What's It to You If I Live Off My Own Self?

After transmigrating for fourteen years, Xide finally met the frail rich young lady he was destined to find. But... why was that person himself? What baffled him even more was that the chat group he'd just acquired was full of versions of himself. [Demon King: If you want it, come and take it yourself.] [Xi: Is a painting all right?] [Ruonawa: Take whatever you want. Help yourself...] [Herrscher of Finality: If you're not afraid of dying, go ahead...] [Acheron: Are you sure you want my things?] Looking at the versions of himself in the group, each more formidable than the last, Xide decided he would rather live off the frail young lady in front of him. But before he could enjoy himself for more than a few days, a bunch of girls from the main world kicked his front door in. "Unforgivable!" "Give me my little sister back!" With no other choice, Xide fled to the worlds of his other selves to lie low. But... "Now that you're here, don't even think about leaving~" Looking at the versions of himself who had apparently agreed to block the door together, Xide trembled. "Can we work this out?" Everyone: "No way!"