Chapter 105: Pending Relapse
The Tower Manager slowly crawled toward Nathan. Her body movement wasn’t like that of a predator or a ruler—but more like someone wanting to play with her child. Whether as a mother, a partner, or some absurd hybrid of both.
Nathan, still sitting while hugging his knees and trembling, immediately let go and scooted backward. His thigh muscles tensed—like someone who just suspected his fart carried wet poop at his chocolate starfish first exhale.
Nathan stared at the Tower Manager’s face. She was licking her lips. But, as it turned out, she wasn’t go for his cock nor his twin orbs.
Cup...*
The Tower Manager kissed his forehead.
A single kiss. Gentle. Full of feeling—but what feeling, Nathan couldn’t tell.
What he did know was: right after that, his gaze was drawn downward. The cleavage of the Tower Manager, swaying slightly from her bent-over position, made Nathan’s chest tremble—both literally and philosophically. Something about the sight of those two snow-covered sacred mountains made him wonder: does warmth come from feeling safe, or from the desire to be protected by something larger and softer?
The Tower Manager then sat back down. Her expression was more serious now, though it still radiated warmth. "You were never important in any cycle," she said softly. "You always died before the dimensional war began. Not a single one of your existences made it that far."
Nathan stayed silent. Stillness. Then slowly, fragments of memory from his previous cycle surfaced—a lonely life, drinking every night, and finally, dying after throwing up on the train tracks. He closed his eyes.