowly let out a long breath.
"It's not one of those cliché cheat systems… but this chat group is something else entirely."
He shook his head in quiet disbelief.
"This thing is seriously broken."