After that, the heads of Zareen Kingdom represented by Queen Sharika, and Axevaria Kingdom represented by Axel and the girls, sat down for a long meeting.

Long enough that Fenrir and the rest joined in partway through after waking up and finishing their own preparations.

Their talks covered mostly the delegation of tasks, handing over control of various sections, passing along orders and "manuals" for the defensive implements, and distributing maps. In short—a full handover of the entire defensive fortress into the hands of Zareen Kingdom’s people.

Once the meeting wrapped up, Axel and the girls returned to the central building of the defensive fortress, specifically the room at the very top, to rest.

There...

"Girls... Can you let go of me now...?"

Axel had been rendered completely immobile.

He just sat there with a wry smile on his face as literally every one of his wives wrapped themselves around him from all directions. Eve, Fenrir, Ria, Nina, and Arianne.

The root cause was simple enough—the other two had learned what the remaining three had gotten up to with Axel behind their backs, and promptly demanded equality.

However, doing anything about it while in foreign territory, in what was essentially a public space, was so far beyond acceptable that he’d had to beg them to hold off until later.

So instead, he got sentenced to a group hug from all sides.

Though Fenrir and the two witches couldn’t quite hide their envy as Eve and Arianne clung to him for an extended period, which had led things to escalate into the current situation.

Now Axel had a fairly solid understanding of how an oak tree felt while being hugged by a dozen beetles at once.

He literally could not move a single finger.

Only once the "rest" period concluded did he finally reclaim his freedom.

"Now, let’s get the teleportation array set up!" He announced, immediately back on his feet.

For the location, they settled on somewhere not easily accessed, well-protected, and straightforward to defend in the event of an emergency.

The underground floor of the same central building fit perfectly.

Down there, lit by the steady glow of magical torches, Axel stood in the middle of the space and began his preparations.

It was his first time crafting something that required Mana Manufacturing, after all.

Thankfully, even with that unusual requirement, the auto-craft system handled it without a hitch—sourcing materials, working through prerequisites step by step, all the way to the final build.

The build time clocked in at roughly an hour—the longest auto-build he’d ever sat through. On top of that, it couldn’t be stacked and had to be completed one piece at a time.

Fortunately, all the individual parts had been quietly prebuilt during the time he’d spent being pinned down by the girls. Now all that remained was assembling them onto the ground, applying the finishing touches, and activating the whole thing.

All of them worked on it together, reading the manual provided by the system as they did.

"This piece here... Where does this go again?"

"Ah, Husband, I believe it goes here."

"My King, did I do that correctly...?"

With so many hands working together, the assembly ended faster than expected.

The finished product, however, was unlike anything particularly familiar.

This teleporter bore little resemblance to the one back in Witcheria, which was a straightforward magical construct.

Instead, what stood before them looked like something born from an unlikely marriage of mechanical and magical components—forced together and somehow making it work.

A raised platform, about three inches off the ground and five meters in diameter. Across its surface, complex sigils had been drawn using powdered mana stones, fixed in place with careful precision. The lines pulsed with a quiet, mystic white glow, fed with mana by a core installed beneath the whole structure.

Off to one side sat a control panel—considerably more elaborate than the simple controller from Witcheria’s interdimensional teleporter. More advanced in a way that was hard to pin down but immediately obvious.

"It feels like someone forced futuristic technology and magic into the same room and told them to get along." Axel remarked, looking over the finished result.

"Will it work now?"

Ria crouched down and poked curiously at the glowing formation, tilting her head.

Axel could only shake his head. "Unfortunately, for a safer transition, we need a matching teleporter installed on the destination dimension as well."

It wasn’t strictly impossible to teleport without one on the other end—but doing so came with risks.

Output coordinates deviation, landing somewhere unexpected, that sort of thing. And since Axel could already travel between dimensions cheaply enough using return scrolls, there wasn’t much reason to gamble on it.

"But before any of that—we need to name this dimension."

Since the teleporter would be added to a global list, a unique name was mandatory. Something to distinguish it from the millions—or billions—of other dimensions already registered out there.

Of course, this also meant exposing the dimension’s coordinates to the "debt collectors." They were the ones managing the list, after all, and they kept careful records of which teleporters had been built "legally" according to their ledgers.

Axel’s copy of the recipe had been stolen, which meant his teleporter lacked a unique manufacturing identifier—essentially a giant red banner waving at the world that said "I didn’t build this legitimately."

But Axel wasn’t particularly concerned anymore.

By the time any real threat materialized over that, he was confident his defenses would be considerably more formidable than they were now.

Their forces had grown significantly too, which made the prospect considerably less intimidating than it once was. Two dragons on the payroll had a way of putting things in perspective.

After a brief discussion, they started testing names.

Axel’s Garden—Already Taken.

Axel’s Garden00100—Already Taken.

...

Grandheimr—Already Taken.

AxevariaZareenFrontline(AZF)—Success!

Only after working through hundreds of combinations did something finally stick.

Axel genuinely suspected the list was giving him grief for being unregistered, given how random their choices had been. But with how many worlds existed across dimensions, it wasn’t entirely unreasonable either.

Once they’d cleaned up the site, half the group used return scrolls to head back to Axevaria.

There, Axel quickly scouted a suitable location for the second teleportation array—the wide plaza before the World Tree turned out to be ideal.

More open than the one in AZF, certainly, but no less protected for it.

Two dragons had taken up residence on either side, assigned specifically to guarding the new Interdimensional Teleporter. Anyone arriving with ill intent would become a light snack before they could so much as orient themselves.

Registering the name here took just as long as before, naturally.

It took fifty attempts before something finally landed—AxevariaMain0905.

With both teleporters standing and their labels whitelisted on each other’s systems, travel back and forth between the two should now be fully functional. Axel, naturally, wanted to test it himself immediately, but—

"No, absolutely not!"

"I don’t think that’s wise, Husband."

"Master, please let me handle the testing."

The girls refused in complete unison.

In the end, it was Fenrir who went first.

She stepped onto the platform, crossed to AZF, lingered there for a short while, then came back.

"Well?" Axel asked the moment she reappeared.

Fenrir paused, checking herself over—flexing her fingers, rolling her shoulders, running a quick mental inventory. "Nothing feels off. Seems like a clean success, Master." She declared, with the kind of confidence that didn’t leave much room for doubt.

The cost of a single interdimensional jump came out to roughly 150 mana—three Medium Quality Mana Stones. The Mana Crystal Axel had installed held a capacity of 50,000, which meant 333 jumps before a refill was needed.

And given everyone’s combined mana capacity, recharging it would be essentially easy to do and completely free.

"Perfect!" Axel grinned broadly. "With this, our foundation is set...!"