Realm of Dreams
A small goddess floated through the air as if swimming through space.
Through the power of dreams spread around her, she was peering into the mories of the past.
‘......’
The mories of her past life were still incomplete.
She was manually filling in the gaps where pieces were missing.
‘...So this is my past self.’
The version of herself appearing in the dream was vastly different from who she was now.
Not just in height—many things were bigger.
An appearance that perfectly embodied the word mature.
It was an image of soone who could inspire absolute trust in her Apostle from her past life.
‘And yet, compared to that, I...’
She looked down at her own body.
Utterly flat.
Now trapped in the body of a child, the only thing she retained from her past self was her hair color.
‘...n apparently prefer bodies like that.’
Fragnts of knowledge from her past life surfaced through the mories she had retrieved.
She recalled how Rian from her past life had blushed when looking at her chest.
A clear sign that he had found her attractive.
It was a sight she had never seen from him in this life.
Before she even realized it, she was gnawing on her thumbnail.
‘Do I need to grow bigger?’
The problem was that she had a reason she couldn't change her appearance.
Even with divine transformation, she couldn’t alter herself back into her past form.
‘If I use the power of dreams, Riani will no...’
If she tried to create an illusion of her past self, Rian, as her Apostle, would surely notice.
In the end, unable to co up with a proper solution, she simply fidgeted with her small, flat chest.
"......?"
A sudden wave of intense foreboding struck her.
Her divine tendrils twitched in alarm.
"...Riani?"
He was in danger.
A huge danger.
Without hesitation, she summoned her beloved weapon, a toy hamr, from her pocket dinsion.
"I'M COMING!"
As she braced for battle, divine power condensed in front of her, opening a rift in space.
Without a second thought, she leaped through it.
***
Sowhere Else...
"So... you’re saying [Dragon Slayer] told you to do this?"
Ren nodded.
She was now wearing one of my shirts, as the one she had worn earlier had lost all of its buttons.
Unfortunately, because it was a n’s shirt, it left a rather dangerous amount of cleavage exposed.
I couldn’t even look her in the eye.
After that insane event earlier, the two of us had ended up sitting side by side on my bed, talking.
According to her, the Celestial [Dragon Slayer]—Latis— had told her to wear that outfit and wait in my room.
That damn dragon auntie.
What the hell was she thinking?!
Sleeping in my room to get a story update?
And of all people, Ren?!
Was this so kind of dragon logic?
"Sorry... did I scare you?"
"Of course you scared ."
I had just stepped out of the shower, only to find a breathtakingly beautiful goddess lying on my bed, wearing nothing but a tight dress shirt.
And then the shirt exploded.
"I... I really am sorry...."
Ren's head lowered even further.
"It's fine. You were just following orders, right?"
Well, technically, this kind of "request" wasn't exactly fine, but she had clearly been tricked by Latis.
"...You think so?"
"Yeah."
"Then..."
She hesitated, fidgeting awkwardly.
The always-proud Ren— acting like this?
Was she about to ask for an Enhancent Quest?
"T-Then... what’s your relationship with Wisdom?"
"......What?"
That was not what I expected.
"Y-You gave Wisdom a wish, didn’t you?! But—But Latis said that’s sothing only lovers do! S-So... are you and Wisdom lovers?!"
Ren started rambling hysterically, looking like she had completely lost her mind.
I had no idea how to respond.
Lovers?
What the hell had that auntie dragon been telling her?!
Wishes were sothing even friends could give each other!
Then again...
This was the sa woman who had thought trapping Ren in a tight shirt and shoving her into my bed was a good idea.
That damn woman.
She was a master-level agent of chaos.
Suddenly, the image of what I had seen earlier flashed through my mind.
That soft, pale skin—those heavenly mounds, with their pink, delicate t—
Shit.
I felt the blood rushing to my head.
I was going to get a nosebleed.
I instinctively pinched my nose.
"D-Do I really sll that bad?"
Ren looked at with a devastated expression.
Ren's face twisted in what looked like pure shock.
...Huh?
After thinking about it for a mont, I realized why she was reacting this way.
From her perspective, it must have looked like I was blocking my nose because she slled bad.
"No, no! Sll? There's no bad sll at all! You have a wonderful scent!"
But just as I hastily pulled my hand away from my nose—
Drip.
A nosebleed ran down.
A goddess’s bare skin...
What man could withstand that?
This wasn’t my fault.
This was an unavoidable biological reaction.
...But wait. Doesn’t Ren have an absurdly massive number of followers?
Her virtue of sacrifice was already highly revered, and [Akashic Archive] had only further skyrocketed her fanbase.
She never personally took offerings, so her Apostles had used the overwhelming amount of donations to build an enormous cathedral in her honor.
If people found out I was alone with her like this...
They’d probably try to kill .
For heresy.
"G-Goodness! My dear, are /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ you alright?! You're bleeding!"
Ren panicked and moved closer to .
At that mont, I was completely engulfed in her divine scent.
And with her voluptuous chest now taking up my entire field of vision—
...Oh, this is really bad.
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I hadn't realized our investor’s body was this insane.
The nosebleed only intensified.
"W-Wait, Celestial—!"
At this rate, I was going to die from blood loss.
And sure, dying like this wouldn’t be the worst fate, but it would make look like a pervert.
I refused to die that way.
This was a matter of human dignity.
And then—
KUUUNG!
A rift in space split open between and Ren.
And out of it erged—
A certain Celestial.
A tiny figure with furrowed brows, gripping a toy hamr with determination.
- Rianaa!
It was my Celestial.
- Riani! You're bleeding!
Her eyes widened in horror as she sprinted toward .
- Who did this to you?!
She looked up at , visibly distressed.
There was no way I could tell her the truth.
This wasn’t just about my dignity—this was about my very survival.
"...I think I've just been a little exhausted lately."
Yes.
Let’s go with that.
A nosebleed could be explained by fatigue, right?
Trying to smoothly change the topic, I decided to get up to fetch sothing to wipe my face.
So, I stood up from my seat—
Ping—!
A wave of dizziness hit , and my vision spun as I lost my balance.
- Rian!
My Celestial reached out to catch , but—
Because of her flat chest, I sailed right past her.
And the one who actually caught was—
Squish.
Ren’s chest.
A warm, soft, divinely scented embrace.
There, nestled in that holy sanctuary, I felt at peace.
Flash—
When I opened my eyes again, I was no longer in my dorm room.
...No, technically, I was in my room.
But it wasn’t my current room.
It was from my past life.
The room I had lived in on Earth.
"You've gotta be kidding . I know this is , but what the hell?"
I wasn’t alone in that room.
"First ti eting, huh?"
A man stood before .
"...?"
The Curator.
No—he was .
From my past life.
"Yeah. I'm you. And you’re ."
"...What the hell is this?"
My past self?
Was this just a dream?
"Well, technically speaking, yes. This entire space is made from the power of dreams."
‘I’ continued speaking.
"To prevent a runaway reaction from interference, I set a condition that would unlock this space only when you encountered a Celestial. But see, when I thought of a Celestial, the most vivid mory I had was... well, a cleavage shot—so that ended up being the trigger."
"But since our Celestial ended up in a child’s body, I thought this event would never activate."
"Never thought the condition would be fulfilled by getting face-first into another goddess’s chest."
"Even I didn’t see that one coming."
He continued talking, but none of it made any sense.
But one thing I did understand.
A little while ago, when I had gone berserk from my past mories syncing with , my Celestial had stopped .
"...You’re my past life?"
Hearing my question, he smirked.
"You caught on quick. Yeah."
"I am you."
"I’m your past self."
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