4 Uncharted Horizons

After an undetermined span of time,

I regained my consciousness, placing me once again in the enigmatic expanse of darkness.

However, this time, I wasn't alone. A young child, around 7 or 8 years old, stood before me, his soul-like presence emitting a gentle white light. Intrigued, I stepped closer, eager to know what this place.

But before I could even start the conversation,

The child's lips moved as if to speak, and in a soft voice, he uttered two words.

"Thank you."

Before I could understand the meaning behind his gratitude, a radiant transformation overtook him.

His body dissolved into streams of light, merging seamlessly with my own soul.

In the merging process, his essence started to heal my soul. Those cuts and bruises in my soul started to glow bright white, and slowly, they were getting healed.

"What the fuc—"

Confusion swirled on me as unfamiliar memories started to enter my mind, intertwined with my own. I could sense that they belonged to the young boy, Eden Morton.

Amid the jumbled memories, his name stood out, resonating with me in ways I couldn't quite grasp, perhaps connected to memories I'd rather not confront,

as the young boy named Eden Morton in my memories was a tragic child.

My contemplation was interrupted by an all-too-familiar force—the pull that had drawn me from the void.

This time, it tugged at me once more, an irresistible undertow dragging me away from the unknown darkness.

Sensation flooded back abruptly, and I found myself sprawled upon a regal king-size bed within a lavishly adorned room.

The scene exuded comfort and sophistication, from the meticulously curated study table to the elegantly arrayed bookshelf.

Sunlight poured through the curtains, casting a warm embrace over the space and creating a comfortable environment for a good nap.

My thirst beckoned me to reach a nearby water bottle, and I reached out instinctively, only to be confronted with a jarring realization—my hands were different. Smaller, paler, and a stark contrast to what I remembered.

Suppressing my panic, which was threatening to take over me, I took a soothing gulp from the water bottle, the familiar act providing some grounding amidst the strangeness.

"Guess I'll be sleeping now."

I said as I laid back down on the bed.

I tried to sleep forcefully, as I knew that things would be more difficult the next time I woke up.

Yet knowing that the next time I regained consciousness, it would thrust me into unfamiliar territory sparked a mixture of anticipation and trepidation, leaving me with the palpable sense that I was in quite a deep shitstorm.

With a sigh of relief, I succumbed once again to the embrace of sleep, seeking solace from the torment of space's unending abyss.

Time had lost its meaning during my interstellar journey, and the weight of the unknown pressed heavily on my mind.

As my consciousness faded, I slept like a baby.

"Young master," a gentle voice whispered, woke me from my slumber.

"Wake up, young master."

"Just give me five more minutes."

I groaned, reluctant to depart from my rest.

I half-heartedly attempted to shield my face with the blanket, only to have it abruptly whisked away.

Grudgingly, I turned my gaze towards the intruder who had disrupted my peaceful slumber.

Standing before me was a woman in her thirties, clad in the classic maid uniform that effortlessly melded white and black. Her oval face was adorned with long eyelashes and a dainty mole below her lips, giving her an air of elegance.

Her raven-black hair was meticulously arranged in a neat bun.

From the recesses of my memories, I recognized her as Sarah—the head maid of the household and a prominent Milf character within the game.

"Dinner is ready, young master," she announced as she started to fold the blanket.

"Young master,"

I thought to myself about a title that sounded unfamiliar when directed at me, no one have ever called me that, but it did feel good to hear.

"Could you bring my dinner here? I'm not in the mood to go outside."

I requested it because I was not in the mood to meet my new family, and knowing that those family members played a huge role in the downfall of Eden in the game, I wasn't ready to face them, or I could just ignore them, couldn't I?

"I apologize, young master, but the master has specifically requested your presence in the dining hall."

Unperturbed by my appeal, Sarah repeated herself.

 "Fine."

With a sigh, I concede .

"Just give me a moment to change."

I requested, swiftly making my way to the bathroom before she could stop me.

"Click".

With a soft click, the bathroom door opened, revealing my reflection in the mirror.

My new appearance greeted me—a height of around 5 feet 4 inches, pale skin, and a face that retained traces of my childhood innocence.

As I peeled off my nightwear, my attention turned to my body. At approximately 13 years old, I noticed my slender frame. The mirror offered a clear view of my features—baby-faced yet bearing the potential for maturity.

And at last, with some anticipation, I slipped down my pants, and after seeing my package, I was kind of happy, as from the way it looks, it will grow into a monster in the coming years.

"It has the potential of becoming a BBC." .

I chuckled at my own joke.

Amidst the levity, a sense of readiness settled within me. I steeled myself for the upcoming family drama that awaited me beyond the bathroom door.

 I opened the shower so I can cool my head from some cold water.

Glancing back at my reflection, I couldn't help but wonder if this was truly a game or a world that closely resembled with the game.