Isekai Alterealist: The Boy Shaped by Reality

16. History of Misery

Dian presumed too much when he thought getting snatched by some evil Goddess and teleported into a fantasy world was the most mind-blowing thing to ever happen in his entire life today, as clearly the fact that he is laid on the soft and warm lap of a girl pulled straight from the most beautiful painting one could find in a museum. Mare's two enchanting ruby eyes watched over him with a soothing light reflected in them, like what he imagine the warmth of a fireplace in the middle of winter would feel. Her angelic smile struck his entire body with an electrifying sense of attraction, and her milky white hands that caresses his head while smooth also felt like two hands directly pumping his heart until it beats like drums in his ears. The boy still can't believe that he is actually deserving of such a treatment, yet the girl insist that she does this for him despite his reluctance to.

It was already embarassing enough earlier when Dian buried his face and bawled his eyes out in her chest as if it's a treasure, now he is putting his best efforts to not stare at them from below and focus on her lovely visage instead. Getting this up close and personal with her really proved and cemented her as the most beautiful sight he bore witness to, captivating his body, heart, mind, and soul in the rapture that is her lap pillow. It's a medicine to a night of sorrows.

The boy can't remember if he ever laid his head on his mother's thighs just like this as a child, yet as she starts to hum a harmonious tone that enhances the motherly aura she radiates. What makes him deserving of this treatment? Why is he receiving this for? How does this benefit the girl? Of course this could just be a manipulative trick of hers, yet none of that matters now as all his negative thoughts melts away. His consciousness drifting into the joyful nirvana of her comforting.

[Hmph, how low of you to be bought by her cheap tricks, Papa. I thought you were a better man than that.] The girl chimed in suddenly in his head, not wanting to miss out on the chance to sour this experience.

He wish he could kick her out of his body or at least cut her off, which sadly is beyond what he is capable of doing now. It's possible that she was the one responsible for creating the illusion from earlier that made him see Mare as her, as he doesn't remember ever having mental problems so severe that his mind would trick him into seeing illusions, and he probably won't develop one so soon. Though he certainly feels some other kind of ailment creeping into his head. Nevertheless, he'll find a way to silence her, perhaps somehow using his powers?

She giggled a bit [Still trying to ground your sweet little daughter? How cruel, I am just preventing you from associating with the wrong women. Who knows what would happen if one of them becomes my Mama? They might end up abusing me! Albeit you do not seem different yourself, so be it. Challenge me all you want, but I will always come out at the top.] She taunted him cheerfully, as if she didn't just brutalize him for taking up arms against her less than half an hour ago.

If a game is what she wants, then a play is what she gets. Now that Dian knows these "Links" exist, he can finally put his hands on the table to experiment with it, and what better way is there to do that than finding a method to quite the annoying voice inside his head. He assumes that like Reality Bubbles, he'll be able to notice these Links once he's aware of them. For a while he considered the dangerous risk that might come with diving into such unfamiliar grounds, yet he used that liberating feeling of ignorance to brave through it.

The fact that she is hiding inside his body surely facilitates the telepathy, still Dian suspects that she added a Mental Link on top of that to achieve this result. With that in mind, Dian then closed his eyes to concentrate and searched within himself to find her Link to him, using the persistent bizarre feeling that her presence causes to navigate through these uncharted grounds. Looking inward using his mind's eye, if that's a thing in this world.