Drip!

The dark cave was filled with humid air which made breathing difficult.

Drip!

In the depths of the cave, and through the long and narrow tunnel, sat a bright opening.

There was a huge artificial platform in the middle of the mountain with various strange runes drawn on it.

And on this platform, a youth was lying on it.

"Mm…"

Slowly opening his eyes, Bernal looked around in confusion.

Where am I?

Bernal struggled to retrieve his memory. As he regained his consciousness gradually, he began to recall everything about himself.

I am Bernal, Bernal Nielson, the son of the margrave guarding the western border of the human kingdom of Liluca.

Other than that, my secret identity is a transmigrator.

Bernal was originally an ordinary earthling from another world who lived an ordinary life.

He had lost his life because he had been drawn into a cult ritual. When he woke up, he was born into this world as the son of a margrave.

"Oh wait, I remember I was attacked by a monster."

Being born to a noble family seemed great, and a margrave's son sounded stately, sadly this was on the premise that Bernal's father was an ordinary count.

Not a damned margrave.

Since he lived at the border, he had to be prepared to be attacked by the monsters from the western forest at any time.

"Let's see, this is the seventh time. I thought that I was really going to die and see my siblings. Can't believe that I would be so lucky."

Bernal was Nielson's only child, but he was not the firstborn.

Before Bernal, four or five children had been born one after another before they died from the demonic creatures. Nielson even remarried three times.

Although Bernal had transmigrated, this world was not as blissful as he imagined.

In the words of his previous life, this was a fantasy world with swords and magic. Its beauty came with fatal threats.

"I wonder how's it going on Mother's end?"

His father was a powerful margrave, so Bernal naturally did not have to worry about his safety. However, it was different for his mother.

Bernal looked around and began to observe the platform at his feet.

There were lamp stand-like objects in four corners of the platform. Magical stones were flickering with a gentle glow like light bulbs, illuminating the dark cave for Bernal.

There were various peculiar words that he could not understand on the platform. The words were pieced together to form something similar to a magic circle, and the center of this magic circle was Bernal.

It looked like it was going to hold some strange ritual.

"The attack this time is clearly unusual. There were only flying monsters. Someone must be controlling them from behind the scenes."

With that thought, Bernal looked into the distance. Beneath the platform was a huge square.

At the edge of the square was a lamp stand embedded with magic stones of the same type as the platform.

Other than that, there was nothing else down there.

Strange, why was there no one here?

Bernal was puzzled. He looked at the empty and quiet square in front of him, as doubts rose one after another.

Nothing happened after they captured him. Had something unexpected happened?

After thinking for quite a while, Bernal shook his head and threw the question to the back of his mind.

"Now is not the time to think about this. I have to return home as soon as possible."

Despite saying that, Bernal looked at his small arms and legs. He was only three years old now, and he could not do much.

Looking at the platform that was about six to seven meters from the ground, Bernal did not think that his three-year-old body could pull it off.

Gulp gulp!

"What's that sound?"

The peculiar words seemed to come alive as they began to move. They fused like liquid and turned into black mud.

The sound that he heard was the bubbling sound of the black mud.

Bernal hurriedly backed off and sat on the platform.

"This, this, this…"

The magic circle did not make Bernal wait too long. Moments later, tentacles stretched out from the black mud and rushed towards Bernal.

What followed closely behind was an even more distorted, terrifying, and shuddering… lady?

That's a woman, right?

Bernal was uncertain. The black tentacles behind her female body shook, and underneath her were tentacles that were like octopuses with dense suckers.

Her hair, which was swinging wantonly, seemed to have its own consciousness as it transformed into various forms.

As for her body, if he were to throw away all those strange things, it would undoubtedly be a perfect and exquisite body.

No matter how he looked at it, he could feel the varying style and the exquisite beauty.

This was like a work of nature. The proportions were just right wherever he looked, leaving no flaws to be found.

However, if he continued to look up, this appreciation for beautiful things would instantly turn into fear.

Compared to her perfect body, the female face in front of him did not have any facial features. What replaced it was a hole that was enough to make anyone's scalp tingle.

Large and small holes were distributed irregularly on it.

If he focused his attention on these empty holes, it was as if his soul was going to be sucked away.

Looking at her as a whole, the stark contrast between her beauty and her strangeness made it impossible to control one's trembling body.

"Who are you?"

Bernal was not overcome by fear completely. He quickly shifted his gaze and focused it on the lady's navel.

It was the only thing he could look at without fear.

This method successfully reduced Bernal's fear, allowing him to muster the courage to attempt a conversation.

It was natural for humans to be afraid of unknown beings. After they saw its true state, no matter how terrifying it was, that fear would reach its peak and that fear would cool down as what was unknown became known.

This was the case for Bernal. He even somewhat admired himself when he blurted out the question.

The other party seemed to be surprised by Bernal's reaction. She tilted her head and thought for a moment before a sweet and pleasant voice sounded in Bernal's mind.

"As you can see, I'm a Goddess. You can call me Rogeria."

"Rogeria, a Goddess?"

God? Could it be an Evil God?

Rogeria floated down and approached Bernal.

Strangely, Bernal was not as afraid once he got closer to Rogeria's terrifying face.

Through the dense holes, he thought he could see various fascinating worlds.

"How wonderful!"

"Hey, this isn't good."

Noticing Bernal's state, Rogeria's face twisted.

The colorful and gorgeous world that was as vast as the sea disappeared.

When Bernal regained his senses, he felt dizzy and that his head was swelling.

"What happened to me?"

Bernal pressed his hands against his temples, constantly rubbing to ease his pain.

His gaze landed on Rogeria's face again, and those black holes connected to each world had disappeared.

What Bernal saw now was an exquisite, perfect, and breathtaking face.

At this moment, if he ignored those detestable tentacles, Rogeria was a charming beauty.

Whether in the previous world or this world, Bernal swore that he had never seen such a beautiful person.

It was stunning, but only for a moment as Bernal quickly returned to normal.

He did not feel any more emotions.

Logania was indeed beautiful at the moment, but it was nothing compared to the scenery Bernal had just witnessed.

Ah, it was so beautiful!

While the pain subsided a little, Bernal had a look of reminiscence.

Looking at Bernal's reaction, Rogeria gave an interesting expression.

"You're, an interesting one indeed."