"Hmph, she's sad, she's sad." She's sad, she's sad. "Hmph," he said, "I'm Sarah." ”

The dimly lit room echoed with low, monotonous chants. Its source is a precise forty-two figures gathered around a central altar, arranged in a very specific pattern. Each of them wore crimson robes, reminiscent of fine wine, with gold embroidery on their sleeves, shoulders and necks. Each long hood has the same logo on it - three vertical triangular eyes. It's all very evil and ominous, and people don't get blamed for thinking it's some kind of cult.

"Hmph, she's sad, she's sad." She's sad, she's sad. "Hmph," he said, "I'm Sarah." ”

Of course, such a rash judgment is unwise. There are all sorts of cultures and races in the galaxy, and it's common for people to interpret extraterrestrial customs as some sort of nefarious conspiracy. One of the more egregious examples of this misunderstanding is the gorgor. When explorers from the Union Government first encountered these serpentine humanoids in the Jake-13 system, they witnessed a group of Gorgerians digging up and eating their own hearts. What at first looked like a ritual form of suicide turned out to be a wedding and not at all as deadly as it initially seemed. Since then, the entire galaxy has learned to be more tolerant and understanding of extraterrestrial cultures. In fact, just because a group of hooded people chant around the altar, doesn't necessarily mean that they are a cult that seeks to summon the evil of the ancient universe.

"Hmph, she's sad, she's sad." She's sad, she's sad. "Hmph," he said, "I'm Sarah." ”

In this particular case, though, this is true. The "Star Cult of the Star" is made up of the dregs of society who have joined such organizations – desperate people, unhinged people, easily manipulated people, and dangerously stupid people. This group of idlers agreed that the best way to make their mark on this vast and indifferent universe in which they live is to put an end to it. To accomplish this, they attempted to summon the Observer Maglathrak, an unknown Level 3 cosmic entity. Admittedly, few people understand the true meaning of "level three", but considering that this type of thing usually goes from level one to level five, we can safely assume that Marasrak is average. At least, for those terrifying creatures that come from outside of reality.

"Hmph, she's sad, she's sad." She's sad, she's sad. "Hmph," he said, "I'm Sarah." ”

As for how exactly the Stargazing Star cult intends to draw Maraslav into their realm, it seems to have used the tried and tested method of human sacrifice. The sacrifice he refers to is a young male human who is not of outstanding blood. He looked to be in his early twenties, with brown hair, brown eyes, skinny, and out of shape, which was completely normal. The last one is visible, as the guy was stripped naked and tied to a stone altar in the center of the room with some uncomfortable chains. Interestingly, he doesn't seem to be bothered by his predicament. He glanced around the room and looked dazed, indicating that he belonged to the fourth group of people who usually participate in cults.

"Hmph, she's sad, she's sad." She's sad, she's sad. "Hmph," he said, "I'm Sarah." ”

As the ritual progressed, the ancient runes carved into the stone altar began to glow a dark red. The victim couldn't see any of this, but he did feel the rock he was lying on it slowly heating his back and hips. His dazed expression changed instantly, indicating that the feeling was not so bad. This is certainly more popular than the cold, if nothing else. If the rapidly approaching gunfire was anything to say, he wasn't the only one who was caught in the heat.

"Hmph, she's sad, she's sad." She's sad, she's sad. "Hmph," he said, "I'm Sarah." ”

To their credit, these believers continued their chants without skipping a beat. They were sure that their fortifications would either repel the intruders, or at least delay them long enough for the ritual to be completed. Soon it became clear that their confidence in their brother and the plant's automatic safety system, as usual, was not correct. The elite military commandos who learned of the cult's plans rushed out of this treacherous lair in less than three minutes. The only reason they didn't rush into the ritual chamber to ventilate everyone's heads was because there was a huge sealed bulkhead blocking their way.

"Hmph, she's sad, she's sad." She's sad, she's sad. "Hmph," he said, "I'm Sarah." ”

Of course, to stop these stubborn soldiers, a few metal doors are not enough. They began to chisel through it within seconds of reaching the bulkhead. Unfortunately, the basic hand-held plasma cutter they have is nowhere near enough for this task. These doors are thick and heavy, so they take a long time to pass through with traditional methods. Thankfully, the commandos still have trump cards. The team's psychic agents stepped forward and threw all of her considerable psychic telepathy power at the barricades.

*Clang*

On the inside of the bulkhead suddenly appeared a lump the size of a watermelon in the shape of a fist. At this point, the cult finally realizes what deep shit they are. It would take her a few seconds to unleash another explosion, and those doors looked like they would collapse after only three or four more hits. In other words, devotees only have half a minute to complete their ritual. The person in charge of the ritual shrugged his shoulders and rolled his eyes, as if to say that there was no way, and then proceeded to the final step of the ritual.

*Clang*

The leader nodded to one of them, prompting the subordinate to press the switch next to it. The strange machine at the bottom of the boulder altar crackled and came to life. Four robotic arms protrude from each corner of the bed-like shrine. Each robot's appendage has a brick-like laser emitter with a tiny exit on their smallest side. They were pointed upwards and then joined together so that four beams of purple energy would converge somewhere above the belly of the hapless captive. These streams fuse into a slow-growing ball of light that emits tiny arcs and sparks as it gathers energy.

*Clang*

The chief priest walked over to the bound offering and took out a strange thing from his robes. It was an obsidian dagger, the blade of which was strangely curved, like a crescent moon, and a series of zigzag rune symbols carved into the blade. The chief priest gripped the mysterious instrument tightly with one hand, put it to his lips, and muttered some forbidden words to it. The circled signs glowed a familiar red light, and the locked victim looked at it with a confused apprehension, suggesting that he wasn't fully aware of where the situation was going.

"Ah, clever and omniscient Maraslek!" We, your faithful servants, beseech you to listen to our humble requests!"

*Clang*

The master of ceremonies' voice spoke clearly and crisply, and even though a fourth fist-shaped dent appeared in the bulkhead, his voice did not waver in the slightest. It was clear that he had done a good job of rehearsing for this momentous moment.

"Join us now, in our moment of revelation," he continued. "Accept this meager blood sacrifice!" Share your terrible glory with us so we can spread it throughout the universe!"

The man took the dagger back and stabbed it without hesitation, straight into the heart of the bound sacrifice.

* THUNKRRANK *

Thanks to this stupid proposal, the bulkhead collapsed under the attack of a telepathic sensor, and the scene was quite spectacular. The broken piece of metal was ripped out of the socket and thrown to the other side of the room. Before the leader could deliver the final blow, it shattered his head into a thick soup, while also interrupting the converging laser beam, causing the orb of energy to fade away. Then, it squashed several low-level believers before crashing into a wall in the distance and coming to a halt. In the next instant, the commandos burst into the newly opened hole and entered the chamber, shooting the unarmed and armourless infidels with extreme prejudice. In the first three-second automatic fire, they managed to kill all more than 40 suspects, which is a testament to the marksmanship of the soldiers.

The ten-man force stopped firing and fell silent as they scanned the room to see if there was any more threat.

"Understood!"

"Clear".

"Clear".

Some of them shouted that they did not find additional targets. It was only then that the team members finally allowed themselves to release the tension in their bodies. They bumped fists, high-fives, high-fives, and briefly congratulated each other on a job well done. The only one who didn't attend the celebration was Agent Johnson, who was the team's psychic agent. She would have wanted to participate, but was busy vomiting in the corner. It wasn't the blood that made her sick, nor the suspicious giant burrito she had for lunch.

"Are you alright, AJ?" One of her comrades came to see her.

"Yes. I'll be fine," she reassured him. "It's overloaded, you know."

Breaking through this wall put a huge strain on her nervous system, and her body wasn't quite sure how to cope. The so-called psionic overload can manifest itself in many unpleasant ways, and expelling the contents of the stomach is a common way. Agent Johnson was only secretly glad that her food didn't come out of the other end of her digestive tract.

"I don't know, AJ, I've never seen you so bad," her worried colleague asked. "You're very pale and shivering."

"No, really, everything will pass," she insisted. "That door is heavy, that's all."

It usually takes a few minutes to a few hours for her to fully recover from the overload, depending on the severity of the overload. At least some of the symptoms go away much faster than others. For example, Agent Johnson's severe headache usually subsides after a few breaths. However, over time, the situation did not improve. In fact, quite the opposite. It gradually became more and more severe, so much so that the woman couldn't help but grab her forehead and frown in pain.

It was only then that she realized that the source of her headaches was not internal. She frantically turned to the center of the room. The projectile that swirled in that door wiped out the head worshipper, but it did it in the worst way. The impact smeared the man's dagger with blood and threw it out of his hand. The obsidian weapon landed on the stone altar, right between the legs of the miraculously alive hostage.

Agent Johnson knows something about the occult. In her job, it's impossible not to learn one or two things. Although she is not an expert, her experience has taught her that no matter what cosmic entity this cult is trying to contact, interpret the sequence of said events as a proper sacrifice. This unfortunate conclusion is produced by a series of allusions. The first was her rapidly worsening headache. The second thing is that the runes on the blade and altar continue to glow in the blood. The third and most conclusive evidence is a small, purely dark object the size of a golf ball, hovering leisurely in the air, right where the ball of energy is.

"Go away!"

The elf shouted a warning to her companions, but it was too late. The tiny empty ball exploded into a tumbling shadow and let out a thrilling scream. The soldiers, frightened by the indescribable sound, dispersed from the source of the riot. They raised their weapons to it, watching with growing fear as a completely alien being they couldn't understand slowly cut through the veil of their universe. They stared at the void of emotion, and it stared at them in the same way. As it scanned every molecule around it, eyes of all shapes and sizes emerged from the invisible mass of this mysterious entity.

“M-Majo

One of them shouted. "Shall we start blasting or what?"

”。 Yours. Fire. The officer commanded slowly. Whatever you do, don't fight!"

It was the right decision. The Major felt an intrusive mental pressure from the creature's multi-faceted gaze, which told him that he was facing a Level 3 cosmic entity. It's just that the bullet is completely ineffective against it. One needs either powerful psionic energy or heavy weapons to drive these creatures back to the nightmare they crawled out of. However, Agent Johnson barely resisted the urge to pass out, and the team used up most of the explosives on the way in. In short, if the commandos engage the entity in a contest of arms, they will be hopelessly at a disadvantage. It stands to reason that they should have retreated, but the operational protocol requires them to know the name of the threat and, if possible, to find out its motives. This information is critical in order to develop a viable plan of action that will enable the nerds at the base to develop a viable containment strategy.

“S̝̫͉̯̲u͈̪͚̱b̗̗̗̜̺̬͠ͅm̶̤̝͙ḭ̢̱̭̻t̩̲̥,̛̫̠̩͚͚̗̦ͅm͈̖͚͚o̙̭͎̙̤

t̥͚͎̝一̪̝͍̱̩̹l̖ṣ̳̺̫̤̱. ”

They couldn't hear an eerie whisper, but they could feel it, and the words seemed to emerge from the deepest recesses of the soldiers' hearts.

"M̸̞͇̻͙̭͈͉ a ̭̣̫̖͙͈͚g̤͇̠͠ͅh̙̣̙̪͠" ͈̮̟̰͈

͖͇̪ a ͍̺̫̳͉̩t͙͖̜͢h҉̬̠̭̲̜l̸̛ķ̖͓̠͙͓̯d̜̰̥̲͔e̷̗͔̙M̗̟̼̩̟̤͚ a ̰͓̳̥̼

̴̺̼̥ͅd̼̗͎ Age ̤͔̤͔͔͝y͏͓o͓̙͉͓̬͕̗͡u̦͍̮

̵͔̱o̱̲͚͔͔͜ḅ̼̪̰͔̖e̖͈͡d̩ḭ̫̗̣̜ͅe̷̹̣͕̙͍

̘͎t҉̞̩͍̤͉̼̠ͅ Age ̰̯̯̹̺͚͜e̜̺̺̥͖͚͜

͖͠v̵͙̞I ̷̳̩̫͖̼̞͎c̤̣̤̠̜͔e͏̝. ”

"Great?!!" the soldier shouted.

"Alright, let's start blasting!"

Having obtained the minimum amount of goods required by the contract, the officer pushed his team to unload the darkness and eyes with all they had. Small arms firepower is not enough to force it back through the portal, but it can delay long enough for the commandos to retreat. Or at least before the soldiers found out that their bullets were immediately reflected back to them, this was their idea, with a degree of precision comparable to their own bullets. Their helmets and body armor absorbed most of the energy, allowing them to escape the ritual chamber with only minor injuries and no casualties. Once through the breached door, they destroyed the hallway with the last few bombs, trying to buy themselves more time in case the thing chased after them.

Thankfully, Marasrak had no desire to chase them. The entity has seen everything they have and is not impressed. The woman with the "gift" was a little funny, but there was an even stranger person in that room. Marasrak's myriad pairs of eyes fell on the specimen that was still tied to the altar. There is nothing special about his body, and his intellect is ...... Unremarkable. However, this humble mortal somehow withstood all the events that happened around him without feeling the slightest fear.

“Y̨͚̥̬o̺̝̝͠u̦͍͍。 ̘̞̭̰̯̠͉͚͉̣͠T̢̟͓͔̥ͅ he ̶͎̙̪̺͎͇̞̰o̖̲̰͍̟̼

͈e͍͈͎̥ͅc̪͔͔̲ a ̝̻̩͔l͕̝͚̮͇̹̗̕l͖̥e̲̹͓̯̮d̞̞̻̻̝̝̙̳J͏͖o̻͚͔̮é̝̹̮̣̬̞͚̻̬̤͈͔M͎̘̤̭̦ul̯̕l̷͙I ̺̰̫̼g͉̼̠ a̱͢

̙̦̰͉。 ͎̲̹̜̥͘”

"Oh, hello."

Joe's reaction was a little surprised, but otherwise calm, as he looked up at the darkness tumbling above him. He even waved his hand slightly, but the shackles on his wrists made it difficult for him to do so.

"Are you a matchmaker?" He asked hopefully.

“…… My job is:My job is:My job is:My job is:My job is:My job is:My job is:My job is:My job is:My job is:̞̜"

"You know that. Matchmaker. The one who made my dream of finding a girlfriend come true?"

Marasrak was speechless for a moment, something that hadn't happened in a long time. What made him hesitate was that there was not the slightest hint of mockery or deception in this mortal's words.

“W̰h̞͎e̪̭

̴͎̳̫e͓̪̜͉̗͈̬͕̻̯͘ͅe͔̟x̞̳̹ a ̭͉͍̜̗̜c̙̟̼̭ͅt̘͚lͅy̡̛̻̜̪̼͚͚͕ḍ̜͇ǫ̖̞̮͍͡y̲̕o̤̣̟̩̠u͙͟t̵͔͇̥ͅh͍͙̠̻̙ I ̗̫̱͚̜̗̱ṋk̸̼̫̳̻͖̰̪͉̫y̨̦o̠͝u̡͚̭̭͇̘

̗̺͓̟̭͚͟ḙ͚̜̞̩͙͙͕,͙͇̥͎̮̞̥̬͚͟J̞̳̤ͅǫé̮̦̞M̪͙̥̼̥͘ul̰͎̬̺̟l̺͍̳I͇͙͇̭̖̞g͉͠一̜̗͓̻ṇ��̝̞͕̭̣̭? ̳”

"Ah," the man winced. "Listen, can you turn the special effects down a little bit before we continue?" At first, it was all impressive, but now, you see, it's just a little annoying. ”

The Observer considered this trivial request. It wondered how the strange man had been blissfully unaware of the terrible events that were happening around him. One option is to gaze directly at and dissect his mind, but mortal minds are fragile and prone to shattering before anything useful can be gleaned from them. Psychology can be manipulated in a gentler and more subtle way, but the conversation takes much less time and effort. Therefore, Magh'

Athlak decided to accommodate the little creature. One of its large eyes is cracked like a mouth, and it has a row of needle-like teeth.

"Good, Joe Mulligan." Its muffled voice echoed through the room. "I agree to your terms."

"Oh, that's so much better. The acoustics here are also good. No wonder the show sounds so good. ”

"What show are you referring to, Joe Mulligan?"

"You know, it's the special event that those guys just did? Isn't it used to help desperate bachelors find true love or something?"

"You're wrong, Joe Mulligan. This is a place where a cult holds ceremonies, and they want to summon me to this reality. I heard their call – although it may have been sloppy and wrong – and responded to it. The soldiers you must have seen tried to stop me by force, but without success, led to the current situation. ”

"Oh. That explains a lot. You know, I don't want to judge these guys because they're wearing robes and singing carols or something, but I guess sometimes things are just what they seem, right?

"You're only now realizing the truth about your surroundings?"

"Yes. In retrospect, it's clear. I think I'm enjoying being the center of attention. It's not nice to be naked, but what can you do, huh?"

"How did you do that?" The god-like entity asked.

"Well, I dare say it's because I'm not a smart person. I just skimmed through the brochure they gave me and followed what they had to say. ”

"You gave them your life so easily?"

"I'm a little stupid to say that. Their boss is a pretty reliable and trustworthy person, though. At least it seems. He said he had a foolproof way for me to find a girlfriend, and I said, okay, let's do it, you know?"

"You mean the guy whose brain matter is in your hair right now?"

"Uh, electronic warfare. Is this real? In fact, yes, if the cult thing is true, it is true. I like you a lot, you know what I mean? Still, if their performances aren't great, then blame me. They coordinate well even without any music playing. ”

"We can agree on this. Their stupid attempts to lure me out are very interesting. ”

Severe incompetence is often as revealing as flawless execution, at least in Mahrak's view.

"So......" Joe hesitated. I don't think I can find a girlfriend, right?"

"Hmm. Maybe it can be arranged, Joe Mulligan. While your captors may have deceived you to some extent, my ability to bestow favors on you is not fabricated. ”

"Really? So, can you grant wishes and stuff like that?"

"Definitely. Your reality is mine, and I can fold it as much as I want. No matter what pitiful desires you have, it is trivial to satisfy them. This includes your obvious need for companionship. ”

"Great! Well, is that okay? I don't want to impose it on you. You look like a busy and/or important person, and I don't want to cross the line here. ”

"Rest assured, Joe Mulligan, this is not a whim, it's an obligation."

Magh'

The ritual of Athlak being brought into this reality is not yet complete. The hexical entity still needs to complete a task requested by the summoner in order for it to exist in its entirety. Until then, it cannot leave the point above the altar. However, the only thing nearby that still carries the burden of consciousness is the stranger it was talking to. Therefore, the duty of the summoner fell on him.

"Listen, that's good, but can you just get rid of the last name and just call me Joe?"

The unfathomable presence did not fail to seize this opportunity.

"Of course, Joe!"

With these two words, the already distorted space around Marasrak was completely shattered. Billowing shadows poured out of the cracked wound like smoke that devoured the light, enveloping the entire room. In a few moments, this stupid idiot who unleashed this horror in the universe found himself surrounded by a group of eyes swimming in a dark ocean.

"Ah, homosexuals. That's my wish, isn't it?"

"Surely so, Joe."

True, the Observer has agreed to a verbal communication with him, but this is more of a suggestion than a request.

"Oh well, it's me and my big mouth again," the man rolled his eyes. "Well, as the saying goes, it's easy to come and go fast. Anyway, if we're almost done, can you get rid of these things and I'll be able to go home? My soap is almost ready. ”

"Your tone is still so casual with me. Don't you realize the great danger you face, mortal?"

"Oh no, I see. I mean, I may not be that smart, but I'm not that stupid either. I just feel like you're either letting me go or something terrible happens, and I don't care in either case. ”

Once again, your words lack the flavor of deception and the voice of logic. Why don't you resent me, Marasrak the Observer, and I put you at my mercy?"

It seems that this extra-dimensional creature doesn't have anything particularly nasty in store for this hapless flesh. It's just used to these people running away in fear, like that class of soldiers, so this person's perverse behavior is a complete mystery. If there's one thing that Marasrak worships the most, it's mystery.

"Well, that's it, it's not because of you that I'm in this situation, right?" Joe shrugged. "It's my own fault, let me tell you, as we speak, I was writing myself a sternly worded letter. Also, what happens next is completely out of my control, so I don't feel the need to stress about it. ”

"Curious. It's weird, Joe. You piqued my interest because I have never met anyone like you. Perhaps we can come to an arrangement that is beneficial to both parties. ”

"Ah, lo and behold, now you're worrying me." He smiled nervously. "I'm not very good at making decisions, in case you can't see it."

"Don't worry, Joe, I'm sure the conditions I'm about to offer will meet your liking."

"Okay, then. I'm listening. ”

“…… How did you make up entirely of auditory organs?"

"No, it's just an expression – a figure of speech. That means I'm ready to listen carefully to what you have to say. ”

"I understand."

Countless eyes flashed with a pale blue light, and for a moment, Malatrak memorized this seemingly insignificant knowledge into his vast memory, and then returned to the topic at hand.

"I swear to unite myself with you so that I can protect and nurture your fragile life to the best of my ability. In return, you will serve as my guide and anchor in this reality so that I can study it and all that it has to offer in detail. ”

"Uh...... So, do you want to be friends?"

"It's also possible if you will."

“Riiiight。 It's a strange way to put it, but it works well for me. And in return, all I'm going to do is show you around and teach you something?"

"Essentially, yes."

"Do you really need me to do this?" You look a lot smarter than I am. ”

This is true, with one exception. As a native, you know more about reality than I do. ”

"I guess that's indisputable. I want to make it clear, you're not going to try to make my universe disappear, are you?"

After all, he does live there, and he prefers that his home be kept clean.

"That's exactly what this pact is meant to avoid, Joe. I have a keen interest in the inner workings of this dimension, but my past research on it has been ...... Misguided. Your minds and your questions are too fragile to stand up to my usual in-depth investigation. If I want to learn its secrets without destroying this space, I need your help to make sure I'm using the proper subtleties. ”

"Well, now! That certainly sounds good if I say so myself. The thing is, don't get me wrong, but you're a little too and, uh, you. I know you're more reasonable and amiable than you seem, but that's just what I thought. The people on the street — not me — might freak out if they saw all this, you know. He pointed at himself as much as he could.

"Joe, there is wisdom in your words, which belies their simplicity. These concerns are valid, but they have little impact. As long as you agree to be my anchor, it would be a trivial matter to build a ship of flesh that could carry my great life. ”

"Uh...... I'm afraid I didn't understand. "Can you put it another way?"

The cosmic entity pauses as it formulates a more pleasant way to express its intentions.

"I can make myself look like a human."

Admittedly, Marasrak had never done this before, but it was certainly within his reach. The only concern is that whatever shape it inhabits must be pleasant and not alarming, but it is not quite sure what this entails. After all, its aesthetic is vastly different from that of humans, like comparing Tuesday to orange. Luckily, extracting something suitable from Joe's subconscious mind is a simple affair with little risk of him going irreversibly insane. It was used with Magh'

The same subtle technique as Athlak's psychic lie detector, after exposure to it, the man seems to work very well.

"Of course it's convenient." He nodded. "If you can do that, then I see no reason to say no."

In fact, there are about 27 reasons to reject the Observer's proposal. Even Joe, if he thought about it a little more, would have found at least five of them, but he was in a hurry. As mentioned earlier, his soap operas are almost all playing, and he can't miss those. Especially the one called "First Love". "The upcoming episode will reveal whether the heroine will marry the evil spice tycoon in order to save her true love from prison, and Joe very much doesn't want to miss this opportunity."

"So you agree to my terms?" Magh'

Athlak asked for confirmation.

"Indeed, I know."

"This is the end of the agreement."

Hearing these words, even the air trembled.

"Wait, that's all?" Joe exclaimed. "Don't I need to use my blood to sign the contract?"

"These methods are not necessary. Your consent is sufficiently binding. ”

"Oh. It's a bit disappointing. ”

“…… Do you want me to prepare a contract for you to sign in blood?" The Buddha'

Athlak provides.

"If it's not too much trouble."

A rather wicked parchment emerged from the thin air and floated in front of Joe. The rather short and grand terms proposed by the Observer were written in strange red ink with an ominous glow.

"Huh. Now we start talking. He grinned. Mind moving it to my right hand?" These handcuffs stand in the way, and they can't reach at all. Where did they get the handcuffs? I think it's probably the catalog of Dungeon Mall. ”

After a few petty pleas and some mild verbal detours, Joe managed to sign the dotted line with his own blood.

"That's amazing," he kept smiling. "Now I have a souvenir to take home and show the lads. Thank you so much. ”

"I don't need you to be grateful. Now I'm going to start the binding ceremony. ”

The curtain of darkness and eyes began to open, and the bare metal wards of the ritual room were once again revealed. This bizarre entity invisibly converges into a point on the ceiling, like a huge mass of crude oil. It bent itself to gravity and landed on the man who was still tied, splashing on him and enveloping him in pitch black. A moment later, when his vision returned, he felt something heavy and warm pressing down on his abdomen. He glanced at it and saw something he hadn't expected.

Sitting on his belly was a human girl who looked almost exactly like the character he had just imagined. Her face is stunningly beautiful, curvaceous, and her figure is well-proportioned. However, there are some things that expose the true nature hidden beneath the soft flesh. Her long, straight, jet-black hair swayed and curled up as if it were alive. Her iris were swirls of darkness, seemingly the gateway to the indescribable void from which she came. Her skin was very pale and a little strange to the touch. Not bad or unpleasant, it's just ...... Odd.

Joe had plenty of opportunities to assess this particular feeling, as she was as naked as he was. Feeling her bare ass pressing against his belly, seeing her impressive boobs and exposed pale pink nipples, some parts of him involuntarily react. Thankfully, the girl-looking thing didn't notice the muscles pressing against her back. Or maybe she doesn't mind. Or is she angry about it? It's hard to tell because the expression on her face is hard to read. It features a light-year-old unblinking gaze and the tiniest smile in the universe, neither of which moves as she speaks.

"It's weird, this thing is called flesh. I'm sure I'll get used to it slowly. ”

Her voice is surprisingly gentle and perfectly matches her feminine appearance, but Joe is still adjusting to the situation.

"Well, that's good, but, well, you look like Melinda Sparksta

Is there any reason?"

"I chose this format based on your preference for your partner."

“…… Yes. ”

It seems that Joe's new companion has somewhat misunderstood his statement that they are "companions", but the man is hesitant to say so. He felt that this could be interpreted as a break in his word, a violation of the agreement that had just been reached. He wasn't going to take that risk again. Even he's not that stupid. Also, he doesn't complain about having a complete doll following him.

"Joe, don't you like the shape?"

"Nope! No, it doesn't matter. It's better than good. In fact, very cute. She has good limbs and a good figure," the man desperately avoided the word "breasts."

"It makes me happy."

The cosmic entity, who is now a woman, feels very good, and her first attempt at flesh carving seems to have been a success.

"I'm looking forward to our collaboration," her smile widened.

"Well, me too, Miss Magera—Magha—I'm sorry, what's your name?"

"The Observer, McGram."

"yes, it's a bit of a mouthful. Do you mind if I call you Maggie?"

"I allow you, and only you."

It seems that Joe finally got the girl of his dreams, though maybe not in the way he imagined.