Fluffy Sleepyhead

"You can wake up now, fluffy sleepyhead."

Upon hearing that carefree yet caring voice of a girl coming from somewhere, he immediately became aware of his surroundings.

He opened his eyes and found himself standing on the ground which reflects the darkness of the abyss. Yet when he looked above, what he saw was the clear blue sky that washed away the anxiousness that he was feeling.

...The fear that the darkness of the abyss he was standing in would swallow him...

"This place is quite amazing, isn't it?... It's actually the representation of the state of your heart and mind, or in simple terms, this is what your soul looks like."

"My soul?..."

To where that voice talking to him is coming still making him anxious. But that's not important right, what matters most to him right now is what that voice just said about this place.

"What do you mean by saying that this place is my soul?!... Don't tell me... Am I already dead?"

Panic starts to flow at his heart and mind.

He can't remember what he's doing or how he was before he woke up in this place but he is sure that somehow, something was wrong or that he was in a very bad state before waking up here.

"Don't worry, fluffy sleepyhead. You're still not dead yet... That's something you can be assured at this moment."

At that confirmation, his heart and mind slowly start to calm down.

He didn't know if it was because of how comforting that voice talking to him that he decided to believe that he was still not dead or that perhaps he was being manipulated.

However, the calmness that he feels from the voice that sounds like coming from a girl clears whatever doubts he has in his heart and mind.

It gave him the clarity to finally assess his current situation.

"If I'm not dead like what you said, then what exactly is happening to me?... Wait... At least show yourself, tell me who you are!"

Upon his request, a silhouette of a female person, around the same height as him, starts to appear in front of him.

It may be quite terrifying to see a silhouette of a person that is quite as dark as the abyss he is standing in. However, the figure that appeared in front of him didn't give him any kind of anxious feeling.

What he feels is something familiar, a feeling that he always knows to be inside of his heart and mind.

"To answer your question as to what is happening to you... You're soul is currently being summoned or transmigrated into another world... And as to who I am... I'm the Goddess Visare, the Creator of the world Reverie, in which you're soul is about to be called."

Hearing what the Goddess has said brings back the memories of different stories about reincarnation, transmigration, and being Isekai into his mind. It gave his heart a sense of excitement but also uncertainty as to why he or his soul was being called to another world.

"But why me?... I don't think I'm..."

He wanted to say that he's just nobody. An ordinary person just like everyone else he knew. But the moment he tries to recall his life, he finds nothing. His memories are empty, he can't even remember his name.

That distressful feeling of emptiness gave him so much shock that the darkness of the abyss and the clear blue sky, the place that represents his soul, started to collapse.

"Calm down, fluffy sleepyhead. You will recover your memories soon. Losing them was only a temporary effect from your soul being forcefully called out of your original body."

The carrying voice of the Goddess Visare didn't fail to give him the calmness that he needed. It might be the power of the Goddess manipulating him, but right now, that's what he needs to keep his sanity and try to understand what happened to him before waking up in this place and what is waiting for him after he arrives at the world of Reverie.

The Goddess Visare, as if she were reading his thoughts, began to explain the answers to his questions.

"Back to your origin world, Earth, you or technically your body falls into a coma while undergoing the treatment for your body's condition."

Hearing those words from the Goddess immediately gave him a flash of fragment memories about his body's condition.

...A sickness that still has no definite cure...

Realizing his current condition from his original world gave him a distressful feeling. Not enough to make his soul collapse but enough to realize how hopeless he is.

He is waiting for the Goddess Visare to say something that would comfort his sadness but the Goddess doesn't say anything.

It made him wonder that maybe just like before, the God or Goddess of his origin world, didn't much care about humans' suffering. Either be from different sicknesses or other things... However, that idea is something he feels like he already accepted for a long time.

Seeing that he had finally calmed down on his own, the Goddess Visare began to explain what was waiting for him in the world of Reverie.

"Listen carefully, fluffy sleepyhead. Right at this moment, your soul is being forcefully called to the world of Reverie. However, unlike the stories of reincarnation, transmigration, and being Isekai that are in your mind right now, you are not being called by some King or Saint to be a hero and save the world."

It was another surprise for him, yet it didn't affect him that much as he understands that he is not that fortunate in life considering his current condition in his origin world.

"If I'm not being called to be a hero, then why exactly am I being summoned to your world?"

The Goddess Visare just stared at him and didn't say a word for a few moments.

The silhouette of the Goddess Visare didn't have any eyes but he is sure that she is carefully observing him. Not just the outside of his appearance but also the inside of his heart and mind.

When the Goddess Visare spoke again, a serious voice, without any signs of being carefree or comforting, came from the Goddess Visare.

"Your soul is being called to the world of Reverie to be a part of a hideous experiment that aims to replicate the Sacred Hero Summoning Ritual."