2: You are the perfect specimen [pt2]

'This is a dream. All a bad dream. I will wake up any second now.'

Keith was trying to convince himself that this was all a dream. But it was rather difficult to do when nothing in front of him looked or behaved like a dream. It was all a little too detailed to have been dreamed up by him.

'No, calm down. Everything is alright and my mind is playing tricks on me.'

Keith tried to calm down his growing panic that was threatening to overtake his senses. The softness beneath his body made it far more difficult to move than he had expected it to be.

"Ouch, master, please let me go. I learned my lesson already and it's beginning to hurt now."

Keith instantly let the blue-haired girl go as if she burned him. Huge silver eyes looked back at him from a familiar face and Keith wanted to curse.

"You! What are you doing here? Why am I dreaming about you? Is it because of that encounter from today morning?"

Keith moaned as he slapped his face into his hands. He wanted to wake up from this dream already since it was too disturbing.

In the first place, being in the bed with an underaged female was not something he should have been thinking about. It was far more dangerous in the real world than one would think it to be.

"Huh! Are you joking with me right now master? Oh course, I am in your bed because you asked me to spend a night with you yesterday. Do you not remember? Or, is it that I performed too badly so you don't want to remember."

The blue-haired girl made a crying face which made Keith flinch. He had not meant to make the poor girl cry.

But at the same time, he was the one who wanted to cry the most. Why was his consciousness torturing him like this? And why was his hair so long all of a sudden? He was sure he had just gotten a haircut recently.

"Hey, please don't cry. I'm sorry for dragging you into this dream but there is no need for you to cry."

Keith tried to make things change in his unconscious mind. Maybe if he prayed hard enough, then things would change. Was this how consciousness worked?

The blue-haired girl stopped crying at once when she heard Keith's words. It seemed like his wishing had worked after all.

But there was something wrong with the blue-haired girl's expression. It had gone from a soft and begging one to a terrifying glare in a matter of seconds. And before Keith knew it, he could feel his limbs being caught in a thread-like mechanism.

"Y-You did not avoid my attacks? Then, are you not my master? Who are you and what are you doing here?"

Keith watched as the blue-haired girl did a complete 180 of her previous personality. Her threat caused him to sweat and his limbs felt like they were being dug into by the wire.

It was even getting difficult for him to breathe now and Keith opened his mouth to scream, only for his voice to be cut off.

The blue-haired girl seemed not to notice his struggles as she continued her monotone.

"Since you are here and with my energy in your soul, it seems I was the one responsible for sending you here. But it does not seem like you know anything about who I am and who you are either. I wonder what happened to you."

While the blue-haired girl was having her inner monologue, Keith tried to cut the wire holding his body open. He could feel that his nails were quite long so they could be used to cut through the thin wire.

It was a struggle to cut a small piece, but once he managed to do it, everything fell apart without the blue-haired female noticing anything.

Since this was a dream, it should have ended by now but Keith was surprised to see it not ending even when he was hurt.

So there was only one way to wake himself up and that was to provide an even stronger stimulus. Maybe the sharp knife sitting on his bedtable would help? It certainly looked sharp enough.

"Hey, what are you doing? Stop playing around or you will hurt yourself."

"Don't worry. I'll be alright since this weird dream will finally end…"

Keith, who did not heed the blue-haired girl's advice ended up cutting a small wound in his arm. As a result, the cut on his arm started bleeding and sharp pain assaulted Keith's senses.

But the worst thing was, even the sharp pain was not able to discontinue this weird dream he was having. If anything, his surroundings got even clearer and his blood felt like it was boiling.

"I told you not to be stupid. This is not a dream, nor is this a prank. I think you should sit down because you are about to get the biggest shock of your life right now."

Keith found his body following the instructions. The commanding voice combined with the authoritative tone that had been used had been enough to get his body into action.

Keith, who had been trained by the public sector to follow the person of authority, found himself unable to fight back or even move when the blue-haired girl sat him down.

Somehow, this scene looked familiar but Keith was sure he had never been in such a situation before.

"First of all, you should know who I am and where you are. No, don't interrupt me when I am speaking," Keith's open mouth went closed, "this is Alteria, the world of magic. My name is Clair, a goddess of your world and currently acting as the slave of your body's true owner. As for the reason, there is no need for you to know. Now, do you have any questions for me this far?"

Clair's impatient look yelled for Keith to keep his mouth shut. Even if he understood nothing of what she said, her glare was letting Keith know that any rebuttal would not be appreciated.

But her words made something strike in Keith's mind when she talked about Alteria and her being a goddess.

He had known such a setting, but it had been an MMO he had played when he had been a teen. It had gotten discontinued even before it could truly shine and Keith remembered enjoying it quite a bit.

"Since you kept quiet, I would assume that you got everything I told you. Good, then let's get to the main part that concerns you."

"Hey wait, I still have questions-"

"You are the Grandmaster of the biggest Earth alliance, Mystica so makes sure you act accordingly. Now, I don't know why you are here or why I sent you into this world, but I must be quite desperate so don't die on me. And you better play your part as the dignified guild master you are or you will die. You have a lot of enemies after all."

The explanation was happening too fast for Keith's liking but he did pick up a few points.

First, it looked like he had been transmigrated into this new world which resembled an MMO he had played before.

And if he remembered correctly, he had become not the protagonist, but the villainous master of the main protagonist. What rotten luck was this?

But at least there was a silver lining in everything that happened.

As far as Keith remembered, the Grand Master had been the most powerful person in this MMO and also the last boss. He had a lot of buffs and cheats that would help Keith.

He might not feel that great right now, but he was sure that he would be unbeatable once he got to know how to use his cheats.

But speaking of cheats, what were they exactly and how can he use them? Generally, such stories had a system to explain everything to the user. But Keith could not see anything resembling a system in front of him. All he could see was blank space.

"Clair, is that all? Can you at least tell me how I can use my powers in this new body? I-I mean since you are a goddess, I can assume that this world had magic and as such, right? Surely I can also use it?"

Keith was hopeful when he looked at Clair. But every second he felt his hopes break as Clair looked back at him with a blank expression.

"What powers are you talking about? Magic is something that is bound to one's soul, not their body. And I cannot feel anything like magic being emitted from your body."

Keith's hopes of having a golden finger were dashed, chewed, and then thrown out. His fragile heart was breaking.

And it did not help that someone knocked on the door right that second.

"Excuse me, but is the grandmaster in? I want to talk with him now?"

Keith glared at Clair, daring her not to open the door no matter what. But Clair was not someone who listened to him anyway and opened the door before he could protest.