Luca closed his eyes, savoring the cool water against his burning skin. "Okay." He muttered to himself. "Time for a damage assessment." He suddenly sat up, a look of concern crossing his face. "Gotta check...gotta make sure everything is...still there."
With a swift movement, he unbuttoned his pants and peered inside to look at his goods. And then after getting a good glance, he let out a long, dramatic sigh of relief.
"Ah, thank god!~" He announced to the surrounding trees and the silent lake. "Little Luca downstairs is just fine. Didn't get burned. Thank goodness for small miracles. Wouldn't want to face Lily again without...you know...all my...parts...intact." Не chuckled, a slightly crazed sound echoing across the still water.
"Worth it." He suddenly muttered to himself, the pain in his body momentarily forgotten. "Knowing those two will be smiling again...that Lily will be back in her kitchen, baking those amazing loaves of bread...Yeah, definitely worth it." He sighed, the mirth fading from his face. "Though, I suppose I won't be able to just pop in for a fresh loaf whenever I want anymore." He frowned. "Revealing myself like that...kind of complicates things. Guess I'll have to move on again."
He floated on his back, gazing up at the starlit sky.
"It's funny." He mused. "Years ago, the thought of moving to a new place would have excited me. A chance to escape the boredom, experience a new culture, learn new things, meet new people...the possibilities seemed endless." He sighed again, a deeper, more world-weary sound this time. "But after being alive for...so long. I've seen it all. I've been everywhere."
"...There's no place left on this planet that truly interests me anymore. This little town...it was probably the last place that held any real appeal, for some reason. And now...even that's changing."
He closed his eyes, the cool water lapping gently against his skin.
"I'm bored." He whispered, the word laced with a profound sense of somberness. "Bored of living for so long. Bored of eating different foods from different countries over and over again, though Lily's bread was a definite exception. Bored of watching the dress sense change every few decades. Bored of listening to wars on the news when I've experienced several of the ones they write about in history books. Bored of meeting the same old humans, generation after generation...Bored of this world itself."
He opened his eyes again, staring up at the vast expanse of the cosmos.
"You know what I need?" He asked the stars, a hint of desperation creeping into his voice. "I need a new world. Like in those fantasy novels. A world with magic, with dragons, with...something different. A world where I can finally find something that can entertain me."
But then he chuckled, a self-deprecating sound.
"Yeah, right." He scoffed. "Like that's ever going to happen. A guy can dream, though, can't he? Stupid idea. Absolutely stupid." He sighed, the weariness returning. "Guess I'm stuck with this one. This boring, predictable, human world. Forever."
Just as he was idly contemplating his next destination, wondering if perhaps hitching a ride on a rocket to the moon might offer a change of scenery, Luca heard a faint whizzing sound coming from behind him.
He frowned. He hadn't sensed anything, hadn't heard any other sounds besides the gentle lapping of the water against the shore.
Curiosity piqued, he slowly stood up, wincing slightly as his still-healing skin stretched. He turned towards the source of the noise.
...And then he saw it.
Floating just above the shore of the lake, shimmering against the backdrop of the night sky, was a dark blue circle.
It hovered in the air, pulsating gently, emitting the soft whizzing sound that had caught his attention. It looked...like a portal.
Like something straight out of one of those fantasy novels he had been just thinking about, that kids these days seemed to be so fond of.
His eyes widened in disbelief. He blinked, thinking he was hallucinating, the pain and exhaustion finally taking their toll.
But the portal remained, a swirling vortex of deep blue, beckoning him closer.
If anyone else had stumbled upon such a sight—a shimmering, blue portal floating inexplicably above a quiet lake—they would have likely been terrified.
They would have backed away slowly, their hearts pounding in their chests, unsure of what manner of otherworldly creature or danger might emerge from its depths.
They might have even run, screaming, in the opposite direction.
But Luca was not anyone else.
His reaction was the polar opposite of fear.
His eyes lit up with unadulterated excitement, a manic grin spreading across his still-healing face. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" He shouted, his voice echoing across the lake. "My prayers have been answered! A portal! A real, honest-to-goodness portal to another world! Right here! Right in front of me! I knew it! I knew it! All those fantasy novels couldn't be wrong!"
He started hopping from one foot to the other, like a child on Christmas morning.
"This is it! This is it!" He exclaimed. "My ticket out of this boring world! A brand new adventure! A world of magic! Of dwarves! Of...who knows what! This is fantastic! Absolutely fantastic!" He clapped his hands together, his excitement bubbling over.
"Finally! Something interesting! Something new! Something...different!"
Luca's excitement was obvious. It wasn't just the novelty of the situation, or the prospect of escaping his boredom. It was something deeper, something more profound.
For the first time in a long time, he felt something stirring within him, a genuine thrill coursing through his veins. He felt...alive.
"Can't waste any time!" He exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Who knows how long this thing will stay open?" He took off running towards the portal, his charred limbs pumping, his long strides eating up the distance.
He didn't want to miss this opportunity, this chance for a new beginning, a new adventure.
But just as he was about to plunge headlong into the unknown, a flicker of doubt crossed his mind.
"Wait a minute." He muttered, slowing down. "What if it's a trap? What if it's some kind of...death portal? Leading to...I don't know...the fiery pits of hell? Or worse...a dimension of eternal boredom?"
He paused, considering the possibilities. But then, a strange glint entered his eyes. The mention of his own demise, instead of instilling fear, seemed to excite him even more.
"Well..." He said with a shrug. "Even that would be better than nothing, wouldn't it? At least it would be...interesting."
He took a deep breath, the cool night air filling his lungs.
"Farewell, boring world." He whispered, a hint of fondness mixed with his eagerness. "It's been...well, it's been long and I will miss you. But I think it's time for something new."
And with that, he stepped into the portal.
The blue light enveloped him, and he vanished, leaving behind only the gentle lapping of the water against the shore and the silent stars twinkling above.
The portal shimmered for a few more seconds, then closed, leaving no trace of its existence.
The lake returned to its usual tranquility, the only witness to the extraordinary event that had just transpired.
Luca was gone, off to a new world, a new adventure, a new beginning. And somewhere, in a small town, a woman named Lily was dreaming of him, unaware of the incredible journey he had just embarked on.
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On the other side of the shimmering blue portal, a figure waited.
It was a woman of breathtaking beauty, with long, flowing black hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall of midnight. She wore an ethereal gown, woven from starlight and shadows, that shimmered and shifted with every subtle movement.
She was the Goddess of Space, and her face, usually serene and composed, was etched with a hint of worry.
She was waiting for the so-called 'chosen one', the individual she was tasked with transporting to another world. But this particular chosen one was...an anomaly.
A chaotic element.
Someone capable of shattering fate lines with a mere glance, someone whose very existence threatened to destabilize the delicate balance of the world he was about to enter.
The Goddess of Space had seen the potential futures, the possible outcomes, and they were...unsettling, to say the least.
She sighed, a sound like the whisper of distant winds. Transporting him was a risk, a huge risk.
He could cause untold chaos, wreak havoc on the carefully woven tapestry of destiny in the other world.
But she had no choice.
This was a task given to her by her older sister, the Goddess of Equivalent Exchange. And when the Goddess of Equivalent Exchange gave an order, even the Goddess of Space had no choice but to obey.
You see, the situation in the other world was dire.
The Goddess of Space's sister, the Goddess of Equivalent Exchange, had countless devotees across numerous realms, but one particular world was facing a catastrophic threat.
The various races of demi-humans, once thriving and vibrant, were on the verge of extinction, facing annihilation at the hands of the dominant human faction.
Desperate, the demi-human clans had pooled their millennia of prayers, sacrifices, karmic ties, and offerings, beseeching their goddess for a savior, a champion who could turn the tide and prevent their complete destruction.
The Goddess of Equivalent Exchange, true to her nature, was obligated to respond. She was, after all, bound by the cosmic law of balance, the principle of giving and receiving in equal measure.
But it seemed her affection for these particular devotees ran deep. Instead of sending aid that was merely equivalent to their offerings, she had decided to tip the scales.
She was sending someone...extraordinary. Someone whose very presence could disrupt the delicate balance of the world, someone whose potential for destruction and chaos far outweighed the sum total of the demi-humans' offerings.
Initially, the Goddess of Space hadn't been overly concerned.
After all, it was just one person. And she had planned to bestow upon this individual a series of divine blessings, abilities that would aid them in their mission to save the demi-humans.
But then, she had consulted with the Goddess of Prophecy, and what she had learned had filled her with trepidation.
The human she was sending was no ordinary mortal. He was...different. He didn't need blessings; he possessed a power within him that dwarfed any divine gifts she could bestow.
He was a walking paradox, a force of nature capable of both unimaginable destruction and miraculous creation.
It was as if she were introducing a plague that could wipe out an entire civilization or an eternal cure that could heal any ailment.
The fate of the world rested on the choices this individual would make.
And that was why she was worried. This new world, the one she was sending him to, was meant to be balanced, harmonious.
The introduction of such a chaotic element could disrupt that balance, could tip the scales towards either unimaginable prosperity or utter ruin.
She could only hope, with a desperate hope that gnawed at her usually calm demeanor, that this chosen one, this anomaly, was a good person. Or at least a sane one.
Someone who would make rational decisions, someone who wouldn't inadvertently destroy the very world he was meant to save.
But sadly, her hopes, fragile as they were, were almost immediately, and rather spectacularly, shattered.
The moment Luca stepped through the portal into her realm, the Goddess of Space knew her worst fears were coming to pass, and in a way that was far more...theatrical than she could have ever imagined.
Why?...Well, because didn't just walk through the portal; he practically bounced, like an over-caffeinated rabbit hopping into a carrot patch. And the sight that greeted her...Well, it was less "chosen one" and more "undead extra from a zombie movie."
Instead of the normal, healthy human she had envisioned, he looked like he'd lost a fight with a bonfire and the bonfire had won.
His body was a grotesque patchwork of burns and regenerating flesh, a testament to the fiery ordeal he had just endured. He was, to put it mildly, a horrifying sight.
Like something that crawled out of a grave...or perhaps a particularly nasty cooking accident.
And then, as if his appearance wasn't shocking enough, Luca suddenly jumped up and down, clapping his hands together like an excited child who'd just been promised a double scoop of ice cream the moment he entered.
"Let's go!" He shouted, his voice echoing through the serene landscape, shattering the peaceful ambiance. "A goddess! A real, live goddess! Just like I thought! This is exactly what I wanted!" He threw his arms up in the air, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he looked like a walking medical disaster. "Finally! Some divine intervention! This is going to be awesome!"
The Goddess of Space stared at him, her jaw dropping. This...This was the savior her sister had sent? This...creature?
Instead of awe or reverence, he was acting like he'd just won a prize at a carnival. He was practically giddy with excitement, as if meeting a celestial being was an everyday occurrence, like bumping into your neighbor while grabbing the morning paper.
He didn't even seem remotely concerned about his own...crispy...condition. He was practically radiating chaotic energy, which was her worst nightmare come true.