The wall in front of him seemed utterly unfamiliar, and he could see his surroundings with clarity…

[Wait, I can see things around me clearly, without my glasses??!!]

Before he could entertain the idea of 'suddenly' acquiring his eyesight back, his eyes noticed something.

"The wall?" he muttered, his voice laced with a subtle note of surprise after taking a good look at what seemed to be a 'gold-embroidered' wall.

"What the…whe.r..e…?" he struggled to speak, his words faltering as he began to notice never-seen-before details in the room. He turned his head frantically, his disbelief growing with each new sight.

[the f*ck…] flabbergasted, his eyes feeling like they might pop out with every turn of his head.

[was I on a vacation or something? Some relative's house?] his mind raced through every possible possibility.

Hastily scanning the room for his glasses out of habit, even though there might not be any practical use for them anymore..., but to his surprise, he found that he was lying on a king-sized bed, and Instead of his glasses, there was a stool.

Wow

Morph found himself mesmerized into those curvy legs of the stool…

[Now what do we have here, hello gorgeous…]

[wait] sudden realization.

[No…nonono it can't be, they aren't rich enough to have this type of woodwork on a stole much less such wall!!] a contradiction to his previous assumption made him hold his head in frustration.

Thinking again, [Maybe that, yes, maybe I'm on a trip with my friends (that he doesn’t really have any)… or family…!!]

[No they are hella' cheap! As if they will, wait, then why hell am in this luxurious looking shit that hard to come by even on the television??!!] another realization.

This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.

His thoughts turned pessimistic as nothing else made sense to him [Kidnapping??!! no, looking at the room they already rich enough, not like my parents will even be able to pay...]

[Human trafficking??!! But isn’t this room too fancy for that? what are they gonna traffic me to?] hugging himself as the thought went through his mind.

[Ain't way am selling, unless he not in right state of mind...] It was hard to believe that he could be this logical and realistic, many people have hard time digesting this harsh reality after all, for example Morph, well most of the time, which was not the case today.

[NO, IT CAN'T BE... What's left? Organs? NO, NO, NO! I cherish every bit of my body... NOOOOOOOOO! ]

Frantically scanning his surroundings, searching for any possible hiding spot, even a rat hole, his confusion only grew deeper.

After moments of panic, he found solace in the reflection of a mirror...

A robust figure of standing on bed in his pajamas, with diamond print... terrible taste I would say…

But the appearance substituted for whatever that seemed flaw, and those muscles at the top of that... even that terrible print couldn't hide them…his hands moving toward his face unknowingly…soft…smooth…

The Wow 2

Isekai?

Suddenly, a word echoed in my mind. It was a relatively new concept in the world of comics, but given his nature, he was familiar with it...

[Is it what I think it is? not a dream, right?]

[ ..should I pinch? ]

bringing his hand near his cheek.. he took a big chunk of that flawless skin into pinch.

No pain

[It's a damn dream...

What did I expect?] maybe there was something to expect after all.

He chastised himself for being so easily fooled, for being... this simple minded.

But this dream... it was still really very...different?

It was just too real, and he was able to think straight, maybe he got a talent for hyper-realistic dreams? Normally his dreams made no sense like him turning into huge green monster or flying in the dark sky with cardboard wings, if it was not absurd enough, all this taking place when he was chasing after an girl with legit wings on her back(white)(basically an angel).

After contemplation, he collected himself and sat back onto the bed.

[…If it's a dream can't I do anything here?]

The Inevitable had come… An idea emerged from the deepest part of m,.. his brain…

The evilest grin emerged from this very face that could be said to be of an angel.

He was thinking of same thing that every boy his age would think...

[hehehehe... ]

But his excitement from daydreaming was short-lived.

Knock Knock

"Master Laurance" a mature voice came from behind the white gold laced door "The breakfast is being served.."

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