Chapter 188. Full Transmigration
Art stood up.
His entire form was surrounded—no, revolved—by stars, like the galaxies themselves had bent to orbit him. His silhouette pulsed with an otherworldly brilliance, divinity bleeding from every inch of his presence.
In that moment, Art didn’t look human. He looked like a myth etched into the firmament. A celestial figure descending into a mortal dream.
His eyes—once emerald, playful, and always too sharp for his own good—were now incandescent gold. Not merely golden in color, but alive, as though the stars themselves had taken residence in them.
Every time they blinked, constellations shimmered, collapsed, and rebirthed within his gaze.
I was stunned. For a second—just one—I forgot to breathe.
Then, I laughed softly under my breath. "Hey Art... what’s with the divine cosplay? Doesn’t suit you, you know. Not with that jester personality of yours."
He didn’t look at me. Didn’t blink. Didn’t even flinch. Maybe my voice was blocked again, like before. I clicked my tongue and dropped the attempt.
’Whatever.’ I turned my attention to the world around us instead.
It was... wrong.
A black-and-red canvas stretched endlessly. Stars bent unnaturally, and space itself seemed to ripple in defiance of physical laws. No gravity. No up or down. No distance. It was like staring into a fever dream conjured by a mad god on the edge of insanity.
It looked beautiful, yes—but it hurt to look at.