<h4>Chapter 12: Finally, a ce to call home?</h4>
It started as a group of shadows pursuing him, yelling unintelligible things at him. <i>I can only hear their grunts, but I know they hate me.</i>
n saw himself running through brick corridors lit by torches. The ce reeked of blood and oil. Itsyout, strangely simr to the Santa María''s engine area.
When he came to a dead end, he turned around to face them, but no matter what he tried, the ck silhouettes in front of him were indiscernible.
Then, a giant hand rescued him from the hellishbyrinth and held him aloft.
n could only distinguish a pair of enormous cial blue eyes inspecting him as if he was an insect. "Don''t stare at me like that, you creep..."
He was put inside a ss bottle and got discarded, so that time itself would also forget all about him.
Sitting hopelessly while hugging his own legs for eternity fitted him. Written in cursive, abel on the bottle read: <i>''Forgotten.''</i>
"It should say ''unloved'' instead, but that''s okay too," he said to himself.
A girly giggle answered back soon after. "Unloved, huh? I could fix that..." It was a voice from inside the bottle, but n looked at his surroundings, finding nothing. "I''m here, silly, inside of you."
He stared at the crystal wall behind him, and the reflection stared back, but it was not his. A girl with red skin and golden eyes was looking back at him. She giggled again, and reached out a hand, seemingly escaping from whatever mirror dimension she had been sealed in.
"What the hell?!" he cried, falling on his back, as she crawled towards him.
"Hell? That''s what I call home, handsome." The girl grinned with ck-painted lips that contrasted with her white, gleaming pointy teeth.
Once she sat on his crotch, her long, red hair moved on its own like a group of silky snakes, tying him up.
Although captive, his fear quickly turned into arousal.
<i>She''s clearly evil, but I wouldn''t mind getting eaten by her. Even her demonic horns look pretty...</i>
"That''s the spirit..." she said in a soft, enticing voice, while grinding her hips against his. At her every movement, her stacked bosom, barely covered by a ck leather bikini, wiggled as a way to mesmerize him, in the same way a cobra does with its prey. "Unlike HER, I''ll let you stare all you want. You''ll just have to pay the price..."
She leaned forward, seemingly looking for a kiss, but with a loud hiss, bit his neck instead. Blood sprouted like a fountain, filling the bottle and blocking the view from any potential peeper.
The thought: <i>This isn''t such a bad way to die,</i> echoed through his head until he opened his eyes.
<i>Huh?</i>
n found himself soaked in sweat, lying on a bed that smelled ofvender, in a room he did not recognize.
"Dreaming inside a lucid dream... It''s so... freaking confusing... Does subi exist in this digital world?"
The images from his dream were still clear in his mind, and the warm sensation of that devilish redhead biting his neck still haunted him. Something between his legs got his attention.
The awakened little buddy beneath his underwear seemed to say: <i>''Quite scary at first, but it ended up being a pretty neat dream, huh? Wanna y with me while it''s still fresh in our memory?''</i>
He cringed, forming fists. <i>''This isn''t such a bad way to die''?! Are you kidding me?!</i> He tore at his hair, and started rolling on the bed, shouting: "Disgusting, disgusting! These kinds of fetishes are harmful for my pure, innocent mind! Did you hear me?! Forget all about it or I''ll never y with you ever again!"
Panting, he buried his flushed face against the pillow.
<i>This is what I get after months with no human contact... Especially female contact! Admiring Ashley''s cuteness was fine at the beginning, but all these fully developed women''s bodies are on a whole different level!</i>
His mind shed with the few glimpses he caught of The Redhead''s ck tight dress fromst night.
<i>After being surrounded by rough, metallic surfaces, 60-feet mechas, service robots, and digital panels for 8 straight months, finally being able to watch healthy—and by healthy I mean big—breasts, feels like returning to being human again!</i>
He sighed while looking at the ceiling. <i>Cleavages are the best... All worth it...</i>
After finally venting out, he inspected the room.
The light of the Novus sun entered through the window and reflected on the wood-patterned tiled floor. In front of him were plenty of furniture at his disposal, and arge, oval mirror from which his reflection stared back. <i>But this time, nothing wille out of it... Right?</i>
He stood up and looked through the window, finding tall buildings and busy streets to explore. <i>This is a real city... Unus Town could neverpete with this.</i>
ncing at the furniture again, he noticed a yellow piece of paper stuck to a drawer. It read: <i>''Open me.''</i> Inside, he found a pair of white sneakers, ck baggy pants, a red sporty jacket, and another note: <i>''I hope you like them.''</i> The signature, a star.
With a single tap, he got fully dressed in a couple of seconds. He checked his reflection, nodding approvingly. <i>Even though I slept like a rock, these things haven''t vanished yet,</i> he thought, examining the ck bags under his eyes. <i>Doesn''t matter. Disregarding that and the fact that I need a haircut, I''m looking good!</i>
"Thanks, Astrid. I know you got this for me..." He chuckled. "She really looked good yesterday, didn''t she?"
<i>I know that even if I found The Novus engulfed in mes, you were going to be safe and sound, no matter what. But actually seeing you, proud and beautiful as always, melts my heart. Thank god!</i>
While forming a smile on his lips, the memory of the alluring demoness from his dream hijacked his mind.
<i>That face... I remember her now... Amelia... The gal that killed me repeatedlyst night...</i>
Feeling guilty and angry with himself at the same time, he stared right into his own reflection''s eyes and punched himself hard in the cheek.
"Deserved," he mumbled to himself as he exited the room.
Outside, a girl quickly swiped her User Interface out of sight and beamed at him. "Good morning, n Warden! The Guild Master has instructed me to... uh..." She squinted at him. "What happened to your face?"
"Hi. Please don''t mind it. I was just—Wait..." He suddenly blushed. "If you''ve been here all this time, you didn''t hear me yelling a moment ago, did you?"
The girl stared at him, confused for a second, before shaking her head vigorously. "What? No! Of course not! These walls are quite thick! I didn''t hear a thing!"
<i>She heard it all...</i>
"But that looks like a very nasty bruise," she continued, staring at his cheek. "Let me heal you."
"No, thank you. That would defeat its purpose."
"All right then," the girl with ck hair and twin tails said with a warm smile. "My name is Tamara Morin. We couldn''t introduce ourselvesst night since we met in a very hectic, brief way."
He frowned. "Huh? We did?"
She blinked repeatedly before looking away. "Oh, I see. S-Sorry, n. Forget what I just said, please."
<i>What is she talking about?</i> n thought while taking that opportunity to inspect her figure.
Beneath the blue cape and white robe, he could see a feminine petite figure. <i>Almost the same frame as Isabe II... I mean, Ashley... </i>n then stared at Tamara''s young features, making her tilt her head. <i>Would Ashley look as friendly as this girl if she acted like a regr human being?</i>
"Is something on my face, too?" she asked.
"What were you saying about the Guild Master?"
"Right! Listen, Astrid instructed me to give you this message."
Tamara opened her User Interface and made a video window appear in front of n. A recorded Astrid could be seen walking nonstop through a corridor, giving her back to the camera.
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<strong><i>"Tammie, I have to go. Tell n I won''t be able to show him around, but that we can have dinner tonight. In the meantime, I''ll let you be in charge of protecting him today. Understood? I don''t want a repeat of what happenedst night... or EVER."</i></strong>
<strong><i>"Yes, Guild Master..."</i></strong>
<strong><i>"Great. Thanks Tammie. I owe you—TAM! Are you recording me again?! Do not show this to—!"</i></strong>
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"I love it when she calls me ''Tam''," Tamara whispered. A blushed, dreamy expression on her face.
"She looked quite busy..." n whispered, grabbing the cloth around his chest.
<i>It''s okay. I''m finally here. We''ll have plenty of time to hang outter on.</i>
He then turned his gaze towards the smiling girl.
<i>And I also need to reunite with Ashley.</i>
"Tamara, is it possible to send a message to someone I''ve been traveling withtely? Does my User Interface keep a record of everyone I meet?"
Tamara tilted her head slightly. "No, I don''t think so. That sounds more like what an Administrator would keep track of. Do you know the name of this person?"
"Only her first name, sadly. And with that alone, I can''t add her to my friends list."
"Bummer..." she said, pouting her lips.
<i>Even if I couldmunicate with someone from Unus Town like Monique Ascencio to keep an eye on Ashley, I''m pretty sure that she would charge me and increase my debt. Besides, I told Ashley to wait for me at the Renoviato Caves. She doesn''t have a reason to leave without me. At least I hope so...</i>
"Okay, another question. Is there a way to get in contact with an Administrator?"
"Unfortunately, they only talk in person with their Moderators, and they''re a different can of worms, believe me! The only reason we know the Admins even exist is because they asionally make live announcements about some important update or big event. But, n, even if you get in contact with one, I doubt they''ll help you find your friend."
n scrutinized her youthful face. She seemed like the very first honest person he had crossed paths with since he logged back.
<i>Astrid trusts her. That''s all I need to know.</i>
"Thanks for all this info, Tamara."
"Was I really that helpful? I just said what I know."
"No, really, you truly cleared my doubts."
"d to help!"
"So, by Astrid''s orders, you''re stuck with me today."
"That''s right! Do you like pancakes? Follow me!" Tamara beamed and led the way, leaving behind a trail of flower''s scent. "You can order breakfast from your room and an NPC will bring it to you, but it''s more fun to eat at the cafeteria."
As they walked through a corridor long enough to hold close to a hundred windows, n could see a pool outside, where some Guilders were having a privatepetition. Beyond it were the training grounds, where n witnessed someone magically bring a 32-feet tall bipedal dinosaur that bowed to its master.
n stood in awe, wondering if he could also use the facilities and maybe finally learn how to use his stupid sword. His gaze thennded on a crumbling building in the distance as if it was calling him. It no longer had a rooftop, and through a crack in the wall, he could distinguish the familiar monument of a lion.
"This way, n," Tamara called, urging him to catch up with her. "Do you like what you see? Our headquarters has all an adventurer could wish for. We have plenty of training areas for whatever field you''d wish to master, and... Look over there. That''s one of the Damage Calctor rooms. Say good morning to Karen and Faiza!"
n looked in the pointed direction where two girls were about to enter. The tall, ck-haired one noticed the two approaching and grimaced after crossing eyes with n. The short one with a drowsy expression on her face, as if she had just awakened, faintly waved back at Tamara before closing the door.
"Where was I?" Tamara continued. "Yes! Tell me, n, is there any ss you''d wish to learn or perfect?"
"You want the truth?"
"Sure! Shoot!"
"At the beginning, I wanted to be a swordmaster, and Astrid always cheered me on about it, but I quickly discovered that I sucked at it. Maybe I could take a nce at the other sses avable and find something that really fits—"
<i>What am I doing? I said too much.</i> He shut his eyes, blushing. Tamara looked away, pretending not to notice.
"We can visit the library after breakfast, then. Hey! Let''s take a brief detour to show you my favorite ce in all the HQ. Come!"
<i>This girl is too damn polite,</i> n thought, following her lead towards a short corridor.
"This is the Trophy Room!" she continued as she entered arge room decorated with framed videos. "Every Shooting Star can immortalize their most fine hour by hanging a—"
She pursed her lips after recognizing who was there. Marco Souza, the man that had rallied a third of the guild against n, was standing in front of the monument of a winged lion; By his side, a muscr guy and a childish-looking teenager.
<i>The big one is William, the first guy that killed me. And the young one is Matt, the one that broke my fingers while on our way to this city.</i>
n noticed that Matt was manipting a system menuing out of the monument. It seemed to be the room''s control panel, for a framed video disappeared out of the corner of n''s eye, and then another on the front wall.
<i>Are they rearranging them?</i>
n met eyes with Marco, who smiled gently at him, contrasting William''s re.
<i>Why are you smiling at me, you—?!</i>
"A-anyway, the cafeteria is right this way, n," Tamara said anxiously as she pulled him by the hand.
The feeling of her soft hand immediately triggered something in n''s brain, for a scene shed in front of his eyes: He saw Tamara''s distressed face, she seemed to be looking at someone else, as a blinding light came out of her hand. Thest thing he remembered was a warm feeling embracing him, and something resembling a bubble protecting him from a sea of fire.
<i>What the hell was that? It looked nothing like a dream. That really happened. But when?</i>
He looked down until watching his own steps. <i>As a matter of fact, I don''t remember anything from yesterday after Astrid arrived.</i>