Schrodinger's Cat, meet Schrodinger's Breasts. I woke up between some, and for the first time in this life, it wasn't an orange pillow rat. Sniffing, I pulled my head out to see the sleeping face of a girl. Long silver hair. She looked a little, ghostly.

It's me. Or, Anime Girl me. My hair is short now thanks to Hohemi's haircut, but Anime Girl's hair is still long. I reached out for the breasts in front of me. Ah, I see. This is what it's like. I had wondered and posited for years the nature of breasts, ever since the youth of my last life. I have not touched a breast of a woman beyond my mothers. I'm just assuming the my mom breastfed me. Unfortunately, these breasts in front of me, are mine.

But, I'm not going to let it stop me from exploring this sensation. I haven't too much of a good look at myself since I came to this world, was too busy hiding in a pillow rat tree. I only saw my own body once in a river, so the sight of Anime Girl took my breath away.

She's attractive. And she's me! Wait... isn't she supposed to be an existence inside of me? And so, this is how I got to pondering Schrodinger's Breasts.

Schrodinger's Cat is a wonderful physics metaphor used a lot in anime, I think it got set off by the physics references from Evangelion. Now, when anyone wants to say something about physics they have the tradition established to bring up and explain schrodinger's cat. I assume anyone reading this has the intellectual sophisticated required to understand this new theory, based on their knowledge of the old.

Schrodinger's Breasts is a simple concept. Anime Girl, right now, is beside me in a transparent form. Her face has my heart pounding. Facing Hohemi in the waterfall cave was the closest I remember being to a girl since high school. I wanted to test if the breasts were real or not. I did this with my hand. I squeezed, lightly. I felt a sensation on my own breasts. Hmm.

The theory of Schrodinger's Breasts may be in trouble. Because, clearly, my memory now resolving into a more sensible state as I awaken further, I remembered my small spat with myself in my mind. Anime Girl was the one who ended it with a hand chop.

I thought that wasn't physically possible, but as I fondled Anime Girl's breasts, I began to understand. She's see-through, yet I can touch her. There was only one spell I remember casting that could have resulted in this effect. The one I cast to psych myself up to climb the cliff to the pillow rat tree. In that spell, I had the image of Dio from Jojo's Bizzarre Adventure.

Anime Girl is now, or may have since I cast the spell, been capable of exiting my body. She is a Stand. Able to attack and defend against both supernatural and physical threats, a Stand is a spiritual body. If it is hurt, the user is hurt, but the Stand can also attack with supernatural abilities.

Anime Girl, sleeping at my side, is a Stand. I ran my hand along the soft flab of her upper arm to confirm. I felt it as well. Hmm. So, perhaps this is not Schrodinger's Breasts so much as Schrodinger's Stand? I'll have to think more on this. I stood up, stretching out. The thought of snuggling up to Anime Girl and greedily enjoying myself came to me, but I dismissed it.

The memories from the fight with Negi had me on edge, and what's more, there's a loli clasped to my right foot. My left loafer was still a loafer, a slate grey scarf wound my neck, but the right loafer is a loli. She wore a brown undershirt, shamelessly drooling over my foot. There's pantyhose protecting my foot from the drool. I'm safe. I guess?

I pried Stehy off of my foot. I'll go for a walk to clear my head. I'm awake, tired, and asking myself why I'm not going back to sleep, but my body moved anyways. This place, it's surrounded by cloth. A 'tent.' Oh, like from Yuru Camp. I remember wanting to camp but— wait, how did I get a tent? Ah, whatever. I exited through the front, taking a look back at Stehy and Anime Girl's Stand form. I'll let them sleep.

Sneaking out into the dark, I saw a bunch of beige tents shining under the moon. This is, the adventurer's camp? I'll ask Stehy in the morning. I'm just going to assume she pulled some 4-D verbal chess and I'm no longer a threat. Stehy did say for Negi to take me to Ouji, and I had utter faith Ouji would side with me without question.

I punched the prince Ouji once. We barely talked. However, I felt like trusting him made perfect sense. An idiot. 'Baka,' as it were. There was an unflinching image of, "Ouji is an idiot." I can trust an idiot. It's not that idiots are better people, or trustworthy, or I knew anything about the guy— I just feel more comfortable around people I believe are stupider than me.

It's always been a game of tug of war. If someone is smarter than me, then I'm the idiot. If someone is dumber than me, then I can trust them to be an idiot. I won't respect them, but at least I can trust them to be stupid. The knowledge an idiot will remain an idiot is relaxing to me. It's predictable, safe.

That said, Ouji and I were in a life or death battle over a breast touch. Even if it was Anime Girl's Logic being triggered, it still ended with fanservice justice.

It's not weird he would stick up for me even though I gave him a justice punch after a hard fight. Like Hohemi said, he's deceived by my looks. Then again, I'm judging him based on what little he said and his looks as well, so that isn't fair either.

I circled the adventurer's camp once. There's a strange, bright white tent off to the side. I also saw a gold tent— of course, there's no need to explain who is inside there. It's Ouji. There was no need to explain it, but I felt like doing it anyways. I saw some dwarves for the first time, they gave me beady looks in the dark as they huddled over a fire. No tankards of beer? No singing? Well, maybe they are being polite because it's late at night? I can't see why they would be up at this hour. There's no one standing watch over the camp, and they were the only ones up. Besides that glowing white tent in the distance, there was one splattered with dark splotches.

As I got closer, I could smell it. Tentacles. Stopping outside the front of the tent, I heard the wriggling. Sounded like a bunch of tentacles writhing against each other. Noting the tent, I made a resolution to get a better look in the morning, but then a tentacle rolled out from the tent flaps.

Attached to the tentacle was a little girl. She had a bloody apron with her hand tightly grasped around a kitchen knife stabbed into the tentacle. Snoring loudly, I got scared she'd wake the whole camp up. I never knew little girls could snore so loud. My loli did drool on my foot. I've learned more than I wanted to this evening.

Tiptoeing over to her, I placed my foot on the tentacle and gently rolled the girl attached to the tentacle back into her tent. Not meaning to, I caught a glimpse of the inside. Piles and piles of cut off tentacles, lines of cut off tentacle flesh hung on ropes throughout the room. There was a bloody thick wooden table with knifes embedded in the pock marked wood. I didn't want to go inside. It felt rude, but since the little girl promptly rolled back out again, I picked her up, tentacle and all, and boldly entered the tent.

If she kept snoring outside the whole camp might be disturbed. Then, Anime Girl and Stehy wouldn't be allowed to sleep. I also worried about the other adventurers, and with me not knowing how I even got here in the first place, I felt like something definitely bad would happen if I didn't enter her tent.

I briefly glanced around, finding a thick white fur blanket. Is this the fur of a polar bear? It's gigantic. I wrapped the little girl, tentacle and all, and placed her next to a young guy. He looked a little older than her. His looks were significant, because they didn't look significant at all. If this were an isekai with a main protagonist, I'd expect him to look like this.

I imagined Anime Girl might call the two of them, 'Shujinko' and 'Imouto' if she were awake. She wasn't so I stared at them briefly as I laid the white fur bound girl with tentacle and kitchen knife combo down. I had the urge to leave right away, but the kitchen knife bothered me. What if she dislodges it from the tentacle in her sleep and cuts herself? That isn't safe. I stood over her, debating if I should get involved further or not, eventually deferring to fear of persecution for entering a stranger's tent.

I shouldn't be here in the first place. That fear won out. Looking at the pile of writhing tentacles a final time, I had a strange resolution. I need to get rid of these. Somehow. But, I can't do it right now. My rules were rubbing up against each other like an earthquake. I moved my feet, moving my body outside, and with that, I breathed a sigh of relief. That stink was gone. I hope Yarko doesn't smell like that. Pinching the scarf wrapped around my neck, I brought it up to my nose.

Smells are weird. I knew that. I've smelled a lot of things. I've smelled food. I've smelled farts. I've smelled trash. I've smelled perfume. This, this scent, it had something... familiar? Oh. It was similar to sweat. But, this didn't smell like any concept of sweat I understood. It had a light, fruity, fresh smell. I imagined that if you pulled out clothing from a dryer with a strongly scented detergent, it might end up like this. Is this my sweat? An Anime Girl's sweat?

I put it out of mind. Anime Girl Physics aside, I haven't sweat a single time since coming to this world. There is the cliche in anime of an anime character getting a sweatdrop to show they are under pressure. Maybe during that fight with Negi, I was sweating and didn't notice?

It's a pain. I'm a mystery to myself. I almost died to a harem protagonist. I got more emotional than I would have liked because I had to rely on my loli to save my Anime Girl ass. Anime Girl karate chopped my face. I don't know why I'm here. She's a Stand now. My loafer loli drooled on my foot. And, there's a tent full of bloody tentacles with a snoring little girl and a main character behind me.

I want to die. I say it, unseriously, but, a smile comes to my face. I walked off. I want to die. My smile grew wider. I looked up to the stars. Noticing them felt like I had tunnel vision the whole walk. I was ruminating per usual in an endless loop, but I doubted my ability to pay attention to reality when I saw what was above me.

The sky was full of large purple clouds, orange, a large moon with a sprawling cityscape, planets too close for comfort, and endless stars. It didn't look real. I kept walking under the stars. I want to die. My smile grew wider. I really want to die, now. And for some reason, I feel really, really happy thinking about it.

I'm not serious about actually dying. It's just, when I say the words "I want to die" in my mind, it feels like a weight left me. I'm walking out of camp, glancing down from time to time to make sure I don't trample a dwarf or a rolling girl.

This night sky. This is, yeah. This is something I can live for. I don't know why, but I didn't see it a single time the whole week I was here. I just, never remember looking up, even once, during nighttime. But, this night sky was waiting there every night, floating above my head, waiting for me to look.

It scared me. There's a city on the moon. It's huge. I can see individual buildings from here. The physics felt off. I thought that this wasn't possible, but then I reminded myself that this is a world with magic eggs that can pull souls into them. There was a lot about it in Kirei's book about how to make one. I could remember a few details offhand, but the most concerning ones came to mind.

There's a stream of souls, managed by some interdimensional beings, and if you know how you can tap into this 'soulstream' and divert souls from them, you can use them for magic eggs. Something like that. I grew more interested. Looking up at the stars, I realized. I never was that great at figuring out how earth worked, and I had the internet. Maybe, this time...

At the least, I'll discover the nature of Anime Girl Physics through trial and error! I reached the outskirts of the camp, near the shining white tent. I reached my hand up to the sky, spreading out my fingers. They weren't stubby or sausage link like. These fingers were beautiful. The sky is beautiful. What am I so upset about? Just because I have grudges left over from my last life? That's fine. I'll make good on them, this time.

I squatted. I don't know how to make good on them, though. Time passed, and I grew impatient and angsty mulling over my situation again. Even the stars weren't much comfort, no matter how much I looked and enjoyed trying to wonder what the city on the moon was like, it lead to more and more questions. My attitude quickly went from an all-time high to a low.

Not tired in the least, not willing to wake up Anime Girl in the least, I sat and stared up, hoping for some answer.

"Ah~ jinrui horobi nai kana."

I'll sing it out loud to make myself feel better. I remember that manga with the farmer isekai where he gets a harem of like fifty girls and they have to work out a schedule to have sex with him. His stamina is great, so he's fine, but his entire life gets devoured by the people around him. I'm scared. I want to protect my time from interacting with other people! I want to watch anime, play games, read stories, and, porn! Sadly, there is no computers in this world. The internet is gone.

Ah, I'll have to give it up. There's no helping it. My old life was done already. I'm holding onto the past because I can't accept the present. I don't want to admit I might like this. I don't want to change either. But, I reminded myself. I cast the clothing spell. I have on me, right this moment, a scarf and left shoe I could summon. And bra panties pantyhose. Let's put those out of mind, I'm not used to those yet.

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I already sealed my fate in the direction I dreamed of going, but never went in my last life— consistent, daily, in real life, social interaction.

I shuddered. Staring into the sunrise, I thought of my orange pillow rat. What was wrong with the pillow rat tree? What was wrong being alone and training 30% of the day? I was happy. The greater the desire, the greater the despair.

"Ah~ jinrui horobi nai kana"

"Are you singing? What does it mean?"

I swiveled to see who said it, but, part of me knew. It's Ouji. Of course. It's Ouji. Who else would show up? He doesn't look mad. The last time I saw him, he was planted in the earth. He doesn't seem to mind. There isn't even a bruise on his face. He's even smiling. Eh. I could kill him. I could. But, that would, actually be murder.

Just because he's the handsome prince stock character doesn't mean his life doesn't have value. I have ideals to protect. At the very least, I'll be polite. I'm always been polite. It's like an A.T. Field, but, verbal.

"I want to destroy humanity." I told Ouji what the song meant. He walked over and sat down, uncomfortably close. I scooted away.

"Hearing that from a homunculi as tough as you is terrifying." Ouji sighed. "I am shocked. Here you have such a beautiful face and yet, you want to destroy my race." Ouji smiled at me, shifting closer. "Will you be alright? Do you need help?"

I didn't answer fast enough, so Ouji slipped in a compliment. "You look great in those clothes. What happened to your shoe?"

"She's sleeping."

I can tell from Ouji's silence he's decided to ignore that for the sake of politeness. He shifted his body back, looking away from me towards the white tent. I stared at the white tent, too.

"I'm sorry. For what happened on the riverbank." I said. I apologized out of nowhere.

"It was unbecoming of me." Ouji said.

"It really wasn't your fault."

"If so," Ouji mused, "then, why did you punch me?"

"Got angry, lost control." Explaining Anime Girl logic can wait. Forever.

"Well. I understand." Ouji's tone is lenient. "Let the past be past. What are you thinking of doing, when we get to Nephilz?"

It's my first time hearing I'm going to Nephilz. It's the city Negi was talking about, right? Ah, I don't want to go to the city. Eh. What will I do. What to do?

"Lounge around." My conversation assassin skills are being deployed. Eventually, he'll come to understand the true terror of someone who ends the conversation every question you ask. It's a conversation with one person doing all the effort, so only extremely aggressive or socially incompetent wouldn't be able to read the mood. It's enough to freeze the air, and since I've never genuinely felt like talking to anyone of my own volition, easy for me! There is the option of leaving physically, as well, but, that would be against the rules, so I can't do that. Politeness is paramount before inner desires.

"You know," Ouji mused further. "I could use someone on my side as strong as you. You are a homunculi, I doubt people will notice because of your beauty, but as you closer to others they will notice. It will get difficult to live in the city. You don't want to end up in the sewers like the rest of your kind. So, how about joining me? See, I happen to be fourth in line of succession to be King. I have no interest in political games or ruling Nephilz myself, and I would like to preserve my life. The assassins are persistent as of late. My younger sister seems rather obsessed."

I'm suddenly thinking of him of a human being. Damn it. He's using 'that,' isn't he. The thing where you talk to people and make them feel for you. What's it called? Story? Damn it. I'm backed into a corner. Let's ignore his plight and concentrate on myself, like always... I wanted to. I really wanted to stay silent and say nothing. Ouji is just some idiot I punched on a riverbank. I don't owe him anything. Yet, for some reason, what I said next surprised me.

"I feel hopeless and I want to die. I'm trapped in a loop of cursed fate I will never escape, and, no matter what I do, I'll never be able to get out."

Ouji's hand landed on my shoulder. "You okay?" Sir Ouji, I am fine. I'm not bitter. I'm not sad. I'm, just, ah, screw it. I don't know anything. If I did know anything, I feel like it would just slip through my fingers like sand.

"Hey, Ouji. Why do I have to go to this, 'Nephilz'?"

"Uh. You don't? Wasn't it your idea? The little girl speaking for you insisted, though you said nothing and had a big smile on your face, so I assumed it was your will as well..."

"There's people there. In Nephilz. Right? And you! You're one of them! All of you, you're all monsters. I want my orange pillow rat back."

I think this is the first time I've ever said anything this pathetic out loud. I'm proud of myself. And, I feel like an idiot. Oh well, it's only Ouji, he doesn't matter. I'll just pretend he's a human-sized punching bag for now.

However, of course, Ouji had to defy my expectations. He had to prove himself as a human instead. His tone turned somber.

"Sounds like you've had it rough. This isn't an easy world for anyone to live in, whether they are commoner, homunculi, a Mage, or a prince. When it comes down to it, and we come together under pressure, we all do our best for each other. When it becomes too hard for us to live, we are given the choice to no longer fight alone. That's what is important."

"What do you know. The Ouji has some idealism to him. How novel."

"'The' Ouji? Never have I been called in that way. You are the absolute str— most delightfully surprisingly girl I've met."

I hate this guy.

"You really want to have sex with me, don't you?"

"With a beautiful girl, yes. However, I am not the type of person who couples lightly, I will have you know, despite the rumors you may have heard."

I really hate this guy.

"I'm less than two weeks old."

Ouji didn't falter.

"You're quite intelligent for one so young."

"I have zero interest in men."

"Oh. Yeah, I've heard that before. Those girls are the most fun to talk with. And, about half the time, they seem to not mind my company."

This slick riajuu bastard. Are you enjoying life? Are you happy being born with social skills intact? Do you want a prize for being an assassination target? Do you really think a stranger like me cares? I will have you know I have a scarf I can both strangle you with and deploy into a girl who can strangle you as well!

"This time it's absolutely impossible. I'd rather die. No, before it happened, I'll kill myself to protect my honor! People are the absolute worst. All of them can just go die. All of humanity should just go extinct. Let the world become full of nothing but smiling bishoujo and loli Anime Girls."

"You are verbose for a homunculi. Usually, they sound like death itself were chasing you down. If you are my death, I would gladly go."

Ouji slid past the parts he had zero chance of understanding like my words were a fart in the wind. This guy. I suppose I did go too far with the humanity must die part. Eh. I don't know why I said it. I'm still mad at everyone, everything, aren't I? I'm taking it out of Ouji, but he's happily tanking it. His armor class must be high. Can I still hate this guy, after realizing that? It's not like I have to like him, but, I feel I should at least admit he's a decent person. In this conversation, I know which person I would trust more to run their own lives, and who would treat others better, and it's not me.

I just want to avoid. I just want to run away. I'm past the age of thirty and I've died once, but I never did pass up Shinji from Evangelion in terms of maturity, did I?

"How sad." I said out loud. I don't know why I'm talking to him. What could I possibly say? What could he possibly tell me?

"What is?"

"There's no way you could understand. I'm from another world."

"I've heard that before. There was this one girl, she was the closeted type, one of the Artists, and she could speak of nothing but being from another world and how she wanted to have sex with me for 'experimentation purposes.'"

I feel a kinship with this girl. Except the experimentation with Ouji part, choose another girl and we have a match.

"No, I'm really from another world. Have you heard of magic eggs?"

"Oh. Kirei's spell. Yeah." Ouji's voice tightened. "You're, one of his?"

"Sadly. He had this book in the cavern where I grew. I read it. Nasty guy." I'll keep the part where I empathized with him secret. My destructive tendencies towards the human race were already clearly voiced, anyways.

"I have never heard of a homunculi who cursed the Mage that grew them. Still, this is a relief. I almost thought I would have to leave. But, you hate him. It's the hate that matters."

Ouji sounded interested in me. No, of course this riajuu bastard is. I have to admit, I wanted to tell him. Anyone, really. Ah, screw it. I'm already in a terrible mood anyways, and it's just an Ouji, stock characters die off quickly and no one cares. He already has assassins after him, so his death is foreshadowed. A prince character in an isekai is either a villain or a romance target, if it's for girls. There's no chance of the second one, so I suppose he will die. This conversation doesn't matter at all.

"In my world..."

I talked at length. My explanation grew detailed, with Ouji egging me on. He nodded his head in interest and kept asking questions, and despite myself I kept answering them. I was tired already, and by the time the topic of Anime died down, I wanted to go close my eyes. The last time I talked this long to someone in real life, I can't remember when that was.

"Are you tired?"

Ah, Ouji noticed. Yeah, that's right. My Anime Girl face is easy to read. Which means, my emotions are clearly displayed. I didn't bother hiding them in my last life, so even if I needed to, I wouldn't know how.

"Yeah."

"Okay. You see this white tent?"

I looked. We've been staring at it this whole conversation. My eyes usually went from that to the sky and back to the white tent, I wasn't looking much at Ouji at all. It slipped my mind why I felt drawn here.

"You spoke of a being from the art of 'Anime,' this being, a Dojiko, was it?"

"Yeah..." I don't like where this is going.

"It reminded me of the girl in this tent. She is a Wilder. I came out here, myself, to witness the morning ritual."

Ritual?

The sun rose. As the dawn broke, four girls in shining white and gold cloth exited the tent. They all had long staves. At the top were mirrors, as if they wanted to make absolutely sure everyone would see them. Fancy crystals, light bounced off of them, refracting into my eyes, making me squint out of reflex. Slowly, a girl crawled out from the tent, and she stood, yawning big. I saw them.

So, Schrodinger's Breasts do exist. I thought it was a debunked theory, but I can see it for sure now. These are, I'm going to call them Breasts X. Yeah. That's, about, roughly, if I were or were not to describe them, they might or might not look like this. My jaw dropped. I saw Hohemi's breasts, Anime Girl's breasts, and my breasts, but Breasts X...

I suppose Yarko has competition now in the realm of unknowable beings from beyond.

"Are those... real?"

"Maybe. Now, be careful. Don't make any sudden movements. She's quicker than she looked. I almost died once because of those."

What happened?! Did Ouji get sandwiched between Breasts X and suffocate? How thick is your plot armor that you were able to survive?!

I looked on as the four girls in white tried to escape, but one by one, they were glomped. I've never seen this in real life. Glomping is a subset of Anime Girl Physics, no, Anime Physics itself. It's a cliche where an anime character will tackle someone they love in an adoring manner, either to show their love in a visual manner or to show the love being dangerous to the character being glomped.

I read online that at Anime Conventions, sometimes a, r e a l g i r l, would try this. In real life. Towards an attractive male she does not know. One story was from the man's perspective, and he dodged out of the way to avoid physical danger to his body. After all, it's a tackle. You could die.

So, what I saw in front of me quickly escalated. First, it was just glomping. Then, the girl's clothes slid off. A trap nearby was triggered and they were covered in dirt and mud. A geyser, somehow, appeared out of the ground, and all five girls were naked, covered in mud, and sliding around.

My eyes were too busy processing what I was seeing to understand. By the time I came to any sense of logic, the five girls were completely dry, wearing aprons with swimsuits, and cooking. The cooking pot was a sickly purple. No. It's impossible. This shouldn't be... this looks exactly like!

My logical brain shut down completely. I stood.

Ouji stood as well. He whispered. "Always entertaining. Make sure you walk away slowly. I believe she can smell fear. Empty your mind."

Oh, it's empty. It's empty and I'm scooting back. No think now. Thought bad. Both of us retreated to a safe distance near the camp. I stared off towards the shining white tent. An explosion sounded out. Is that, a mushroom cloud? My logical brain started to boot up again. Good thing I have an SSD.

Ouji began to say words with meaning despite what happened. "I'll have you know this. I did come here with the intent of both romance and recruiting you as a bodyguard for your combat ability. I thought it would be fun to have a beautiful girl by my side who could fight with me, and, perhaps, save my life in the process. But, I also enjoyed talking with you and hearing of your world, as well. You don't seem like the type who lets people in easily, so I wanted you to know the truth. Take care"

He's got me dead to rights. I knew a guy once long ago who said the same thing. Not much has changed. Ouji smiled at me, then left. What a good person. I hate him.

I sighed. You know. No one likes someone damaged. Autist or Anime Girl, when it comes to entertainment or stories, when the camera gets set on them, they pretty up. Would anyone have watched It's My Fault I'm Not Popular! if the girl wasn't cute? There's people who like the eyebags on the main character of that show because she makes them feel better about themselves. I liked her, too.

I thought of the Dojiko and her complementary existence, Breasts X. There was appeal there. This is the power of cute. Vulnerability isn't a fine art, it's vulnerability. I suppose you could say that Breasts X is a being of the vulnerable. She happens to be an attractive existence, as well. That's a winning combination.

Perhaps my only problem is that I'm not a winning combination. I knew the greater the desire the greater the despair is, in general, how the mind works. I've always had to keep simplifying to understand how everything works, and soon, my life was consumed by understanding. All of the greed for understanding didn't lead to satisfaction, it lead towards more greed. Which isn't too bad, considering what other humans do to get their satisfaction. At least on earth, dopamine releases when you are anticipating a reward, not when you get it. Which is why the best rewards have a sense of expectation you'll do more with them. It's an endless game.

If there is an alternative, it's living with the world as is, setting your expectations to whatever is right in front of you, going along with the reality that's there. This world is transient. I knew all that. But, I also know that feelings are subject to Wonkaville-ness. Logic is the tiny, scrappy underdog that keeps getting up time and time again, no matter how many times it's beaten down, and Emotion is the... Breasts X pushing down on it.

I shook my head. I'm tired. What Ouji said made sense, which is a bad sign. I stared up at the moon, with it's sprawling metropolis melting into invisibility with the rise of the sun. My autist isekai is weird as I expected.

I headed back. There, I met the little girl I rolled back into her tentacle butcher tent last night. Anime Girl woke up at the smell of the soup she was cooking. Imouto said "someone was hungry, so I cooked." I couldn't breach the topic of the tentacles at the time because she forced some soup on me, what's more, four portions of it. She offered me a job, strangely, just like Hohemi. Told me to meet her at her place, the Laughing Dragon. I liked the name.

I took the soup back to my tent. Anime Girl separated from me in Stand form and kneeled down. I offered her a bowl of soup, but she pointed to my mouth. Oh. Yeah, I guess Stands aren't able to eat. Right? Whatever.

I summoned Niji and Yarko despite Stehy's protests. I told her to eat. I offered Yarko a bowl with a smile. She gratefully accepted. Then I turned to Niji. My other loafer loli.

Niji had a blush on her face and blonde twintails. The dress felt familiar, but I couldn't place it. Ah, whatever, I handed her a soup bowl and she spilled it. I went to Imouto and asked for another bowl.

The smell consumed me. This is food, and I haven't eaten this life. I won't count that biscuit in the waterfall cave.

"Itadakimasu."

Anime Girl Logic activated and I put my hands together and said what needed saying. I suppose there are some laws that cannot be violated. As I drank the soup, I began to understand. This is what I was waiting for... I'm gonna be the Eating King!

Or not. But, I have a reason to go to Nephilz, now. Let me eat!