บท 77: Bullied on the First Day of School

Bathed in the soft glow of the capsule's interface, I find myself transported atop a mountain peak, the crisp alpine air nipping at my cheeks. The sensation shifts, and suddenly I'm in a lavish penthouse, the city lights below painting a sprawling canvas of twinkling stars. The transition is so seamless that I'm soon submerged in the deep blue sea, surrounded by luminescent marine life. My heart races as the celestial dance of the aurora surrounds me, and then, with a slight weightlessness, I'm on the moon, gazing down at Earth.

A wave of awe washes over me. The detail, the sensations—it's beyond comprehension.

"Master, this is just the beginning," Dea's voice resonates with a hint of playfulness.