If I am not careful and I let my guard down, I might think that soone said sothing to directly, whereas they only thought about it inside their head.
Sothing like!
"Huh...? Why are you telling you didn’t wear any panties, and now the wind is distracting you so much?"
That kind of confusion could lead to all sorts of social disasters and embarrassing misunderstandings.
I would very much like to avoid those if at all possible.
But that is not all. That is only the beginning of the strange and unsettling changes I have noticed since my evolution.
This thing called... [Reality Jump]... at first, when I saw it listed among my new abilities, I thought it was just a fancier and more dramatic na for ordinary teleportation.
The sa kind of spatial movent I had already been using for weeks without any particular difficulty.
But it seems that’s not the case at all. The difference is fundantal.
I an, what have I been turned into?
What am I now, after this evolution? What category of being do I belong to?
Just demigod? Is that a race?
{Answer: Master is... human.}
[Liar!]
Previously, when I teleported from one location to another, it felt nearly the sa as Sakura’s teleportation—so seamless and smooth, almost imperceptible, it was like removing an invisible film from the surface of a clean window.
There were no dramatic lights or bursts of magical energy, neither was there sounds of displaced air.
Just a mont where I was here, and then the next mont where I was there.
Yeah, that process is different now, and fundantally altered in ways I am still trying to fully understand.
To , to my own subjective perception, when I teleported now using [Reality Jump], it feels like the entire world pauses at that exact mont of my disappearance.
Not taphorically. Literally, as if soone pressed a pause button on the universe itself and everything stopped moving except for .
I an, it feels like the world waits for to leave first, holding its breath and freezing in place until I have departed for my destination.
And when I appear in the desired location, just as seamlessly as my old teleportation normally was — no flash or sound, and no warning — the world there also experiences a brief second or two of lag, a stutter in the normal flow of ti and motion.
Like, just to give you a concrete example of what I am trying to describe: I could leave a place where I am standing and talking to people, go to sowhere else entirely and slap soone across the face, then quickly return back to the forr location before anyone there has even noticed my absence.
Both sides would not understand that I was doing anything in between.
They would not perceive the gap, or feel the missing ti, if I’m quick enough.
Save for the slapped individual, of course, who would be snapping their neck left and right in confused alarm, trying to figure out where the sudden impact ca from and who delivered it.
Though... it is worth noting that Seraphina, Titania, Vaelora, Mótsognir, and that brat Renard were moving just fine when I teleported to the summit where they were gathered.
Everything else in the environnt was frozen for a fraction of a second, a tiny hiccup in the normal flow of existence, but I could feel that they imdiately noticed when I appeared in their presence.
Their eyes tracked and their bodies kind of reacted. Their attention focused on without any of the lag or confusion that ordinary people experienced.
A scary bunch, those individuals.
Each one of them operating on a level that I cannot fully comprehend.
Not to ntion that weird and terrible place that Renard dragged into, that strange dinsion where he waited for to experience mana drain and exhaustion, then eventually beg for rcy or release.
Hmph.
I had [Reality Jump] and [4th Dinsional Slip] as abilities at my disposal, so I was fine — I was able to survive, maneuver, and avoid the worst of the dangers.
Except for the fact that Renard is not soone I would like to seriously fight to the death under any circumstances.
No, let be more accurate.
Basically, he killed a million tis in that place already. A million monts of pain and regeneration.
Especially when he realized that I was regenerating cut-off arms and other wounds without magic doing anything — my body simply knitting itself back through so chanism he couldn’t block.
Ugh, that discovery seed to amuse him, and also to make him more aggressive in his attacks, testing the limits of my regeneration with increasingly creative and lethal thods.
It was hell, I tell you.
We fought for approximately five hundred years, and at the sa ti, for thousands of individual combat iterations, all compressed into less than two seconds of real-world ti outside that strange dinsion.
The temporal distortion was... disorienting. To say the least.
The Higher Realm is basically a portable hell if you do not have the power to defend yourself.
I managed to trick Renard and wound him, at the expense of losing my entire body, save for so scattered organs that barely survived the ordeal.
And now, finally settling back down in the real world for so peace and quiet, it appears I have impregnated basically an entire tribe of Amazon won.
The idea and weight of that responsibility... it makes feel like so kind of villain from a story, the kind of character who goes around taking advantage of others without considering the consequences of his actions.
But the won themselves like it. They celebrate it. And It was the reason they basically took into their village and their lives in the first place
Because they needed a man to help them reproduce and continue their bloodline.
Okay? So let us not think too much of it, Benjamin.
"..."
Ugh, Midori actually got pregnant...?
That is going to be an interesting conversation when I see her again.
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