I am not an alien!

Men with plain faces must have entertained the thought of being kidnapped by female aliens once in their life, Chris believed. At the very least, he shouldn't be the only who had such a fantasy.

The aliens were all beautiful women with great figures. Their skin might be of a different color, but that also made it more exciting.

And most importantly, they didn't judge men by their appearance alone. On their planet, plain men were completely unique. After all, this particular race didn't have any males among its people, so they had to mate with other species to increase their population.

Chris was still in the university when he had these kinds of fantasies, to protect himself from the cruel reality. However, he wasn't sad, he knew that there were a lot of men like him.

Now Chris was abducted, yes, by women, but he was too naïve to think that they would be anything like his fantasies.

"What kind of treatment is this?" Chris complained after he was thrown inside a room without any window. All he could see was his reflection on the glass-like walls. He ended up inside this place after being tossed inside that plasma-like portal, so he didn't know where he was.

"I am the last man on Earth, you know," Chris grumbled, dissatisfied by everything that had happened so far. "Shouldn't you be more careful to not kill me, at least?!"

He thought after not seeing men for ten years, these women would treat him like a unique being, the savior of the human race.

But unlike what he expected, these women treated him as if he was some kind of criminal. "Oy! I know you can hear me!"

They didn't even consider his feeling. He needed a lot of time to prepare himself mentally and physically, to not go berserk and let his sexual desires go out of control, knowing that he was the only man around.

If he did that, he would soon get fed up with women if he burned all of his passion, and he didn't want that.

Moreover, he believed that women would turn into sex-deprived beats. He read in a book that women feel a stronger desire to have sex than a man.

But in the end, he was wrong all along the lines. Was the problem his face after all? But he trained to build up a six-pack. Women loved six-packs, right?

Six-packs were one of the few weapons that men with plain faces had, apart from their Excalibur which was not something that could be trained to get bigger. Or could it? Well, Chris was sure that his Excalibur was a high-spec beast, although didn't have the chance to show his ability yet until now.

Wait, was he actually kind of pitiful? No, all of that pain and suffering served a greater cause.

Anyway, from his face, there should be nothing that these women had to complain about.

Regardless, he even explained that the situation was dire, but the women's reaction wasn't what he expected. Was he this bad at reading women?

It seemed like reading these books titled 'Ten tricks to seduce a sexy woman' or whatever didn't help at all. Most of these books suggested that a man should be bold and assertive, and that was what he did. He made his point clear. Was he tricked after all?

"What do we have here?" Someone suddenly appeared next to Chris. But why did all of them say this line when they saw him, Chris thought. Did they forget what a man looked like or what?

"Who are you?" Chris was a little bit surprised, but he soon realized that it was just a holographic projection of a woman. She had long black hair and wore a white lab coat over her white shirt. The shirt's buttons struggled to keep the chest department completely hidden, and the first three buttons were undone, releasing a glimpse of her sexy black bra. The pair of glasses that she was wearing made Chris think of those cool beauties that he saw in magazines about models.

"Well, whatever," Chris said, reflecting on his mistake, although his eyes were wandering around the chest area of the cool beauty. "I know where this is going. You are going to accuse me of something that I didn't even do and try to control me."

By pressuring him these women would be able to control the only man alive. Now that he thought about it more rationally, nothing was surprising about this.

"Just let me go back to my room. I have had enough of this." Sure, all of these women were real beauties, but if it continued like this, he would be treated as a sperm bank.

"Hmmm… Indeed, this trick seems to be different from everything we have seen so far," the woman said. "I am professor Frica. I want you to answer a few questions."

"I refuse," Chris said, "Why do I have to answer your questions? If we are talking while you are serving me some tea then I would be more than willing to discuss with you. But look at me. Do I look like I am in the mood to answer your questions?"

"I see. Interesting. If I was an alien that tries to infiltrate our ranks, I would say the exact same thing. Well done. Most women would be tricked by this," Frederica said, observing Chris. "It's amazing how you manage to imitate humans this perfectly. But I am curious how long you can last before you reveal everything. Aliens must be quite tough."

Frederica showed a sarcastic smile.

"Wait, wait! Why are treating me like I am not a human, since earlier?" Chris inquired in a panicked tone, feeling like there was something strange about the way these women referred to him.

He was just a man, although a little bit out of the ordinary in some areas. Not talking about his appearance, of course.

"This creature is really interesting. Did it feel threatened?" Frederica tilted her head curiously.

"I am human, damn it!" Chris shouted, feeling irritated that Frederica was even doubting his humanity.

"Yeah, yeah…" Frederica shrugged. "So, Mr. Chris was it? Where were you all of this time? Why did you only appear now? Kind of suspicious, don't you think? So tell me, how did you take this poor man's appearance?"

"I have my reasons to hide. I needed to prepare mentally!" Chris answered. "Only stupid people don't think before taking action and regret it after."

It wasn't probably a big deal for these women, but if he were to mess up in the beginning, Chris might become impotent. This was the worst outcome possible.

"Hahaha! That's the best! I am really looking forward to dissecting your brain," Frederica said, sounding extremely amused. "I never thought that you would let yourself get caught like this and use words as a weapon. Where are you, friends?"

What the hell was this woman talking about, Chris thought. She looked hot, but she was kind of a maniac.

And hearing her words, it felt like he was implying that he wasn't the only man around. Still, all of that didn't matter. He still wanted to be treated as a human at least.

"Ahhh! I haven't had much sleep lately, my head aches," Chris said, covering his face with his palm. "This is your last warning. Let me out of her. This is just a misunderstanding—brrr!"

The collar sent an electric shock throughout Chris's body and he fell to the ground, his eyes rolling.

"Let's begin. The truth will be revealed whether you want it or not," Frederica said. "This room is equipped with a certain device that produces invisible waves that attack directly the nerves. It's a very painful experience, but it takes down all of the mental walls inside your brain. In other words, you will lose your ability to think straight, making it easier to extract information from them."

Frederica had the smile of a mad scientist who got an interesting specimen in her hand.

Unfortunately for Chris, he was now the one who got mistaken for an alien.

"Kuh…" Chris was laying on his back, gasping for air. "Huff… Huff…"

Where did he go wrong, he thought? But this feeling was kind of familiar. It was as if he was having a nightmare.

"I…was going to explain it to you in a more civilized way, but if you really want to know how I survived, I will show you," Chris mumbled, still laying on the ground, looking at the ceiling.

"Oh, so you are finally going to show your true nature," Frederica said.

"She is my worst nightmare. That silhouette standing in front of me but I can never reach, disappearing in the darkness," Chris mumbled.

His words were puzzling even for Frederica. It was as if he was desperate.

However, Chris reached out his hand. "She is The Woman in White."

And after saying these words, another person appeared inside the room, shocking Frederica and everyone else who was watching the scene through their monitors.

It was a woman, and everything about her was pale white, the color of the dead; white hair, white skin, even her dress was white. Her presence was extremely creepy and unsettling.

The woman was suspended in the air, horizontally, parallel to chris who was laying on the ground. Her hair was falling like some kind of liquid, blocking his view. He could only look at her.

Then the woman also reached her hand out, but Chris's hand couldn't touch hers. Their hands were a few centimeters apart, but they were still not touching each other.

And Chris was holding his breath. He couldn't let his fear show as he looked at the woman's face. He would be swallowed if he did. After all, the woman didn't have a face, to begin with, what was there was only darkness.

Still fixated on the woman's face, Chris moved his fingers slowly as if grabbing something, and suddenly, a pitch-black grimoire appeared in his hand. Its cover was pitch black and had complex forms and symbols engraved on it.

After that, the woman disappeared as if she was never there.

"Huff… Huff…" Chris could finally resume breathing. "That's why I didn't want to use this," he said looking at the grimoire in his hand. It was called the Book of Macabre for a reason.

"What is that? What just happened?" Frederica asked.

"The Woman in White is an entity born from one of my nightmares. The one in which I see a woman in white and try to approach her but can't reach her no matter how much I run forward," Chris explained. "This nightmare has the ability to reverse the notions of distances. It's something ridiculous that distorts space itself. This grimoire was inside my room so I needed to invoke her to be able to grab it."

"What are you talking about?" Frederica was more than just surprised at that point. There were a lot of questions that she wanted to ask, she didn't even know where to begin.

"Huff… Huff…" Nonetheless, invoking the Woman in Whhad also affected Chris. He was weakened. That was why he wanted to avoid wasting his energy and wanted to just go back inside his room to grab the grimoire.

However, he couldn't show any weakness in front of these women. "Didn't I tell you? I am strong. And this grimoire is the keys to solving all of this," Chris said, standing up and holding the grimoire in his hand.