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In the futuristic, sci-fi-looking room bathed in pristine white and buzzing with a sophisticated atmosphere, we sat on a sleek white stool near the capsule bed.

The place was clearly designed as a hub for players to immerse themselves in virtual reality games using capsule pods as their primary interface.

Of course, for those who couldn't afford the full setup, the owner of the Multiverse Gaming Hub had thoughtfully provided alternative options, like VR helmets and glasses, to cater to every budget.

"Nero Claudius, Dio Brando, and Kamijou Touma—welcome to my world. This is where the fun begins." Shura's smirk was confident, almost predatory, as he stood before them.

His words carried a weight of promise, as though he were unveiling something truly extraordinary.

He gestured to the room around them and turned to Kamijou Touma with a knowing look. "Kamijou Touma, I believe you're already familiar with the term Virtual Reality."

"I am, boss...?" Touma replied nervously, his eyes darting around the room, taking in the rows of capsule beds that seemed almost too advanced to be real.

"Shura's fine," he corrected with a chuckle.

"This place isn't just for playing games. It's a gateway to full immersion, where the game feels as real as the world you come from. We offer 100% realism and absolute freedom."

"Of course, nothing here comes for free. You'll pay according to your world's currency. For Dio Brando, it'll be $200 per hour. Nero Claudius, I'll charge you 20 denarii. And for you, Touma..." He smirked, already knowing the reaction to come. "Since you're poor, it'll be 100 yen."

Touma patted his pockets, his expression falling as he came up empty.

With a shrug of regret, he admitted, "Unfortunately, I'm broke."

"You can still watch," Shura offered with a casual wave of his hand.

"Thank you, boss." Touma nodded gratefully, though his curiosity was tinged with uncertainty.

Was this virtual reality game really what Shura claimed it to be?

Watching others play seemed like a decent consolation, especially with the hype surrounding the promise of 100% realism and unrestricted freedom.

He decided he'd figure out the truth by observing—if Shura's claims held any truth, the reality would reveal itself soon enough.

Nero Claudius, standing to the side with her usual regal demeanor, shook her head in disappointment. "Argh, regrettable! I didn't bring any denarii with me, Shura."

She sighed dramatically. "I'm not poor, but I simply don't carry money myself. That's what my slaves and servants are for."

She glanced around, clearly frustrated that none of her attendants were present to bail her out.

For now, it seemed she would have to settle for watching, though the gleam in her eyes betrayed her curiosity and excitement to see if Shura's "new world" was everything he promised.

Dio Brando, who had been silent and brooding until now, suddenly smirked, his mood shifting into one of victorious glee.

The money he'd brought to buy a Desert Eagle—something he'd coveted for his schemes—was finally going to come in handy.

His curiosity about new world had officially eclipsed his plans for the gun.

"Boss, I've got the money you're asking for. I want to play for four hours," Dio said, pulling a fat wad of cash from his coat pocket and handing over $800.

Shura accepted it with a gracious smile, patting Dio on the shoulder. "Enjoy the game, lad!"

He handed Dio a VR helmet, which the blonde held with a raised eyebrow.

"Boss... why not the capsule bed?" Dio asked, his voice dripping with confusion.

Shura's smirk widened. "Capsule beds cost more money."

Dio's expression darkened as he realized that the $200-per-hour price tag only covered the helmet.

Begrudgingly, he accepted the fact, muttering something under his breath as he adjusted the helmet on his head. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but the promise of new world was too enticing to pass up.

Seeing Dio's darkened expression, Nero Claudius tilted her head curiously.

"Is two hundred dollars expensive, boss?" she asked, her tone light but inquisitive.

"It's equivalent to about twenty denarii in your world," Shura replied calmly, his voice steady as if explaining something obvious.

"He's poor, then," Nero mocked, her lips curling into an amused smirk as she cast a sideways glance at Dio.

Her green eyes sparkled with mischief as she took obvious delight in pointing out his inability to afford even twenty denarii.

"Well, I'll give you more after we're done watching Dio's gameplay, Shura," Nero added nonchalantly, brushing her hair back with an air of casual superiority.

Dio Brando ignored Nero's mocking tone and steeled himself, fixing his gaze firmly on Shura.

"So, boss," he began, his voice laced with an edge of annoyance. "I think we deserve a proper tutorial, don't you? I mean, we're completely unfamiliar with this new world you promised. You've barely explained the premise of this game. All you did was introduce the concept of a virtual reality game, but you've told us nothing about the actual gameplay."

He crossed his arms, his piercing eyes narrowing. "Also, don't deduct my question time from my playing hours. That's unfair."

"My bad," Shura said with a faint shrug, as if conceding Dio's point. "Let me explain, then. The world you're entering is completely different from yours. It's connected to Nero's world—the future of her world, to be precise. Britannia."

"You'll be playing in the Arthurian timeline. For this session, you'll take on the role of Sir Kay, the adoptive brother of King Arthur. You'll also receive some of Kay's important memories, enough to help you adapt to the role and the world you're stepping into."

"Wry…! Can this game also grant me power, boss?" Dio asked, his voice filled with a mix of hope and hunger.

This was the reason he was here—the allure of power, the promise of something far beyond his grasp in his ordinary world.

"You'll need to finish the game and beat it," Shura replied with a knowing smile that only deepened the intrigue.

"Watch me, then," Dio said confidently, his voice brimming with pride as he readied himself.

Without hesitation, he activated the VR gear, and his voice echoed: "Link Start!"

As Dio dived into the game, still stuck in the tutorial mode, Shura turned his attention to Nero and Touma.

"Use these glasses," he said, holding out two VR devices to them.

Nero accepted hers calmly, her face betraying mild interest, while Touma's expression lit up with excitement.

They both put on the glasses, and the live stream of Dio Brando's adventure in the Nasuverse began to unfold before their eyes.

On the screen, Dio Brando stepped into his new role as Kay, the adoptive brother of none other than King Arthur.

The medieval setting, with its rich detail and mythic atmosphere, came to life around him.

The grandeur of Camelot was a sight to behold, its splendor radiating for all eyes to admire.

The golden banners swayed in the wind, the air thick with the buzz of excitement and awe.

In the midst of the gathered citizens, a blonde-haired girl with striking green eyes stood tall, her presence commanding the attention of all.

She held the Caliburn Sword aloft, its gleaming blade catching the sunlight, casting brilliant reflections that made the audience's eyes shimmer with anticipation.

Beside her stood the Sage Merlin, his calm yet mischief demeanor adding to the gravity of the moment.

Meanwhile, Dio Brando, in his newly assumed role as Sir Kay, remained in a daze.

He stood there stiffly, like a misplaced piece in an otherwise perfect tableau.

The weight of the situation bore down on him as he grappled with the sudden flood of Kay's memories and the overwhelming reality of the world he had been thrust into.

It all felt too real.

The earthy scent of the bustling city, the rhythmic pounding of his own heartbeat, and the sheer weight of standing in what felt like the very center of the world—all of it crashed into him at once, an experience far beyond anything he had imagined.

But what struck him most was the girl—King Arthur.

Her figure radiated an aura of undeniable power and purpose, her every movement magnified by the collective reverence of the crowd.

As she stood as the focal point of the stage, Dio's hands balled into fists.

His resolve hardened.

He would not remain a mere supporting actor in someone else's story.

No, he vowed silently and fiercely to himself:

One day, he would stand in her place.

He would be the one at the center of it all.

Nero, unfamiliar with the legend of King Arthur, looked on with detached curiosity, her expression unreadable.

But Touma? He was already hooked. His heart raced as he watched Dio navigate the Arthurian world, eager to see how far Dio Brando could push the limits and twist the legendary timeline to his will.

This was no ordinary game.

This was a chance to rewrite history, and Touma couldn't wait to see how Dio would seize it.