Sahar felt something touching his cheek. He looked up, tired. He didn't feel like doing anything anymore. He was tired of everything. He had destroyed all his chances of having a good relationship with Nyara. Creel was going to kill him; unless he died from the wounds he already had. His body was exhausted.

- ......

His cheek was touched again. The pain had been so unbearable that Sahar simply could not feel it at all. Nyara was far too strong.

Sahar was tired of fainting, again, again and again. How many times would he suffer and pass out? Would he even make it through the first day? See what the night is like in this new world, here in Duzmog?

Sahar did not hear the calls; his body no longer reacted, did not perceive, did not feel. He was so weak. The boy barely opened his eyes: he had been shaken or something.

But he didn't care. He could die; he didn't care. He was totally depressed.

He had no Power, he had no place to go anymore, he had lost the person who had saved him, and nothing was going to help him now; not even the Harem he imagined would make him feel better. Sahar closed his eyes and fell asleep, far too exhausted.

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The boy did not open his eyes directly. He thought he heard a noise near him, but maybe it was just his imagination. The first thing he noticed was that his hearing had returned: he could no longer hear the continuous "beeping" that oppressed him before. The last time something like that had happened was after he came home from a noisy blind test. Sure, he had loved the atmosphere there and the music had been well chosen, but the sound... He could have gone deaf, literally. Fortunately he had taken his headphones at that moment.

But he didn't have time to reminisce about the "good old days".

Nothing was happening. Sahar didn't know if he should move or just wait. He finally decided and opened his eyes slowly. The light wasn't very bright, which he appreciated: he didn't want to be assaulted as soon as he woke up. His mind was still foggy, but he began to remember more clearly what had happened before.

What had happened with Nyara.

- … Yet it doesn't seem like I'm still outside.

The light was not sunlight, but clearly lamp light. Sahar wondered if there was electricity in this World?

- Of course there is, because there was some at Nyara's house... Am I stupid or what?

The boy blinked before noticing that he was now lying down, whereas he had passed out sitting up.So he had been dropped off somewhere else.

But who? And why?

He sat up with one hand on his head. The pain seemed to be gone — again — but he still didn't feel good. It was the same sensation as the spinning, but more disturbing. On top of that, he felt something in his stomach that was... unpleasant. Perhaps he was simply hungry? He hadn't eaten for a while! It was true that he had eaten a lot before leaving on the train, in HIS world, but it must have been a few hours ago.

- I hope I don't pass out three... well, four times...

He would soon get sick of it. How could he live adventurously if all he did was get beaten up?! He touched his shoulder and thought about the beating he had taken from Nyara. Had he deserved it...? It seemed to him that... no. What had he done that was so bad that he deserved such a judgment?

Sahar focused more on the scenery around him than on his thoughts: he had to know where he was.

A pristine white wall stood before him, a small round table at its foot, which was adorned with a vase full of a single yellow flower. She seemed to be looking at the confused boy, who turned his head a little. The room was bright, revealing all its secrets to him. He had actually slept on a bed, covered with a blue blanket. All the walls were the same color, as well as the ceiling, from which a rather modern lamp was hanging. There was nothing else in the room. Only a half-assembled wardrobe awkwardly filled the empty, silent room.

If this place would have been his place of "TP" in this new World, Sahar would never have guessed at first glance that he had made himself Isekai. It looked so much like a normal room in his world — Earth.

- What am I doing here... This isn't even my room... Sahar thought as he got up from the bed.

The room he had at Nyara's was much nicer, bigger and flashier than this miserable room. There were so few decorations, so little furniture and so little... style. It was a ridiculous room that would please almost no one. The mattress wasn't even comfortable; Sahar's back could attest to that. He stretched and twirled his arms, yawning, even though he wasn't tired.

The door in front of him was made of wood that looked like oak. The floor was probably made of acacia. In any case, it was the same color. Sahar didn't look deeper into the room and turned the golden handle

The door did not open, even after a second attempt.

Sahar was stuck in that room.

- …….

He stood at the door without moving a muscle, his hand still on the handle. Should he shout for help? What if he had been... kidnapped?! Already?

Would Nyara... come rescue him, if he was? His last vision of her......... No, she must not like him anymore. However, wasn't his reaction over the top? Had Sahar been so... mean to her? He didn't remember insulting her…

- I have other things to think about right now. Leave Nyara for later.

Sahar got angry with himself. Why was he thinking about her like that? He was locked in an empty room, he had more important things to think about.

Like HOW to get out. That was the most important thing right now. He tried again to open the damned door, but of course it didn't open. The sound the door made was the same as the ones in the video games. He forced the door open, but nothing more happened.

He was still locked in that room.

Sahar didn't have enough strength to break down the door, even with his feet. He wanted to try, but he didn't feel so good. He sat down on the bed and sighed, not knowing what to do. For all he knew, it was the other "Creel" who had locked him in here... He had said that if he touched Nyara, he would die......

- ... Ahah…

Sahar lowered her head and looked down at her thighs, only hoping that her fate wasn't so... horrible.

The boy had hardly moved, and had been for at least a good hour. He had put his ear to the door a few times, but there was no sound from outside. He was already feeling better than when he woke up, which was good news for him.

However, he was still in that empty room. He had searched what he could; but there was nothing. He still hadn't tried to break down the door, and the urge was getting stronger. He was tired of staying in this depressing room. He had to... He had to find Nyara!

He got up from the bed, more determined. As if he was going to be stuck here! It was at times like this that we awoke our powers! Sahar looked grimly at the door, ready to burst through it. She wasn't going to survive much longer in this World! She was going to join the other broken doors!

- Come on, my Power...!

The boy pointed both hands at the door and shouted "YAAAHH!".

But nothing happened.

He didn't give up and snapped his fingers, still pointing at the door.

But nothing happened.

A vein popped out of his forehead and he clenched his fists. Sahar charged at the door with his right shoulder forward. He crashed into the door with a loud bang. The door took the full brunt of the blow, and...

... nothing happened.

Sahar fell down and held his shoulder with a groan. What was he trying to do now? He knew it... he had no strength, no power. So why did he keep on...?!

- I'm just stupid. Fucking stupid, yes.

He insulted himself as he stood up, then sat down on the bed, his eyes already sadder... but he shouldn't despair just yet. Just because he didn't have powers didn't mean he wasn't going to live on action and all that…

... right?

While he was losing more and more hope, a noise made him jump, waking him up from his thoughts: someone had knocked at the door.

- Heyyyy... How's it going in there? a girl's voice said.

Judging by her voice, she must have been about fifteen, or sixteen. Sahar blinked and got up from the bed again.

- I... I'm locked in this room! -

- Yes, I know, hehe!

She hadn't even explained herself when she heard footsteps going away from the door. Sahar stood in front of the door and knocked repeatedly.

- Why are you locking me up like this?! Let me out, I didn't do anything—

- ... wrong? Did you?

Now it was a man's voice that could be heard. A deep voice, probably in his mid-twenties. Sahar swallowed, anguish taking over her heart. Had he really been kidnapped...? Was he...... going to suffer?

- ... W... W-Why am I in... locked in a... room...?

- Oh, that. We... Well, she treated you and I locked you up so you wouldn't escape, that's all, the deep voice explained clearly.

So the girl who had come by... was the one who had healed her of those wounds? Maybe she had a healing Power! However, Sahar was not reassured. The man didn't seem to have any intention of letting Sahar out.

- Well, I'll open the door for you, now that you're awake!

- ……… ?

The boy heard the sound of a clank and the door swung open. He was being asked to leave. However, if they were willing to let him out... Why lock him up in the first place? It was useless! He didn't think any further and opened the door completely.

And it was a girl of less than twelve years old who welcomed him behind the door.

Sahar remained blocked in front of this cute creature with light green hair, like fresh grass in the morning. He turned his gaze to the left, then to the right, but the hallway was empty.

No men were present.

However, he had indeed heard a deep voice speaking to him, it could not be this little girl who was surely four feet tall...!

- He’ooo!!!!

The little girl waved her hand at him, a smile on her lips that would make anyone crack. Sahar took a step back, seeing that her voice was not the same as the other girl's. So there were AT LEAST three people here... Sahar stopped and looked into her eyes. They were a beautiful purple that could easily hypnotize him. Sahar was fragile with cute girls... Nyara was no exception, he had controlled himself, but he was sure he could almost have become her slave just because she was gorgeous.

- I'm exaggerating here, calm your nerves, Sahar. You're not that submissive... the boy sighed.

The girl put away her big smile and turned it into a small one. The shape of her mouth was like the :3, which made the boy's heart miss a beat. The boy shook his head and put his thoughts back in place.

- Excuse me... Where is the man who spoke to me before?

- Tadda is not 'ere! Not for now!

She must have been about twelve years old, but spoke like a girl of seven or less. Sahar stood up, turning his gaze once more. The girl continued to look at him, before taking hold of the boy's sleeve. He stared at her and she motioned for him to follow her. He accepted: he didn't have much choice anyway, he had to know where he was, why he was here and how to get out.

The boy looked at the girl; she was humming a melodious tune. She was wearing a long dress that looked like a bride's, a beautiful white dress decorated with flowers. In her hair were some pale green flowers. Sahar wanted to break the silence between the two of them.

- Mmmh?

- The man's name is "Tadda", right? he asked.

- Yes, she answered, without turning around.

- And where did he go...? I mean, he had spoken to me through the door, before opening it…

- Is that true?

The girl was really innocent. It couldn't have been her who had treated him, but the other one. That was certain. He wanted to answer her, but the girl stopped and Sahar imitated her. She let go of his hand and jumped to open the door. He wanted to help her, but she managed to open it without any problem. The girl invited him into the new room, which he accepted. At the back of the room was a beautiful sofa that looked very much like the one Nyara had. The rest was just boxes that filled the room a bit too much. A new wardrobe reigned on the other side, near the sofa. It was touching the ceiling, which was quite high.

- Oooh, mama didn’t clea’ up…

The little girl sometimes seemed to have difficulty speaking. It was difficult to understand her without listening carefully. She pushed a few boxes with a groan and encouraged Sahar to move between them to the sofa.

- Again...? thought Sahar.

He had already had a discussion with Nyara and Az on a couch and he was going to have a discussion on a couch again...? In this new world, did they like that or what?

However, Sahar headed there, not wanting to contradict the cute little thing. He could try to run away, especially since there was nothing she could do about it, but he had too many questions on his mind to leave without asking. Besides, there could be traps around here.

Safety first.

He moved forward between the boxes, being careful not to bump into one on purpose. It all looked so fragile... And since some of them were stacked, everything could collapse unintentionally.

He reached the couch without any problems, and sat down on it without waiting. He looked down with a sigh and then let out a cry that was anything but manly. The little girl tilted her head, surprised to see him so frightened.

- What? she asked. Did I sca’e you?

Sahar was surprised to see the girl so close to him, so quickly. He put a hand over his heart and nodded from side to side.

- Just... surprised, he said briefly.

She put a finger in front of her lips and looked at him carefully.

- You only ha’e to lis’en to Tadda, now!

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- Cute... Sahar thought to herself, blushing weakly.

She smiled at him and went back to where she came from, jumping over the boxes like an acrobat. Sahar looked at her, speechless. What kind of flexibility was that?! She was barely twelve years old! He rubbed his eyes, but when he opened them again, she was already gone. He put his hands on her thighs and waited. This "Tadda" was definitely the man who had spoken to him through the door. Why had he left so quickly, and where? Moreover, why had the girl been behind the door when it was a man who had spoken... He saw no logic in it. Was the girl lying? No, even if she was lying, it still didn't make sense. He really didn't understand... The gray-haired boy decided not to think about it any longer. All he had to do was ask this Tadda and it would be settled.

He continued to wait, his mind empty. He didn't want to get lost in his thoughts. Only Nyara had passed quickly through his brain, but Sahar had cleared it, not wanting to think about her now.

The room, full of boxes, was well lit, but there were no windows here: only a nicely composed lamp kept this living room alive. It alone produced all that light, which one would have thought natural in the first place. The room may have been filled with moving boxes - or at least all kinds of objects - but it was warm. That was the impression Sahar had right now. Although to anyone else the living room would have given a different impression, Sahar couldn't see this room as anything other than "alive”. There was no door other than the one in front. It was the entrance and the exit. There was no other way to enter this room.

- ... It's long…

He was already tired of waiting. He had been sitting on the couch for twenty minutes waiting for Tadda. He would have liked to have had fun doing something else; but there was nothing to play with in this room. He could have gone through the boxes, but maybe that wasn't a good idea. It was private property, after all. He wasn't allowed to go through other people's things. It wasn't done.

Sahar sighed and lowered his head, his eyes half closed. He wasn't tired, but waiting around without doing anything, without moving, was pretty tiring. He had gotten up and walked around to wake up his legs, but that was all. Suddenly, the image of his parents passed in his head. He smiled, not knowing why he was thinking about them now.

- What are you thinking about?

Sahar gasped and almost slipped off the couch.

A voice whispered a few words in his right ear.

He turned his head, but saw no one. He blinked and looked around the room before he saw him.

A man with white hair — lighter than Sahar's — stood at the back of the room. Since the room was not so large, he could see that the man was smiling, but his features and eye color were indefinable. The boy was first attracted by the man's clothes. They were beautiful, but he did not know how to describe them. His "jacket" was knee-length and a beautiful white, as if brand new. Four edges were tucked underneath his jacket; it was a special style. Sahar had never seen this in his life...... probably because it wasn't even possible to create.

Yet the man in front of him was wearing such a garment. Sahar thought it was really stylish and he was almost jealous. His clothes were basic and should have been washed. The boy swallowed.

- ... I

- .........

The man said nothing, still smiling. He didn't seem to want to move a step. The bulky boxes separated them by a few meters. Was it him who had whispered those words in her ear...? How could he be so far away already...? Sahar wanted to break the silence, but he just didn't know how... Should he stand up? Should he say hello? Be direct, maybe? His throat was strangely tight, not letting him say anything. While nothing was happening, while the man was not moving, the tension was enormous. The boy could feel the pressure on his shoulders.

- ……….

The man scratched his hair, noticing that the boy sitting on the sofa did not dare to say anything. He finally sighed and stepped over the boxes. Sahar squinted a little, his heart beating faster and faster.

He approached, still silent.

What was going to happen? Was this Tadda going to hurt Sahar? Or was a conversation between them really going to go off without a hitch? Either way, there was nothing the boy could do. Whatever happened, escape was not possible: the exit was behind the man, so he could not get through. If the man — who was probably Tadda — had come to beat him, then Sahar was totally defenseless.

But he couldn't die so quickly.

He hadn't been teleported to this new World just to die a few hours later...!!! He couldn't accept it.

Getting teleported to another World, getting beaten up directly, finding a beautiful girl and getting beaten up again all to die after? Doesn't the World want him or what? Sure, Nyara was a beautiful girl, but he had lost her. Already. He could always make it up to her, but he wasn't sure how: he should already know what he had done to deserve such a judgment.

- ...... Why can't you admit it to yourself?

- .........

The man eventually came to stand in front of Sahar. His eyes were like diamonds. A white mixed with a very light blue; they sparkled. He looked quite young, probably in his twenties; early twenties. The man looked impassively at the boy, although he tried to hide a smirk. He did not break the silence and sat down next to Sahar, which startled the latter. The man almost laughed.

- Fear for so little? Calm your nerves.

- Ah... Ahahah...... Yeah.........

The man squinted without looking away. He had a petty look on his face.

- You're probably wondering what you're doing here, right? the man asked, smiling.

Sahar nodded, unable to deny it. He had no idea what he was doing here and would like to know. The man increased the intensity of his smile.

- You really have no idea...?

He didn't seem to be confused, but rather amused; unlike Sahar. How would Sahar know...?

- No.

Sahar finally answered, his throat still tight. He was uncomfortable and the atmosphere was not helping. The man stopped smiling and looked away. Eyes fixed on the ground, the diamond-eyed man nodded, as if in despair. He sighed softly.

The silence was awkward; Sahar didn't like it. He felt... bad. Did he have to understand WHY he was here? But, HOW was he supposed to understand it?! He was exasperated. He really wanted to get out of this mood and finally get an explanation, but his throat wouldn't loosen, not giving the boy a chance to speak. The man turned his gaze to Sahar.

- You'll find out for yourself, don't worry, he said, his arms crossed.

Sahar didn't know what to say, so he just nodded weakly. The boy swallowed before asking his first "real" question.

- Are you... Tadda? he asked.

The man smiled.

- I see that you already know my name!

- It was a little girl... who told me.

- Oooh... Harmony, I suppose?

So the cute girl was named Harmonie. He would have thought it more logical if her name was "Flora", considering the number of flowers she had on her dress. However, Harmonie was a very beautiful name, and he liked it very much. Sahar hoped that Harmony was indeed the name of the girl he had met and not someone else.

- I... guess, Sahar said.

- Girl with green hair, purple eyes, flowers everywhere?

- Right!

- Then it's Harmony, my little flower~!

Tadda smiled stupidly and blushed faintly. Sahar thought it was rather strange, but it didn't mean anything. If this man was in love with this little girl, however, the boy would start to get scared... Tadda, seeing Sahar's slightly shocked look, started to laugh.

- Just to be clear, she's not my girlfriend or anything, ahah! She's just my daughter!

- Your... daughter?

Sahar was very surprised by this news. Tadda didn't seem to be very old and Harmonie must have been about twelve. If, in this New World, the legal age was 18, as on Earth, then Tadda must be in his thirties.

But he looked much younger! To ask would be indiscreet and rude, but he wanted to.

However, Tadda changed the subject very quickly.

- Anyway, how are you? he asked.

- A little confused about everything that's going on, but... it's not too bad, I guess?

- How can you be okay…

The man had spoken in his beard: Sahar did not hear him.

- So... Sorry? Sahar stammered.

- What? Ah, nothing. It's fine if you feel fine. I don't want to talk for too long, you must be recovering... from your emotions. We're not going to keep you here, in case you were wondering.

Tadda spoke quickly. Sahar could hardly follow, but he understood everything. It was good news that he wasn't staying here too long, because he had to get back to Nyara…

….. that is, if... she agreed to see Sahar again.

Sahar shook her head, trying to get these thoughts out of her mind. This was not the time to think about it! The man sitting next to him looked down slightly at the boy's reaction.

- Do you have any friends?

Sahar turned his gaze quickly to Tadda. What kind of question was that...?

- ... We can say that.

Sahar had some in HIS world, but here, Nyara was the only one who he knew. Well, Az seemed to be protecting him too, but could that be considered a "friend"? The boy had obviously just lied: he had no friends here. Nyara could no longer be considered a friend, after what he had done.

- And that mint-haired girl, she's not your friend, then?

Sahar opened her eyes wide and turned to Tadda.

He knew Nyara?

Tadda looked innocent, a serious look on his face. He did not react to Sahar's shocked look. He had asked the question as if it were perfectly normal. His diamond eyes stared intently at the boy. They did not let go of him.

The general mood of the room changed suddenly.

Sahar could feel his hands shaking. He didn't feel good, he didn't feel safe. This man... Why was Sahar so... afraid? Tadda had asked a simple question, nothing special... Yet.

- I...... S-She is.........

He had taken a while to answer. Nyara wasn't really his friend, but what was he supposed to say? If Tadda was an acquaintance of his, then it was far too risky to answer "No". He had to be careful of what he said, from now on. Even more so than before.

Tadda looked him up and down before squinting.

- Already your friend, after such a short time? Though, tell me. If she’s your friend, why would you want to hurt her?

Two blows to the heart.

Sahar saw herself stop breathing. His heart did the same. With his mouth agape, he did not take his eyes off the man in front of him. He was now…

...threatening.

Sahar didn't know what to say. He couldn't even think straight. Tadda had taken him by surprise. He couldn't think of anything. The man smiled, still threatening.

- You think I don't know anything? You're going to have to figure something out pretty quickly.

Tadda put his head close to Sahar's, who gasped. The man blinked gently.

- You have to understand that meeting Nyara can only get you into trouble.

- ...... N... No......- ... E... Aeueah…

Sahar could not speak. A gigantic lump in his throat was bothering him. His body was frightened and trembling before the man. His eyes pierced him with a violence he did not understand.

- The place where you were, as soon as I heard noises, I went straight there, Tadda explained with a calm voice. When I saw that you were trying to see if you had a Power, I stayed because it was fun. From the moment you tried to attack Nyara, I hesitated to... kill you.

Sahar backed away from the sofa, his fists clenched, frightened by the man.

- But Nyara is far too kind. She didn't beat you much. She should have killed you. Straight up. She didn't do it just to be nice. Forgiving you is something else.

- ... A…

- I've never seen you before, so you must be someone who was rescued by Nyara, or maybe taken in? I don't know anything about you, but I intend to find out. I intend to find out if you are harmful to Nyara, and then I'll put your head on a platter.

- … But… I…

- However.

As soon as Tadda blinked, his threatening look seemed to be... friendly now. He laughed.

- I scared you, didn't I?! Ahahah!

Sahar blinked, his breath catching and his heart racing. He still couldn't get a word out of his mouth. Tadda slapped his knee without stopping to laugh. The white-haired boy began to laugh as well, but it wasn't because he thought it was funny.

He didn't even know why he was laughing. Tadda turned to him and nodded.

- It doesn't change the fact that everything I said is true, except that I intend to find out who you are and kill you! Ahahah!

Sahar moved his head away a little, still laughing. He kept some fear inside him.

- You know, life isn't that simple, Tadda said, shaking his head.

The boy looked at him with a surprised look. The man continued.

- Just because you like someone doesn't mean you're going to date them; just because you meet someone doesn't mean they'll be your friend; and just because you think you're powerful doesn't mean you are, Tadda spoke. Life does not give us gifts; it is up to others and to ourselves to give them.

Sahar did not know why he was saying all this, but it was well said. He had never really thought about it. He had always been "carried along by the waves of life". It was an expression his mother often used...

- Anyway, you know what you are doing here? the white-haired man asked.

Sahar snapped out of her thoughts and nodded. Tadda smiled weakly.

- You wanted to hit Nyara. I will choose your punishment. Your fate.