After a minute of waiting, I finally managed to open my eyes and saw that I was in a bedroom. The bedroom was medium-sized, with a single bed, cabinet, table with a desktop, bookshelf, some posters on the wall, a schoolbag, and a school uniform hanging in a corner. It looked to be the standard room of a high school boy and was quite neat and tidy.
I had never seen this room before, and it was the first time I'd been here.
I got up from the bed I was sleeping on to check out the room, and I immediately felt a change in my body. It wasn't as if I had grown an extra leg or arm, but I felt that my height had shrunk by an inch or so.
I looked at my hands and legs and found them to be the same as usual. But my height had somehow decreased, and I felt more energetic than before.
It didn't take me long to realise how I became shorter, as when I looked at myself in the mirror, I saw a younger version of myself. The image in the mirror was of a 17 or 18 year old me, when it actually should be a 21-year-old me, since I was actually over 20 years old.
There weren't that many changes to my face in that 4-year gap, but the absence of my stubble on my face and how clear my skin looked in the mirror gave it away.
My body also looked much more defined than before, as I wasn't working out as much after I joined the library, and I relaxed myself a little too much with all the food I made back home and gained a few pounds. Although I was still fit, I would still say that I wasn't in the best shape, like I was in my teenage years or how I looked right now.
A new world...With a transformation like this that couldn't be brought out by even the most advanced surgery, I truly started to believe that I was in a different world.
But I still had some doubts, so I quickly decided to clear them all up and see if I was really in a different world than my younger self.
First, I decided to check the internal clock that's been running inside my head for years now. It was basically a mental clock that kept time by counting the seconds of every passing moment in the back of my mind.
Several years ago, while I was being searched by certain individuals, I had to go hiding in a cave system. I knew that I wouldn't be able to see the light of day for a long time, so I decided to start counting the time in my head so that I wouldn't get night and day mixed up.
Ever since then, this mental clock of mine has been running, and now it's telling me that the time is 17:56:46. And the time I clicked the link was 17:52:13.
So, it's only been 4 minutes since the moment I blacked out.
I don't believe that someone can simply knock me out, do an extremely advanced surgery on me, and bring me to this room in just 4 minutes. And the fact that the mental clock in my head still runs even when I'm unconscious further cements that I'm actually here due to some godly power, as no mortal can do such a miracle of bringing me here in a few minutes.
Crack~
Next, I dislocated my shoulder and put it back in its place to track the signals of pain my neurons are carrying right now. I did this so I could check if I'm in some hallucinatory state where I'm seeing things.
I could feel the pain of my bone leaving the socket, so this couldn't be a hallucination. And just to make sure that this wasn't some simulation, I followed the signal pathway of my neurons all the way from my muscular neurons near my shoulder all the way up until they went through my spine and reached my brain. After calculating the total voltage it would take for the sensation of pain to reach my brain and seeing that's similar to the voltage change in my neurons now, I confirmed I wasn't in a simulation since my consciousness was still in my body.
Finally, I jumped out of the window in the room and onto the roof to look up at the sky. It was dark outside in this world and looked like it was around 8 PM, so there's no way I was in my original world according to my mental clock.
The stars in the sky were also messed up and all over the place from what I normally see on Earth. It was so different that there wasn't a single point on Earth where you could see such a star arrangement, which told me that this place wasn't on Earth or even in the same galaxy and was a place far, far away.
After proving that this was a different world and that Gods actually exist since only they could create such a phenomenon, I went back in my room and sat on the edge of the bed while looking at the white ceiling of the room, and I started to think about what I should do from now on.
According to the words of the Gods, this world was made for my trial to attain Godhood. It was basically a stage where I was the main character, who had to do what the Gods said and earn their satisfaction in return. Once I earned all their favour, I would be able to join their ranks and become a God.
A God...What level of existence even is that? A being so powerful that he could make worlds like this one just on his whim. That's power that everyone would dream of possessing at least once in their lives.
But rather than being a God, I was more interested in meeting this mother figure of mine who said she's waiting for me.
It's not because I long for her over these years and want her love, but because I could look her in the face and ask her why she had never shown herself to me even once? Why she left me in the mortal world when she was a God herself? Why she never came to me when I called out to her in my sleep?
And why she never came to my rescue or protected me like I hoped she would, when I was in danger in the past?
I thought that it was childish of me to think that my weak mother could pull me out of those situations, where everything and everyone was against you. But now that I'm hearing that she's a God or is related to one, I really do want to know why she didn't help me out in the time of my need like an actual parent would.
I never harboured such feelings of resentment for my mother before, since I had already long forgotten that she had a certain part in my life due to her absence. But now that she's back in my life and saying that she's waiting for me, when I've been wishing for her to show up most of my life, I really want to look at her and ask if she dares to call me her son with what she's done.
I should be really pissed off that I was forcefully dragged into this world to play this game of Godhood where I could actually lose my life when I was perfectly satisfied with my life back at home as a librarian. But when I think about getting a chance to talk to my so-called mother, I don't feel all that bad about being brought into this world and the risks I will have to face.
I mean, it's not like it's the first moment in my life where I had to survive while my life was in constant danger.
And there's also an attractive reward, along with the chance to become God at the end, so it's not all that bad.
But what I still don't understand is why I was brought to this world through some milf ads and why I was welcomed into the world of milfs. Why the hell are there milfs involved in achieving Godhood?
And didn't they say that this was a world of milfs? Where were they? I don't see a single one of them.
And as if God decided to answer my question, the door of my room opened all of a sudden, and a woman entered my room.
...Oh damn.
That's a milf alright. A fine one at that...The finest I've ever seen in my entire life.
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(Warning: This novel is made by a Degenerate for Degenerates, so if you aren't into kinky stuff and prefer vanilla, then this novel isn't for you)
The first 50 or so chapters will have a relatively low word count since I was doing daily uploads while not having enough time to write, but it should have a quicker pace and higher word count after chapter 50.
The woman who entered my room appeared to be in her thirties and had a mature look on her face, as every adult would. She had light blue eyes that glowed like orbs. Long hazel brown hair that reached her waist and had a bundle of hair tied up in braids on the side. Plump lips that were pale pink in colour. Sharp eyebrows. Long eyelashes that highlighted her bright eyes. Lightly tanned skin that looked as smooth as ivory. And overall, she had a gorgeous visage that would make any man drool on sight.
She was honestly so beautiful that I would confidently say that she was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I wasn't exaggerating one bit, as her face was simply perfect without any flaw, almost as if someone sculpted it with the intention of her having a flawless face.
I would even say that her beauty was inhumane since I just couldn't imagine a perfect being like her existing back on Earth.
And you also couldn't forget her ridiculous figure, which had absolutely ridiculous proportions.
Her chest, which was protruding from the maroon sweater she was wearing, was massive in size and looked like she fit two cantaloupes in there. And not only were they huge, they simply had the perfect shape and weren't sagging at all, which usually happens with women who have large breasts. They perfectly stuck on to her chest like globes and looked full and voluminous like ripe fruit.
Not to mention her buttocks, which had an abundant amount of flesh on them to the point where it looked like her blue sweatpants were going to tear with the additional support from her thick thighs.
And even though she looked rather slim, she had a meaty figure with all the curves in the right places.
I'm pretty sure that even if you genetically modify a baby's DNA to have a top-tier figure when she grows up, she still wouldn't be able to compare to the woman's body before me, as it was something that all men dream about but can never attain.
The moment I saw both her face and figure, I knew that the women in this world were on a different level compared to those on Earth, and the women on Earth had no chance of winning against them. Maybe she was the only one who looked as good as she did in this world, but I mostly think that every other woman looks as good as her.
I got this from the fact that this world was referred to as the world of milfs by the Gods.
And if you want someone as mighty as God to specifically refer to your world as the world of milfs, then you've got to have some top-tier milfs in your world, or else it's useless to think about that title.
While I was still in a daze, wondering how she was carrying those huge jugs on her chest without any severe back pain, the woman barged into the room like it belonged to her and exclaimed in a loud voice
"Kafi! It's time to get up! Dinners ready! If you don't get up now, mommy is going to start a band in your room with a pan and a spatula!"
She held a pan in one hand and a spatula in the other, and it looked like she was going to start banging on them to wake me up. The reason I say me is because my name is Kafka, and Kafi is the name the children back in the orphanage used to call me since it was a rather cute nickname.
And as if she already knew she wasn't going to get a reply from me no matter how much she called out, she moved her hands together to bang the two utensils together to make a cacophony of music. But just as the two instruments were about to touch, her hands stopped in mid-air as she saw me sitting on the bed and staring at her.
"Oh. You got up yourself...That's suprising." She gasped, like she was amazed at the fact that I woke myself up before she woke me up from my sleep herself.
"...But why did you have to wake up today of all days? Mommy was going to practice a song she was thinking of in your room...But now I have to postpone that to tomorrow morning." The lady who called herself mommy sighed, as if she were sad she couldn't play her one-hit wonder with the kitchen tools in her hands.
"Well, at least you got up on your own for the first time, which is really relieving since I was starting to wonder what you were going to do when I'm not at home." The woman gave a smile of relief as she looked at me with kind eyes.
The same eyes a mother would show to her beloved son, which I've seen many times before while working in the library.
"Now that you're up, quickly wash your face and come down for dinner. I've cooked your favourites." The woman asked me to hurry and left the room with her kitchen tools in hand.
Mommy... That woman referred to herself as mommy. So does that mean I'm her son?
As in, my identity in this world includes her as my mother?
Damn, I did not expect that. I thought I would be simply transported into this world without any proper ID, but it seems like the Gods set me up and gave me a past and a family who seem to know me.
My mother in this world even recognises my face as her own son's, even though there's no actual difference to my real face. Then, does that mean her actual son was someone who looked like me? If it is like that, where is he now, now that I'm in his place?
Or did the Gods simply alter reality and fit me into this world as an additional piece?
It's probably my second guess, as it would be easier to do, then make a clone of me and make him live in this world.
As for that woman who's my mother in this world... I really don't think that I can consider her to be my mother, no matter how many times she calls me her son.
Maybe if I was transported to this world when I was a child, I would think of her as my mother after some time, since I desired a parental figure in my life at that time.
But now that I am a fully grown adult, I can only look at the lady as a member of the opposite sex and not as a family member. No matter how much motherly affection she shows me, I simply wouldn't be able to sincerely treat her as my own mother and would even have certain intentions towards her due to her gorgeous figure.
But I don't think that's going to be an issue, as the way things are going, I don't think that this trial is going to be what I thought it was initially and is going to be something much more 'eccentric' in nature.
Why I think that is because this was the world of milfs, and the full form of milfs is something that everyone knows.
And the fact that I entered the world of milfs through a bunch of ads that advertised horny milfs in the area and also have a hot mother in this world is a massive sign that things are taking a massive turn from what I thought this trial was going to be at first.
The lascivious body of that woman, which was extremely unnecessary if it were a normal trial, also cemented the idea that this trial of mine was going to go down the perverted route.
Finally, the message I received from the Gods when I first saw the lady who called herself my mother proved that my conjectures were going in the right direction.
[The Gods are interested in your mother, Abigail Vanitas]
The Gods are interested in a woman who belonged to the so-called World of Milfs...I could already imagine what that means.
I'd first like to say that I didn't name the protagonist Kafka because of Honkai, nor do I play the game. And the protagonist's mother's picture is in the comment section if you want to check it out.
Also any spare power stones would be appreciated as it gives me the motivation to write.
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