Nathan’s eyes flew open wide. But there was no pain. No sensation of impact.
Lilith’s fist was still embedded in his forehead like it had gently phased through skin and bone and logic.
Then she slowly pulled it out—no blood, no gaping hole. Nothing but a faint shimmer of violet light that faded as her knuckles left his skin.
She smiled like a school nurse who just convinced a kid he didn’t need a band-aid.
"There we go," she said calmly. "A little tease for my beloved son," She chuckled.
Nathan didn’t move. His breath caught. "What the fuck was that?"
"Told you, just a little tease, my dear." Lilith said. "Don’t worry. Only your soul came here. Your body’s still out cold, draped in monster hug and rabbit drool."
She gave a tiny laugh, eyes soft. "I told you I’d be a good mother. Didn’t I?"
Nathan blinked, stunned. "What?"
She walked past him, trailing light steps across the strange chamber. "I promised, remember? Back when you were alone below Prunus Vitalis tree." Her smile deepened. "Good mother don’t punch their kid on the face. I kept my promise, Didn’t I?"
Nathan swallowed, I can’t understand her weird behavior. He thought.
He sighed, his voice rasping. "Whatever, just tell me! why call my soul here?"
Before she could answer—
[System Notice: This sequence has reached maximum allowed introspection.]
[Returning to main thread.]
Outside the Tower. In front of an apartment building.
The sky turned yellow—like a bruised body that wasn’t fresh anymore, but hadn’t quite healed either.
Emily stood still in front of her son’s apartment door. Her fingers clutched a tiny key, her eyes scanning the door number.
But she didn’t say anything either.
Then, footsteps echoed from the far end of the hallway.
"Sophia," Emily greeted softly, a little surprised. "You really came..."
Sophia walked closer, swinging a small sling bag on her shoulder.
"You said he... disappeared?"
"Yeah. A man showed me a video. Nathan got sucked into some weird black vortex."
Silence kissed the hallway for a few seconds.
Sophia’s voice trembled. "C–can I see it?"
She stepped even closer to Emily.
Emily nodded, unlocking her phone—no pattern, no password—then opened her gallery. With a few taps, the CCTV footage began to play.
Being pulled into something swirling and fucked up like a cosmic toilet bowl.
Sophia froze. "W–what?" Her lips parted. Her eyes flicked to Emily.
"D–did he become a Hunter...? I mean, the Tower’s been around for a ages now. Could this be... a new way? A new method that weird Tower uses to drag people in?"
She remembered—Nathan used to talk about it all the time. About dreaming of becoming a Hunter. Fighting monsters in the Tower. Living that insane, impossible life.
Emily spoke slowly, carefully.
"A Hunter gave me that footage. Said... there’s still a chance Nathan got summoned into the Tower."
Sophia let out a shaky breath.
But still—what did she even know about the Tower’s world?
And Nathan didn’t come back like those Hunters with aura and awakened powers.
Silence again. The kind that crawls into your spine when the footage ends and the screen goes black.
Then Emily spoke, shattering the quiet with a half-smile.
"Let’s see what’s inside Nathan’s apartment."
Sophia nodded slowly.
Ahh... do I seem too eager?
Why did I say I’d come?
His mom only said he vanished and she wanted to check his place... Why the fuck am I here?
Her heart twisted into a horny, anxious knot of guilt and curiosity.
The door creaked open.
Silence wrapped the apartment like an old blanket that had seen too much.
It was a simple entrance—narrow hallway leading to the main room.
On the left, a tiny kitchen.
On the right, a bathroom and a single bedroom.
"He never liked complicated things. Never did."
Sophia stepped into the room.
And a computer with a single monitor.
Quiet. Like no one had ever lived here—just passed through.
"I’m going to the bathroom for a minute."
The moment the door clicked shut behind her, Sophia began to move.
Fingertips brushing against the desk’s edge.
"It’s not like I care," she whispered. "I’m just curious. Yeah. That’s it. Just... curious what that idiot’s been hiding in this sad excuse of an apartment."
Her gaze landed on something.
Scuffed on the edges—like it had been fidgeted with during long, awkward silences.
Nathan used to play with that when he worked. When he lied.
When he didn’t want to talk about how he felt.
She picked it up—gently.
But she wouldn’t admit it.
Then she opened a small drawer beneath the desk.
"...Why the hell... did he keep this in here?!"
A roll of toilet paper.
Torn at the end, like someone had ripped it off in a hurry.
Her hand trembled as she picked it up.
Beneath the tissue—A bottle of body lotion.
Nearly empty. Sticky cap. Slightly crusted edge.
Her face burned crimson.
She stood up fast—panic in her bones.
"No. No no no. She can’t see this..."
Frantically, she stuffed both items into her sling bag.
Hands still shaking as Emily stepped out of the bathroom.
Emily tilted her head. "You find anything interesting?"
"...Just... the desk," Sophia replied, voice tight. "It’s empty."
Back inside the Tower.
Nathan’s body—still in giant mode—was slumped against Validia’s massive frame.
She rested his head gently on her shoulder.
One of her huge fingers pinched his cheek softly.
"Still not waking up," she murmured.
Domina was still sitting on Nathan’s shoulder, her gaze locked on his blank expression.
"His eyes... all white," she whispered. "Weird. Maybe it’s a side effect from the Eclipse?"
Livia slowly sat down—then turned around.
Her face stared up to Nathan’s face.
Her legs parted wide.
She straddled his massive shaft.
Her caramel-dripping pussy pressed against the divine skin of the Almighty PP—moist lips melting on a surface kissed by lovely fluid.
A single drop rolled down.
Like morning dew with no clue where gravity wants it.
She bit her bottom lip. "He looks so cute when he’s ..."
"He needs to wake up. We can’t stay forever."
Livia leaned forward.
Both hands wrapped around the sagging, wrinkled skin of the once-glorious Almighty PP.
"But... Please, open your eyes. Your stick’s not twitching anymore..."
Inside Tower Manager’s Chamber.
Nathan stood there, staring at the system panel that floated just above Lilith’s milky tits.
"What? A new title?" Nathan squinted. His lips curled into a half-smirk. "Well... better than just General Assistant, I guess."