Early in the morning.
In an alleyway, a black door appeared out of nowhere. On its doorknob, a creature was engraved. This creature resembled a dragon, and within the dragon, there was a word. It said, "15th Tier."
This engraving symbolized the level of power contained behind the door and the door itself. 15th Tier was ???-level.
The black color symbolized what kind of door it was and what it contained. Above the door, there was a code—a combination of letters and numbers. This code was the door's identity. There was no other door like it, unless its wielder decided to use one of the effects of the magic that created this door, or to create a replica of it.
This door was the product of John's magic Gate of the Door.
The black wooden door slowly opened, revealing a spiraling vortex of a black portal. From it walked out a small figure carrying a large briefcase. It was John, who had spent his night in one of the dimensions of the Gate of Doors.
Walking out from the Gate of Doors, I yawned. Sleepiness was starting to creep into my body. This was the result of that bed—an extremely comfortable bed that could potentially send you to heaven if your will wasn't strong enough. This was already tested, so there's no doubt about it. To the weak, this bed was lethal, but to entities of the Absolute level and beyond, this was just a good bed to sleep in.
I shook off my sleepiness by summoning one of the doors of the Gate of Doors—a tiny red door made of wood materialized, only the size of a briefcase. I could manipulate the size of the doors, and this was the result. I could even grow this door to the size of ??? if I wished to.
The red door meant an inventory-type door. It stored items in an orderly fashion, akin to a game inventory. There was an ??? number of slots behind this door, and each could contain an ??? number of similar items within a single slot.
On the doorknob was a dragon and the words "15th Tier." On the sign above the door, it said 1343.
The small red door opened, and John plunged his hand within without hesitation, then took it out right after. In his grasp was coffee—already blended and hot, ready to drink.
Getting what I wanted, the door slowly closed, deactivating the Gate of Door.
After getting the coffee, I walked out of the alleyway, a cup of coffee in hand. With a leisurely pace, I walked on the road in the direction of the manor in the distance. That manor was my destination—the base of that Familia: the Wheat Manor.
I drank my coffee, walking on the street while avoiding people and protecting my drink from spilling.
In the streets, there were all kinds of people walking around, heading to their own destinations.
There was a group of dwarves carrying hammers, beautiful elf sisters, Amazonesses in thin and revealing clothing, beastfolk carrying swords and other weapons, adventurer parties heading to the dungeon early, a couple spending time walking, an old man carrying wood and other stuff, an old lady strolling leisurely, children running around—and many more.
The quiet city that was deep in slumber began to stir, and the noisy atmosphere of a city returned.
Not long after, I arrived at a gate made of metal designed into vines, turning it into something that resembled veins.
On both sides of the gate were guards, standing firm.
"Who are you?" Guard 1 said.
"I am John. I want to join."
"You know that this is an agricultural-type Familia. We only accept farmers," Guard 2 said, eyeing me, someone who looked more like a mage than a farmer.
"I know, but still I want to join here. And besides, I know how to farm, too. I brought my produce as proof."
I laid my large briefcase on the floor and whispered something in a language no one could hear or understand.
The briefcase opened, revealing what was inside. One half was my clothes folded neatly, while the other half contained a couple of small sacks filled with the produce of my farm—a farm that existed within my Gate of Door.
I grabbed one of the sacks and showed what was inside. Carrots of high quality. They were bigger, had a beautiful orange color, and their shape was devoid of any blemishes—a perfect carrot in the eyes of mortals.
Seeing this, the guards paused for a moment in surprise. The carrots in my hands were better than the carrots their Familia produced. The comparison was like heaven and earth.
"Okay, wait here," Guard 1 said.
He was about to turn around and go inside, but a gentle and melodious voice stopped him.
"That won't be necessary."
The two guards stiffened and turned around, then dramatically bowed in fear and reverence.
A beautiful and voluptuous woman stood with a gentle smile. She had wavy, golden honey hair, orange eyes, fair skin, curvy and voluptuous body, large breasts bigger than my head, thick legs and a large ass. Her figure could make any man lust. She was dressed in a pink dress with a golden belt.
Anyone who saw her would be enchanted by her beauty and have their lust awakened by her figure. But unfortunately no one could touch her.
I felt nothing. Neither power nor presence. I didn't even know if she was a goddess, a human, an elf, or another race. I couldn't feel any power nor presence from her, like she didn't exist.
At that point, I realized—the girl before me was more powerful than me.
'Warning: a power being detected. Beyond ???-level entirely.'
'Well, sht.'*
I bowed in reverence, copying the guards. I couldn't antagonize this woman.
While bowing, I noticed something strange. Why did I feel familiarity from this woman? Even though we had never met, my instinct told me I was supposed to know her, that she was very important to me. What was with this feeling? I only ever felt this way toward my wife—unless…
Yep, don't think that way.
I raised my head a bit to see her beautiful face, but what I saw bewildered me.
She licked her lips suggestively and gave me a knowing look.
Yep. She knew me all along. But unfortunately, I instinctively knew her and yet didn't. That earlier conjecture was right, too.
While I was deep in thought, the beautiful milf—cough, the beautiful woman—approached me and hugged me, pressing my face into her huge and soft bosom.
"I am Demeter, goddess of fertility and harvest."
I already knew that. Your pictures in those Familia books helped a lot.
"John Alver. Nice to meet you too, goddess Demeter."
She sighed in content, wrapping her delicate hand around my neck, leaning her soft and voluptuous body into me, pressing against mine, and giving me a passionate kiss.
Everyone froze in shock, as if time itself had stopped.
Everyone saw it—the beautiful goddess of fertility and agriculture, who never approached men nor touched them—became intimate with an unknown man.