The air in the room didn't just grow cold; it ionized. The soft glow of the golden mana Agung had summoned flickered, competing with the harsh, sterile blue light bleeding from the Isekai Operator's projection.
Agung didn't look at the hologram. He didn't even blink. Instead, he felt a sudden, fierce heat radiating from his chest—not the calculated power of a god, but something far more primal. It was the heat of a man who had finally found the one thing in the multiverse worth guarding.
He turned slowly toward the flickering projection. His grip on the edge of the dining table was so tight that the polished wood began to groan under his fingers.
"You," Agung said, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous register that made even the battle-hardened idols pause. "You think this is a save file? You think these are lines of code you can toggle on or off?"
"It's a quality-of-life upgrade, buddy," the Operator drawled, picking at a digital hangnail. "You were miserable in your old life. I gave you power, status, and the harem you dreamt of as a sad little otaku. Why keep the baggage? Let's prune the tree. It's cleaner that way."
Maki took a step forward, her hand trembling as she pointed at the hologram. "You... you dared to suggest deleting our existence? You think *we* are just menu options?"
Before the Operator could offer a glib retort, Agung stood up. He didn't use a snap of his fingers this time. He simply walked toward the hologram, and with every step, the floorboards beneath him ceased to be wood and became solid, translucent starlight.
"You told me that being a god was about 'creation,'" Agung said, stopping inches from the projection. "You forgot that the most important part of creation is *protection*."
He reached out—not with his hand, but with the raw, chaotic energy of his Pekalongan soul fused with the celestial mana of his new form. He didn't hack the hologram; he grabbed it. He squeezed the blue light like a piece of wet clay, his fingers sinking into the data stream.
"Don't you ever," Agung whispered, his eyes flaring with a golden intensity that made the room vibrate, "talk about my family as if they are disposable. You want to see if I'm 'bored'? You want to see what happens when the fan finally stops observing and starts rewriting the script?"
The Operator's annoyed expression vanished, replaced by a flicker of genuine, glitchy panic. "Agung, wait! You can't—that violates the Isekai Clause 7B—"
"Clause 7B," Agung growled, "is now under new management.
With a sharp, final jerk of his hands, he ripped the hologram away from the connection. A sound like a glass chandelier shattering echoed through the dining room. Sparks of blue and gold cascaded like fireworks, settling onto the floor as harmless, fading embers.
The silence that followed was absolute.
Agung stood in the center of the room, his breathing heavy. He looked down at his hands—the hands that had been "squishy" and "marshmallow-soft" moments ago—and then looked up at the table.
Umi had dropped the steak knife, which clattered loudly against her plate. Hime was staring at him, her eyes wide with wonder, her tiny hand still holding a piece of Wagyu.
"Papa?" she asked, her voice small in the aftermath. "Did you break the bad man?"
Agung let out a long, ragged breath, the tension leaving his shoulders. The "Executioner" vibe of the women had vanished, replaced by a collective, stunned awe. He looked at his wives—at Maki's wide eyes, at Eli's shocked silence, at the way Rin and Honoka were leaning forward as if seeing him for the very first time.
He pulled out his chair and sat back down, picking up his fork as if nothing had happened. He looked at Nico, who was still clutching her golden skewer.
"I think," Agung said, his voice steadying, "that you don't have to worry about that trillion-dollar lawsuit anymore, Nico. The subscription has been permanently canceled."
He looked around the table, meeting the gaze of every woman who had once been a distant dream on a screen, and then at the three children who were now the center of his universe.
"Now," he said, forcing a smile that finally reached his eyes. "Who wants seconds?"