Agung raised his hands in a frantic "stop" gesture, his palms glowing with a faint, unintended golden light from the sheer panic surging through his mana circuits.
"Wait! Wait a minute!" he yelled, his voice cracking. "I think there's been a massive, interdimensional misunderstanding! I'm not your Agung. I mean, I am Agung Wibowo, but I literally just got here! Like, five minutes ago! I was in 2026—wait, no, I was in Pekalongan—and then this truck, it... it kissed me! Truck-kun! I met an Operator in a hoodie!"
The silence that followed was heavy enough to crush a car.
Maki stared at him, her eye twitching.
"Truck-kun? An... Operator?"
"Yes!" Agung nodded vigorously, his slightly chubby cheeks wobbling. "I made a deal! I was supposed to go back to 2013 to see you all start out! I asked for a quadrillion dollars and Creation Magic to be the ultimate fan, but that glitchy brat sent me to the wrong year! I don't even know how I ended up married to you six! I've been dead for the last ten minutes!"
Nico stepped forward, pointing a sharp, manicured finger at his chest. "Oh, so that's your play? An Isekai excuse? You're going to look your six wives in the eye and tell us you're a 'reincarnated' version of yourself because you're too much of a coward to admit you ran away to gamble in Macau or whatever you were doing?!"
"It's not an excuse! Look!" Agung concentrated. He tried to imagine something simple—a peace offering. A bouquet of flowers. The most expensive, rarest blue roses in existence.
With a soft poof and a shower of golden sparks, a massive, shimmering bouquet of crystalline blue roses appeared in his hands. They weren't plastic; they were real, pulsing with a faint magical glow, and smelled like a dream.
"See? Creation Magic!" Agung gasped, thrusting the flowers toward Kotori. "I literally just made these out of thin air! A normal deadbeat husband can't do that, right?"
Nozomi narrowed her eyes, drawing a single card from her deck. It wasn't a tarot card; it was a credit card—specifically, a joint account card with Agung's name on it.
"Magic or not," Nozomi said, her voice dropping an octave into a tone that promised pain, "the 'spiritual' connection doesn't lie, Agung-kun. And neither do the marriage certificates in my shrine office. If you have the power to create anything, why didn't you 'create' a phone call three years ago?"
"I didn't exist here three years ago!" Agung wailed.
From the cafe, Honoka let out a loud, theatrical gasp. "Wow! He's even bringing out the 'magical amnesia' trope! That's a bold move, Rin-chan!"
"He's totally committed to the bit, nya!" Rin shouted back, holding her phone high to catch Agung's sweating face in 4K. "Maybe he'll try to 'teleport' away next!"
Eli stepped into Agung's personal space, her height making the slightly chubby 35-year-old feel very small. She looked at the crystalline roses and then back at him.
"You have a quadrillion dollars, you say?" Eli asked, her voice dangerously smooth.
"Yes! Non-decreasing! I can buy... I can buy the whole Kanda district right now!" Agung fumbled for his black card.
"Good," Eli replied, a cold, predatory smile spreading across her face. "Because you have three years of backdated child support, alimony, and emotional damages to pay for six different households. Since you're a 'God' now, I'm sure the paperwork won't be an issue."
Agung felt a cold sweat run down his neck. The Creation Magic was powerful, and the money was infinite, but as Umi began to roll up her sleeves with a look of practiced martial arts discipline, he realized the "Isekai Operator" hadn't just messed up the date.
He had dropped Agung into a boss fight where "winning" was impossible.
"So," Maki said, crossing her arms and stepping over the discarded magical roses. "Are you going to keep playing 'Protagonist,' or are you going to come home and explain to us why the cat has more loyalty than you do?"