Overview:

The Seven Acolytes, led by Captain McKinley (Benjamin), vow to stand united against any future metafictional threats—whether monsters or villains from TV, films, games, or comics that cross into reality. As a reward, they enter a dreamlike celestial realm of powder blue sky, blue-white meteor shower, and still waters, where they meet the very characters they once chose from the Star of Vis boardgame.

Roanne bravely takes the scholarship exam, determined to build a better future for her family through education. Oppa Rockstar (James) gathers his Kaleidoscope boyband to perform on the streets, their music igniting joy and wonder as they embrace their roles as pop-powered heroes. The Seven Acolytes attend their first global press conference, stepping into the spotlight as Earth’s new defenders.

In the divine halls of Olympus, the gods—led by Zeus—honor Sir Cerulean Arlentis (Topher) and the Acolytes for defeating Typhon and restoring balance to both Earth and the cosmos. As a token of gratitude, Hermes bestows Cerulean with a sacred new weapon, while the majestic Griffin appears watching over the boy as his Guardian Spirit.

“Together, we’ll stand against villains, monsters, dark forces—whatever may come, across any world, genre, or medium. For the greater good. Until order is finally restored and peace reigns in our reality. This is our pact. This is Operation: Crossover Infinity X.”

— Captain McKinley

It was a bright, cloudless day. Beneath the wide blue sky, seven figures stood together once more: Cerulean Arlentis (Topher), Love Fey (Allison), Bee Girl (Sophie), Spartan (Michael), Oppa Rockstar (James), Princess Ruana (Roanne), and Captain McKinley (Benjamin)—the Seven Acolytes, reunited.

“We thought we’d really lost you,” Captain McKinley said softly, his voice filled with relief. “But I’m so glad you’re here with us, Cerulean.”

Cerulean nodded, gratitude shining in his eyes. Captain looked out over his team, his gaze steady and determined. “I don’t know what lies ahead for us, but it’s likely this isn’t over. Villains, monsters, dark forces… they could come again. And I’m ready to defend our world. I want to know—are you still with me, as your commander?”

Ruana was the first to step forward, taking his hand. “I’ll always be by your side.”

“Brothers by blood; brothers-in-arms,” Rockstar agreed, clasping Captain’s shoulder.

“For the common good,” Cerulean vowed, his voice resolute. “You have my word, until the end.”

“I’m still not done punishing bullies,” Love quipped with a smirk, linking hands with Cerulean.

“You’re my team, and I’m with you all the way,” Bee Girl affirmed, taking her place in the circle.

Spartan grinned, crossing his arms boldly. “I’m game! Hell yeah! Let’s kick butt and get back into action!”

One by one, the Seven Acolytes joined hands, their faces set with a mixture of resolve and camaraderie.

“We’re all in agreement,” Captain said, his voice ringing out. “Together, we’ll stand against villains, monsters, dark forces—whatever may come, across any world, genre, or medium. For the greater good. Until order is finally restored and peace reigns in our reality. This is our pact. This is Operation: Crossover Infinity X.”

“Crossover Infinity X!” Spartan shouted with fire in his voice.

“Crossover Infinity X!” the rest of the team echoed in unison.

A shimmering blue-white light pulsed from their joined hands, and the scene dissolved into brilliant white. Overhead, timeless shooting stars streaked across a powder-blue sky, reflected perfectly in the still, pristine waters below.

“Where am I?” Bee Girl wondered aloud. “Where are we, Bumblebee?”

“I’m not sure, either.” Bumblebee, the small hovering robot, scanned the surroundings with his sensors flashing uncertainly.

A powder-blue sky stretched overhead, its meteor shower reflected pristinely in the still water beneath them. Bee Girl, the ‘sporty’ gal, stood with Bumblebee by her side, both suspended in this surreal space.

The sound of faint ripples drew their attention, and Bee Girl looked up to see another figure approaching—a girl with the same athletic build and honeybee colors, stepping across the water with identical running shoes.

“Who are you?” Bee Girl asked, her eyes widening. “And…why do you look like me?”

The other girl, dressed in a similar yellow-and-black outfit but with a ginger bob, smirked. “I’m no ordinary look-alike. You don’t have this edgy bob, do you?”

Bee Girl smiled, running a hand over her brunette pigtails. “Can’t say I’ve ever imagined myself with that hairstyle.”

“Bumblebee, you look happy with your new Master,” the newcomer continued, her voice softening as she glanced at the robot. “Maybe you don’t miss me at all.” She turned back to Bee Girl. “The name’s Honey Pollen, by the way.”

“Honey Pollen?” Bee Girl—Sophie—echoed, searching her memory. “Wait…are you the same Honey Pollen from the board game?”

Honey chuckled, nodding. “That’s right. All your powers, your alter-ego, and your half-honeybee self—they came from me. I’m the character you picked from Star of Vis – Seven Acolytes & Seven Worlds, the magical board game that changed everything.”

“It’s like the game coming to life,” Honey added with a wry smile. “But, Bumblebee, you really can’t recognize your old Master?”

Bumblebee whirred and tilted his head, clearly puzzled. “I…I don’t remember any of that.”

Honey waved it off with a grin. “It’s alright, I’m only teasing. Just stay the same rolling, crime-fighting bot you’ve always been, got it?”

She turned back to Bee Girl, giving her a sharp look. “I’ll be honest; you seem a bit…soft for a fighter. But I know you’ve got it in you—to protect the city, take on the bad guys. That’s what I did back in Arcade City, for Dad—the mayor.”

“You can do it!” Honey said, flashing a thumbs-up and a bright, confident grin.

Then, as suddenly as she had appeared, the scene dissolved into blinding white light, leaving Bee Girl and Honey Pollen’s shared moment hanging in Sophie’s mind.

Love Fey, also known as Allison, found herself alone in a dreamlike realm. The powder-blue sky stretched above her, with meteors streaking across it, their reflections shimmering in the still sea beneath her feet.

Suddenly, she noticed another girl standing across from her—a girl who looked almost identical. “Are you copying me?!” Love Fey asked, throwing a sharp look at her.

“I’m not! I really look like this,” the other girl protested, clearly taken aback. Her name was Sakura Minako, and she seemed genuinely flustered by the accusation.

“Girl, we both have blonde, wavy hair. We’re wearing the same love-themed accessories, even the exact same tiara! Our outfits—pink pastels, ruffles, ribbons, gloves, and boots—they’re identical! I bet you even wield a heart wand,” Love Fey said, her suspicion deepening.

“But I’m not a copycat, I swear!” Sakura insisted, her voice wavering with sincerity. “It has to be a coincidence that we’re dressed the same.”

A small voice chimed in. “It’s no coincidence. She’s you, but from an alternate reality,” explained Heartfilia, a magical talking cat with a heart-shaped mark and a pink ribbon.

Love Fey blinked at Heartfilia, momentarily distracted by the cat’s charming appearance. “What are you talking about?! And, darling, that ribbon is fabulous.”

Heartfilia continued, “It’s as I said. You’re both Love Feys, like looking in a mirror—only from different realities.”

“If that’s true, then she and I are one and the same… but also completely different.” Love Fey raised an eyebrow, her confusion giving way to realization. “Wait—I get it now! You’re the character I chose from the board game. I inherited your powers, your magic dress, your heart wand… even your identity.”

Love Fey softened. “I accused you, but I’m actually the copycat here—you’re the original.”

Sakura smiled, a gentle reassurance in her eyes. “It’s okay. I understand.”

Love Fey returned her smile. “You’re pretty, and we’re both lovely. I’m glad to have met you. I’d love to meet the other girls—Fae Sola, Fae Aqua, Fae Venti, and Fae Gardiner. You’re lucky to have your own squad! I remember them from your character profile on the board.”

“They’re my precious friends, each one of them,” Sakura replied fondly.

“And I’m rooting for you and Saber Cross! He’s the perfect knight-in-shining-armor type, isn’t he?” Love Fey added, her romantic side shining through with a giggle.

“Oh, he and I… we’re not like that. We’re just partners, helping each other fight the Witch of Lust,” Sakura insisted, her cheeks tinged with pink.

Love Fey grinned, amused. “I think I know who he really is.”

“You do?!” Sakura’s eyes widened. “Could you tell me?”

“Nope. That would spoil the surprise—and the fun,” Love Fey replied, playfully keeping the secret to herself.

“Cruel! I really want to know who he is!” Sakura pouted, her voice taking on a slight whine.

Love Fey chuckled to herself. I’ve read enough shoujo manga and watched too many magical girl shows to know that Cross is obviously Syaoran.

Sakura brightened, her usual upbeat energy returning. “I know there are bullies and enemies in your world. I just want to say… fighting! You can do it!”

“I will! I believe in myself, and I’ll definitely put those bullies in their place. There’s a reason why they call me ‘Brute Beauty,’” Love Fey replied with a wink, shaking her finger in playful defiance.

Both girls laughed, their laughter echoing in the surreal landscape.

Heartfilia, watching the two, smiled knowingly. These girls may come from different worlds, but they’re alike in all the ways that matter.

The sky was a dreamy, powder-blue expanse, streaked with the shimmering trails of a meteor shower that reflected perfectly in the still sea below. Oppa Rockstar, known to his friends as James, stood there, looking every bit like a Korean idol, though he was actually Filipino. A real Korean idol soon approached him—a young man with handsome, fair features, short black hair, and dressed simply in a long-sleeved white shirt and beige pants.

“I’d never wear what you’re wearing,” said the young man, Lee Seo-won—known in English as Yohan. He spoke bluntly, yet with a calm confidence. “That style is way too eccentric for me.”

James grinned. “I get it. I’m wearing a matching white jacket and pants with some gray and abstract patterns, an orange shirt with a sun outline, magenta visor glasses that connect two headphones with a mic, apple-green fingerless gloves, and bright yellow sneakers.”

Yohan raised an eyebrow, then nodded with a smirk. “But, I think you’ve given me an idea for my next concert outfit. My fans might just love it.”

James chuckled. “I only look Korean, but I’m actually Filipino. Even the fangirls back at school call me ‘Oppa.’ But you’re an actual Korean, and your outfit is exactly what I’d expect to find in a minimalist Korean department store… like Muji.”

Yohan laughed lightly. “Close, but Muji is actually Japanese, not Korean.”

“Oh, sorry. I thought it was Korean,” James replied, embarrassed.

“It’s all right. People get Japan and Korea mixed up sometimes—can’t blame you. We’re neighbors, after all.”

James looked at him, curious. “Hey, do you have superpowers? Because with that minimalist style, you kind of look like you could.”

Yohan tilted his head, intrigued. “Do you?”

“Actually, I do. You won’t believe it—I have music-based powers. I can even control the path of glowsticks I throw, like luck-based targeting,” James said, sounding a little proud.

“Wait, glowsticks, like concert gear? That’s… actually really cool,” Yohan said, clearly impressed.

James grinned, appreciating the compliment. “Thanks! But you’re amazing too. You’ve got that cool style, you’re an idol, and you’ve made it in showbiz. Plus, you’re a bit of a ladies’ man. Not sure how I know all that, though…”

Yohan chuckled. “You remember my character profile from the board game, don’t you?”

“Character profile? Board game?” James looked puzzled.

Yohan laughed it off and shifted topics. “Have you ever tried singing K-pop? Any boy band songs?”

“Not yet. The only song I’ve ever managed with my powers is ‘Go the Distance’ from Disney. In English,” James admitted.

Yohan nodded thoughtfully. “Well, you should give K-pop a try. If you’re aiming to be a true K-pop idol, you can’t skip the songs.”

James smiled, nodding. “You’re right. I’ll give it a shot.”

In a tranquil world under a dreamlike, powder-blue sky adorned with meteor showers and a still sea that mirrored the heavens, Captain McKinley—Benjamin, the young space ranger—encountered the aged spaceship commander, Mikhail Varshavski.

“Good day, sir. May I ask who you are? No disrespect intended,” Captain McKinley inquired, attempting to discern the identity of the older man.

“My name is Commander Mikhail Varshavski of the Peregrine spaceship. I’m sixty years old and Russian-American,” the old man replied honestly. “I commend you for wanting to know who you’re speaking with first.”

“Wait,” Captain McKinley began, realization dawning. “Are you saying… you’re the Varshavski from Star of Vis – Seven Acolytes & Seven Worlds? The character I chose in that magical board game, whose identity, weapons, technology, and spaceship became my own?”

“Yes, lad; you couldn’t be more correct. I admire your attention to detail. Your respectful approach also tells me you’re responsible and dedicated,” Varshavski said, clearly impressed with the young captain.

“How’s the crew doing? I’m curious,” Varshavski asked promptly.

“ROBO3000 is as efficient as ever, though he occasionally goes a bit overboard—bordering on madness, if I’m honest,” Captain McKinley replied with a smile.

“That sounds exactly like ROBO3000,” Varshavski chuckled in agreement. “And CleanBot?”

“CleanBot’s usually by ROBO3000’s side. I’d say CleanBot has an emotional range on par with a human being,” Captain McKinley shared.

“CleanBot truly developed a human heart and soul,” Varshavski nodded thoughtfully.

“And you’re taking good care of the crew? Of the Peregrine?” Varshavski asked, his gaze steady.

“Yes, sir. I take full responsibility for the spaceship and the crew to the best of my ability,” Captain McKinley assured him.

“That’s all I needed to hear,” Varshavski said, satisfaction in his tone.

Looking at the young captain, Varshavski’s expression softened with nostalgia. “Seeing you reminds me of my own glory days—before I ended up stuck in command. I used to travel light-years to explore different star systems, planets, and space stations, gathering intelligence, fighting aliens, and navigating complex interstellar societies.”

“And are you enjoying life as a young space ranger?” Varshavski asked, curious.

“I wouldn’t call it ‘fun’ exactly,” Captain McKinley replied. “But I find it mentally and physically stimulating to carry out missions with my team and the crew.”

“Good to know,” Varshavski said, pleased with the captain’s measured response. “I’m confident the Peregrine and its crew are in capable hands.”

In another part of the dreamlike realm, where the sky stretched in a powder-blue expanse streaked with meteor showers, the still sea below mirrored the celestial phenomenon with pristine clarity. Spartan (Michael), a superhero clad in sleeveless maroon-red spandex, stood on the mystical waters. Opposite him stood another hero, dressed in identical spandex, though his was pitch black laced with crimson.

“Seriously? Why are you wearing the same outfit as me?” Spartan taunted, a smirk playing on his lips. “Changing the color of your spandex doesn’t make you any less of a carbon copy.”

The black-clad hero crossed his arms, his expression unyielding. “I’d rather be a carbon copy than parade around in that loud red spandex. You’re a walking neon sign. Good luck staying inconspicuous on a covert mission,” Kyriakos Sakellaropoulou retorted, his tone sharp and controlled, betraying a fiery intensity beneath his stoicism.

“Oh, so I’m supposed to go all ‘gloom and doom,’ like you?” Spartan shot back, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm. He straightened his posture, tapping his chest proudly. “Look, I might be eye-catching, but that’s because I’m unapologetically myself. Brave, bold, and always ready for action—that’s me. I’m hot-blooded, and my superhero career is just getting started. I’ll take down the bad guys, save the day, and show the world what a real hero looks like. Mark my words, I’ll be better than you’ll ever be.”

Kyriakos raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “I’d love to see you try.”

Despite his calm facade, Kyriakos felt a flicker of satisfaction. Deep down, he was glad to see the player who had chosen his character burning with passion, ready to embrace the mantle of a true superhero.

In another part of the dreamlike realm, where meteor skies stretched above and mirror seas shimmered below, Roanne found herself face-to-face with the true Princess Ruana from the Star of Vis boardgame. The two women were strikingly similar, sharing long red hair, a flowing dress of seafoam green and lavender, and a silvery scepter glimmering with lunar light. Yet there was one unmistakable difference: their origins. While Roanne’s bronze skin reflected her Southeast Asian heritage, Ruana’s fair complexion and sea-green eyes bespoke a world apart.

“You’re the true Princess Ruana of the Sea Kingdom of Atlan,” Roanne said, her voice tinged with awe. “I never thought I’d meet you.”

“We share more than powers, attire, and titles,” Ruana replied with a knowing smile. “You can also glimpse my memories—my life and the world I come from.”

Roanne instinctively dipped her head in respect. “Your Highness, it’s an honor to finally meet you.”

Ruana waved her hand dismissively. “There’s no need for formalities. Here, we’re just two people. For this moment, I am no princess, and you are no commoner. In secret, let us be equals—friends, even sisters.”

“Ruana,” Roanne hesitated before speaking again. “How is this even possible? How can our worlds be connected like this?”

Ruana’s gaze softened. “I am a character you chose from the boardgame. You’ve already encountered Christian the crab, Yonder the pufferfish, and Galileo the seagull. The Star of Vis bends reality. Anything is possible.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Roanne admitted. “If Greek monsters can appear in our world, and if we Seven Acolytes can fight them, then anything is possible.”

Ruana nodded. “Your gift is to read memories, and through it, you now know my story. I am Princess Ruana, eldest daughter of King Orion, ruler of the Sea Kingdom of Atlan. I was destined to marry the next Sea King, but instead, I fell in love with a sailor—Balthazar. He was from the land, living during the Golden Age of Piracy in the Caribbean.”

Her voice grew softer, tinged with melancholy. “But I chose duty over love. Balthazar does not deserve to be drawn into the conflicts of the sea. He should not suffer the wrath of my father. I wish for him to find happiness—another woman, a good one. To marry her, have children, and build a peaceful life.”

Ruana paused, her sea-green eyes shimmering with emotion. “Being the Sea Queen of Atlan means more than standing by the Sea King. While he wields the trident to uphold law and order among the merfolk, the Queen nurtures and protects. My role would be to create the dome and barrier that shields Atlan from invaders and preserves its peace. Together, we balance power: the King prevents wars between the Princes, and the Queen ensures Atlan’s safety.”

“For the peace and order of the merfolk,” she finished, her voice firm yet wistful.

Ruana turned to Roanne, her gaze warm and earnest. “I wish you true love and happiness. Do not let duty steal your heart as it has stolen mine.”

In a dreamlike realm of powder blue skies, a still sea reflecting the brilliance of blue-white meteor showers stretched endlessly, capturing the celestial phenomenon with pristine clarity. Cerulean Arlentis, the young paladin, stood face-to-face with the Pope himself.

“You’re the Pope,” Cerulean began, his voice both awed and curious. “The pure white robe laced with gold, the scepter crowned with a Christian cross—it’s unmistakable. But you look… medieval. It can’t be a coincidence that I’m here before you. Are you who I think you are—my character from the board game?”

The Pope smiled warmly. “Yes, little crusader, you are correct. I am an old man, having lived eight decades in service to the Church.”

Cerulean’s eyes lit up with recognition. “Since I chose your character and played Star of Vis, everything changed. Three years later, the dormant powers of the Ivory Luminary awakened in me. I became a paladin, joined the Seven Acolytes, fought Greek monsters, and answered the call in times of disaster. My companion, Cielo, an angelic beast resembling Pegasus, has been by my side throughout this journey. What an adventure it has been!”

The Pope nodded, his gaze distant as though recalling his own past. “I, too, have walked a long and arduous path. I was once an heir to a throne but chose the life of a holy knight. I forsook my kingdom for the Church, led its armies as a commander, and eventually became its head as the Pope. I have served in this role ever since.”

“Did you find the journey fulfilling, Your Holiness?” Cerulean asked, his tone filled with genuine curiosity.

“I truly did,” the Pope said, his voice steady with conviction. “I cannot imagine living any other life. And you, young knight? Has your journey been worthwhile?”

Cerulean smiled. “Yes, it has. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The Pope’s expression softened. “It brings me joy to know neither of us regrets the paths we’ve chosen.”

“Will you keep going, Your Holiness?” Cerulean asked, his eyes searching.

The Pope’s voice rang with quiet resolve. “I will continue to serve as the Pope of the Church until my final days. My life is my offering to God.”

“I know you will,” Cerulean said with unwavering confidence. “And I will continue to fight the forces of darkness for the greater good.”

He paused, a thoughtful look crossing his face. “But I realize now—I’ve never officially taken my oath as a paladin. Your Holiness, may I do so here, with you?”

The Pope’s smile widened. “I would be honored to receive your vows, little holy knight.”

Cerulean knelt on one knee, the surface of the water undisturbed beneath him. The Pope raised his hand, and a holy sword appeared, its blade gleaming with divine light. Unsheathing it, he rested the sacred weapon lightly on Cerulean’s right shoulder.

“Do you swear by God to defend mankind from evil, to uphold justice and mercy, to live by faith, and to walk in holiness?”

“I swear to God,” Cerulean pledged, his voice unwavering.

The Pope moved the blade to Cerulean’s left shoulder. “From this day forward, live by this oath and uphold it without fail. I, the Pope, am your witness. By the authority of God, know that the Lord shall always be by your side, and the Holy Spirit will guide you along the way.”

Cerulean bowed his head, his heart filled with purpose. As the Pope sheathed the sword, the still sea shimmered with heavenly light, a silent testament to the young paladin’s vow.