“Who are you—“
As the poor guard raised his baton in an attempt to appear threatening, Roan casually swung his bat and hit him in the head, knocking him unconscious.
Fucking hell. Roan rubbed his sore forearms.
This was the umpteenth guard he had to knock unconscious, and he was quickly losing count. A trail of unconscious people lied on the cold hard floor behind him, each knocked down by a clean hit to the back of their heads.
It had been a chore trying to locate the armory of Elmwood’s local police station, but after all his efforts, he was finally acquiring the tasty fruit of guns and bullets.
Let’s finally test out this bad boy. Roan, using previous knowledge regarding gun safety and gun handling, flipped the handgun’s safety, and aimed it at the metallic door’s doorknob.
Tightening his hold and straightening out his arm, he pressed the trigger, and a bullet shot forward with a loud, echoing bang.
The door’s lock was blown and destroyed, and it slowly opened, revealing the shadowy dark room inside.
“That felt nice.” Roan smiled, flipped the safety of his handgun once more so he wouldn’t accidentally shoot himself, and entered the room, flicking on the light switch.
As the shadows and darkness dispersed, Roan’s eyes lit up with indescribable joy. His eyes feasted at the grand sight, and he licked his lips, excited and hungry to hoard more loot.
Stored inside the armory was akin to the image he envisioned in his mind. Stacked atop the racks, in rows and columns, were various handguns and shotguns, batons and shields. There were boxes of bullets stored at the bottom, each organized for their respective guns and magazines.
While the shields and baton aren’t that useful considering I plan on taking a long-range build in the dungeon, exploiting my newfound teleportation abilities, they’re still nice to have. Roan sighed, pulling out two black bags from his bag. Unfortunately, I don’t have much space for them.
Roan swiftly acted as the alarm bell rang across the entire station. Slamming the door and keeping it shut by tumbling down a shelf of ammos in front of it, Roan hurriedly opened the two garbage bags he took out from his backpack and eyed the guns and bullets with a sparkling gaze.
Handguns, shotguns, batons, boxes of bullets, and magazines, he grabbed everything he could take. In less than five minutes, he had filled up his two trash bags with loot equaling to thousands of dollars when sold.
His breathing accelerated when he glanced at the loot he had gathered, but he broke out of that trance when a series of heavy footsteps rang from the hallway outside. It was either his intuition or sense of danger, but he could clearly feel the incoming cops making their way in his direction.
Wearing a mocking smile, Roan snorted, and mumbled, “Catch me if you can.”
The door slammed open, forcefully pushing the shelf blocking the door away, and causing bullets to wildly flood out of the opened boxes on the shelf.
The armed personnel of the station warily aimed their handguns and raised their shields, preparing to attack and capture any madman in sight, but they were abruptly greeted by white light when they opened the door.
Bathed in white sparks, Roan gloated at them before he disappeared, jumping through space in the blink of an eye.
When the light receded and more guards arrived, they were met with an empty armory, with guns scattered in a mess and bullets having fallen to the ground.
“Where… Where’s the thief?”
…
Roan reappeared in a flash of white light as he landed inside a familiar yet unfamiliar room—his room, but also not.
Observing Roan’s abode, the young man whistled as he saw the nicely decorated bedroom. He does have a nice sense of aesthetics.
Discarding his useless thoughts, Roan teleported downstairs and opened the door to the front yard. There, he found his hidden katana placed inside shrubs and foliage. He tossed his bag and trash bags inside, hid his tracks, and made sure no one would notice the loot hidden in the shrubs in his house’s front yard.
Is this even my house? Roan wondered, checking the time on his phone. It’s barely been two hours?
Roan felt that more time should have passed by now considering the eventful journey he just had, but delving deeper into the matter, he realized that everything aligned nice and tight.
Stealing the bat, ransacking a couple of stores, acquiring his first handgun, devising a plan to raid the armory, actually raiding it, and getting his final piles of loot wasn’t all that time-consuming after a bit of introspection.
As he hummed thoughtfully, placing his hand on his waist, he gazed at the open window leading to his room, and was suddenly intrigued. Should I snoop around my room?
Thinking for a while, he shrugged his shoulders, and found no reason why he shouldn’t. He still had a little bit of time to burn, and he could just jump out of this reality whenever.
It’s my first parallel world anyways. I gotta at least satisfy my curiosity, right? White sparks coalesced around his body, and he reappeared inside his room.
Familiar with the dimensions of his own room, he landed right beside his desk and pulled back the chair.
Sitting on the gaming chair, Roan silently mocked his other self, and muttered, “A gaming chair? You replaced your ergonomic office chair with this?”
Shaking his head, he turned on the computer, and continued to berate this world’s Roan.
Not even a password, how careless can you be? Do you use the same passwords for all of your accounts as well?
While critiquing, Roan saw that this computer was still logged in to a couple of accounts, and he began his snooping.
However, just as he started, he paused in shock, staring dumbfoundedly at the screen right when he opened snapshot, an online platform for posting images and messaging others.
Back when he had stalked his other self, Roan had seen the thousand plus followers this world’s Roan had, but the number of people chatting him was just insane. Moreover, as he stared at the unseen messages and read them, he couldn’t help but widen his eyes even further.
Hey.
Wyd?
I miss you
I like you!
President, please, I’m begging you…
Can we get to know each other…
From casual messages to full blown confessions, Roan glanced at those messages left on delivered and stared at the ceiling.
“Have I made a mistake?” Roan questioned his entire existence. “Was picking the athletic guy archetype the wrong choice? Did I choose the wrong path when I locked in with being the weird athletic kendo guy who’s also kinda good looking with a nice physique?”
Comparison is the thief of joy; truth is the poison that dilutes the bliss of ignorance.
Roan had multiple reasons for joining the kendo club. Other than the fact that Daniel had joined the basketball club, and that Ethan was part of the Math Club, Roan wanted to join the kendo club so that he could hopefully become a popular guy at school.
Think about it.
Kendo is a popular sport at Novara. If he could get good at kendo, he would become popular!
Was that when I started to develop narcissistic tendencies?
While that was true, and he had done much more than just being popular, fueling his ego, satisfying his narcissism, his other self had done much, much more than just being popular.
He’s basically drowning!
I thought what I had was a lake, but it was nothing more than a pond, and what he had was the ocean!
Nothing stung more than when you are worse than yourself.
Should I have just joined the culinary arts club instead of the kendo club? Roan sighed, and he gritted his teeth.
No. I can’t be outdone by my other self. There’s no way he’s this good, right? There must be a flaw he has… I can’t be the only weirdo among Roans!
Roan desperately began to search, and soon enough… he unexpectedly acquired a lot of evidence that showed that Roan wasn’t as normal as he thought he was.
Bookmarked on his browser were tons of sites linked to dreams and studies about the mind. He also saw many fanfics saved up with rather disturbing synopsis and tags.
Dreams… And these fanfics… Roan tried to read one of them and felt his eyes were flooded by sin. What the fuck?! Boy preggers?! He got knotted by the alpha?!
Roan hurriedly closed the site and instead snooped around Roan’s files instead.
However, while traumatized by what he just read, Roan also wore a smug smile and cackled inwardly.
SIgh, classic Roan Peregrine. I knew this guy wasn’t as good as he portrayed himself to be. There’s no way a Roan would be a normie.
Did it speak volumes to Roan’s character that he was happy to find his other self being a depraved person with ‘unique’ interests? Maybe.
Eventually, while snooping around Roan’s files, Roan found a file titled “Lucid Diaries.”
He seemed to connect the dots in his head as he gradually realized why there were so many bookmarked sites about dreams in Roan’s browser.
Curious by the strange title, Roan clicked it open, and a series of entries were presented before him.
“Day one.”
“It was a huge failure, but I’m not giving up. I do remember more tidbits of my dreams compared to before after employing some of the methods mentioned online.”
“I vaguely remember Ella in my dream catching me cheating with a random woman and castrating me. It should be considered a nightmare rather than a dream at that point. Is my subconscious secretly warning me that I shouldn’t continue with this project?”
“No, I have to continue with this, or else I’d risk ruining my relationship with Ella. Damn it, she mustn’t know I’ve already lost my virginity, much less when we were already in a relationship back then!”
“My libido is just too high. I need to resolve this through some other way. If only she wasn’t so afraid to try something new, but I can’t blame her. The first time is always the scariest, but once you get a taste of it… it just sucks you into a whirlpool of depravity.”
“Day four.”
“I’ve been able to remember more and more of my dreams as of late, but I haven’t gotten that feeling of realizing I’m in a dream yet.”
“Maybe I’m just impatient, but progress has just been a little too slow to my liking. Sigh, at times like this, I wish humans could just sleep more.”
“Day ten.”
“I’m gradually gaining more lucidity in my dreams. I’ve even managed to realize I was in a dream, but it feels like the warning signs are becoming too much.”
“I even thought Ella caught me being a little too intimate with other members of the culinary arts club, but thankfully, it was all just a dream. I need to learn how to lucid dream quickly, or else… Damn it, why are there so many people messaging me in the first place?!”
“It’s like the Devil himself is tempting me to practice infidelity.”
“No, I must resist.”
“Lord, heavenly father, please help me power through and resist these temptations.”
“Day sixteen.”
“Someone admitted they had a crush on me, and I know them quite well.”
“I of course rejected them, like always, since I already have a girlfriend, but they were particularly persistent.”
“By the end of it, they even said they were fine if I just used them, that I could act like I want them, and do whatever I want with them. They wouldn’t leak any of the deeds I’ll do, and would keep it a secret from Ella.”
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“I… I almost accepted, but I somehow resisted in the end.”
“If they kept pestering for a minute or two more though… I might have just done something bad.”
“Day twenty.”
“Success… I’ve had my first success!”
“I finally had a lucid dream! And wow, it’s so unreal!”
“I could fly, shoot beams from my eyes, and I could even swallow stars!”
“Unfortunately, I got too caught up with the amazingness of it all and forgot my main purpose. Now I’m writing this with my mind at an all-time low.”
“Fuck, why are the people at the culinary arts club all acting like they want a piece of me?! We’re supposed to just be cooking and making cool cute art with food, so why are their hands wandering to all sorts of places?!”
“It’s like workplace harassment… Damn it, I can’t take this anymore! I need to lucid dream, or else!”
“Day twenty-one.”
“I failed. I managed to become lucid but lost that lucidity real quick. Moreover, one of my close friends confessed to me. Damn it, damn it!”
“The temptations!”
“The devil is tempting me!”
“I need to resist. I need to do this for Ella!”
“Day twenty-three.”
“Ella and I went on a date, and I couldn’t focus on her.”
“Instead, I’m constantly haunted by visions of her castrating me, torturing me, catching me in the act when I failed to resist the temptations and losing my years-long relationship with her.”
“I don’t want that. I don’t want to lose her, but damn it, DAMN IT!”
“I’m just so fucking frustrated by everything right now.”
“Day twenty-six.”
“Passionate kisses are barely holding me back.”
“I love Ella, I really do, but my wants are just constantly gnawing at the back of my mind. I don’t want to ask her of anything and risk messing things up, but fucking hell, why does the world feel like it wants me to fall down to the pits of sinful hell?”
“We were just cuddling during a sleepover, and I didn’t even have any intentions of pushing things any further, but why? How?! How did it reach that point?! I was… The heavens were in the palm of my hands!”
“She’s just my friend. I have a girlfriend damn it!”
“Heavenly father, the almighty creator of heaven and earth, please, I urge you to guide my mind onto the land of controlled dreams. Only in that place can I vent my desires without risking anything.”
“Day twenty-eight.”
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.”
“I shouldn’t have gotten drunk. I shouldn’t have gotten drunk. I shouldn’t have gotten drunk.”
“I thought it was a dream. I THOUGHT IT WAS A DREAM!”
“I thought I was barely lucid, and… and…”
“DAMN IT!”
“Day twenty-nine.”
“For some reason… Maybe it’s because of the night before, relieving me greatly of my pent up emotions, but I’m strangely calm right now.”
“After getting over the tumultuous emotions over my… well, infidelity, I managed to become lucid in my dream. It was so… easy? If that’s even the right word.”
“I deeply regret doing ‘that’ yesterday, but what’s done is done.”
“That’s the umpteenth time that I’ve cheated on Ella.”
“Sigh, twice in a single month…”
“Day thirty.”
“I have attained inner peace.”
“Lucid dreaming… I have mastered it.”
“I can lucid dream whenever I want to now. Even a casual nap could become a lucid dream.”
“Every dream I have, whether actively or passively, would eventually become a lucid dream.”
“No more temptations in the physical realm could harm me and the relationship I have with Ella! I can fully go wild in the mental world, and finally purge my growing sinful heart!”
“What… the hell…” Roan felt as if he was reading the words of a madman. The hairs on his body stood straight, and a chill crawled down his spine the more he read.
It was as if he was personally witnessing the deteriorating mind of his other self.
However, the more he read, the deeper he was engrossed into the strange fascinations of this world’s version of him, engrossed enough that he didn’t hear the series of faint footsteps outside the room.
Click.
What—
The door suddenly opened, slowly and gradually, and Roan Peregrine walked in, naked. A towel wrapped around their waist, covering their body, hiding the most important parts from the view of others.
Oh. Fuck.
The two locked eyes for a moment as an awkward silence ensued.
Roan could already see the various thoughts flying in his other self’s mind, like who the heck is he, why does he look so much like me, and things of that sort.
Should I just dip and run? Or should I just—
“Huh, never got this premise while lucid dreaming.” Roan with the pretty boy aesthetics casually took off his towel, locking the door behind him without any apprehension to even be found in his gaze.
He wore an intrigued look, and let the towel covering his body drop to the floor.
Woah there, bucko, why are you getting naked? Roan was too confused that he got paralyzed by it.
“A dream with myself? That’s pretty cool.” He smirked playfully, flipping the light switch in his room. The moment he did so, the lights turned from white to dim red. Then, this world’s Roan closed the window and the curtains, before asking Roan.
“Are you like a doppelganger? A clone?” Culinary Roan asked with a smile as the room dimmed.
“I’m you…” Roan absentmindedly responded. “From another universe.”
“Oh wow…” Roan Peregrine smiled, admiring his other self’s face. “A multiverse background this time? Hehehe, now that’s fun.”
Then, before Roan could even process things, his other self leaned in, their eyes hazy with desire. He could vaguely pick out the scent of a familiar soap and a familiar shampoo. His vision was filled by a pair of dark brown pupils, and upturned lips.
W-W-What… What the fuck is happening right now.
Roan instinctively leaned back, pulling himself away from his other self’s face, but Culinary Roan’s smile turned even wider as he leaned in closer.
The young man’s mind blanked out as he felt a soft pair of lips brushed against his, and he reflexively gasped for breath. A tongue struck at the opportune moment, causing Roan to return back to reality. His pupils widened and constricted, and his hand instinctively fidlded in the air, trying to find something to hold on to.
He unknowingly grasped his other self by the waist, who then pulled back, a trail of saliva dangling by the tips of their tongue.
“You’re such a virgin, aren’t you?” Culinary Roan teased.
What… What?! What the hell did I just do?!
Roan’s mind degraded into an upheaval. Vivid recollections of the past few seconds replayed in his head, and the truth dawned upon him like a bucket of cold water.
Did I really just kiss myself?
Did I, Roan Peregrine, really just kiss myself?!
Before Roan could think any further, Culinary Roan provocatively reached downwards, attacking Roan’s weakspot.
His eyes turned bloodshot and he groaned, gazing at the sky with a heart thumping as loud as it could. His veins pulsed with vigor, and Roan huffed loudly.
His other self’s smile widened, and his hands adeptly moved, constricting and loosening its grip with clear experience.
He dug his fingers into his Culinary Roan’s waist, and gradually lost his mind.
With every pulse and wave of loosening and tightening, was another drop of sinful pleasure, of depravity beyond words.
Are you really going to continue like this, Roan Peregrine?! Roan screamed from the depths of his mind, trying to wake himself up.
Are you really going to continue with this sinful act? Are you going to defile the lord’s name, and fuck yourself, metaphorically and literally?!
Are you really going to lose your virginity to yaoi selfcest?!
Yes.
Roan couldn’t hold it in any longer.
His eyes turned bloodshot as he grabbed Culinary Roan by the waist, lifting himself up with ease.
His other self widened their eyes for a bit, before regaining their calm and muttering, “Forceful, are we?”
Roan dropped them to the bed, and mumbled under his breath, “The multiverse is so vast, so infinite; someday, somewhere, I would eventually come to this same conclusion.”
“I might as well do this now rather than later.”
“This…” Roan’s eyes sparkled as he attained enlightenment on the spot. “Yaoi selfcest is inevitable.”
…
“Ding!”
“You’ve completed the legendary achievement ‘Losing my virginity by fucking myself from another world who thinks they’re in a lucid dream.’”
Roan could almost hear the mocking voice of some system announcing his accomplishment as he rolled out of bed naked. The worst thing besides how messed up the situation was, was how good it felt.
So that’s why people love sex so much. Roan still felt his skin crawl as he recalled that unimaginable high. Maybe it felt even better because I was doing it with myself.
Maybe his diary passages weren’t so insane. Roan licked his moist lips and subconsciously touched his neck.
Sighing to himself, Roan glanced at his other self and felt his impulsive thoughts running wild.
Before he could even think about it clearly, he rushed to grab towels and tissues.
He cleaned his other self up, fixed the bed, and sprayed the room with an aromatic scent. He returned the lights to its normal whiteness, unfurled the curtains, and opened the window.
In just a few minutes, he made it appear that this world’s Roan had fallen asleep after taking an after-school nap, and dreamed of something strange.
Roan tapped his forehead, his chest, the area around his left shoulder, then the area around his right shoulder, pressed his hands together, and sincerely pleaded his wishes to the heavens above.
Please, oh heavenly father, the almighty creator of heaven and earth, please! Please make this poor boy believe that everything has been a dream. Please let him believe every time we encounter again in the future that it’s nothing but a mere dream!
Please, please, please!
This was in all honestly a miraculous jackpot for Roan, because what were the chances he would encounter a version of him that was pretty as heck, an avid lucid dreamer that had plenty of unusual experiences in their dreams, and believed that meeting an alternative version of himself to be just a mere dream?
One in infinity. It was that slim.
He can’t lose this chance, he must not lose this chance.
Bidding one last look at his other self, Roan flashed to his hidden stash, and white sparks coalesced around his body.
Guns, check. Bullets, check. Virginity… Gone.
Fucking hell, I lost my virginity to yaoi selfcest. Roan’s eyes were hollow as he returned to the familiar void of nothingness, and quickly located his home universe. Flying through the void with greater ease than before, he left behind a starry trail as he drilled into the universal barrier.
The cosmos flashed past in his vision as a warped blur, with countless stars and swirling galaxies disappearing as quickly as they came. A blue planet soon came into view, one that hovered around a bright sun. Traveling through the empty void of space, he flew at speeds beyond light, and tore through reality, arriving inside his bedroom with a burst of white light.
“Finally back home.” Roan heaved a sigh of relief and took out his phone to check the time.
It’s already seven. He exhaled deeply. I gooned for an hour straight.
An hour! With himself! It was basically masturbation! It was heavenly, yes, but at the barest of bones, he was fucking himself in that situation. He crumbled into his bed, a bed so similar to the one where swords fought and sweat dripped…
“Fuck!” Roan jumped off his bed, cursing loudly. He mumbled some incomprehensible words, tucked his bag and trash bag under his bed, and walked out of his room. He could not stay for another second in that room unless he wanted deplorable, sinful thoughts to enter his mind.
Instead, he went downstairs, having taken out the snacks he stole from the convenience store he robbed. He sat on the couch, turned on the television, and slowly distracted himself from his previous actions by drowning it out with an all-familiar show—Me, Myself, and I Loving Each Other.
“FUCK!” Roan turned off the television and screamed into his pillow. Just why was everything becoming a selfcest reference all of a sudden?
He had to think of something else, something more productive. Tossing the pillow aside, he returned to his room, took some paper and pen, and sat back at the living room couch.
What is my game plan now? Roan theoretically had access to the entirey of the multiverse, but there was obvious limitations that he had found. The ‘distance’ and duration I can travel in the, hmm…
Now that he thought about it, what should he call everything?
Okay, first off, the white light. Roan smacked his lips and decided on a rather simple name. Traveler’s Spark. That has a nice ring to it.
Universes are also simple enough, and I’ll just call the emptiness between realities as the Multiversal Void. Roan nodded his head and found the arrangement appropriate.
Okay, whenever I travel across the void as an immaterial creature, the void would constantly exhaust my power and I’d have to enter a new reality to recuperate. Roan scribbled down his notes. Travel toward new parallel, closeby universes doesn’t take much power, and the return trip is even easier. Teleportation takes no energy to do, so I could abuse that if I have to.
With all that said and done, I have no real control over what universe I can go to. Roan sighed. In theory, if I wander around enough, I could travel to anime universes or things like that, but the coordinates of their reality are unknown to me.
I should periodically travel to new, farther universes every week, perhaps around twice or thrice. For parallel universes, I could probably do that three to five times a week. Roan quickly made a new framework for his future activities.
It’s quite risky though, especially with time dilation being a thing. What if I spent just a second in one world and a century had passed in here? Roan clicked his tongue. I wonder if my cosmic awareness would help me discern the flow of time of realities before I enter them?
He had a lot of things to test, but he had time. He doesn’t have to rush things. For now, he should prioritize on things he does have access to.
I now have guns, and I could just keep stealing money from alternate worlds when I have to, so in the future, I don’t really have to get a job. Roan snickered. Should I drop out of high school too? Nah, that won’t work.
“Okay, with the guns, I could probably steamroll through that dungeon, right? It is quite worrying that a gun is just a tier two weapon though.” He furrowed his brows. “I’ll just have to fuck around and find out later.”
With the gun at hand, he had more confidence in exploring the dungeon, and with the time dilation, he could spend quite a bit of time inside the dungeon and only a little bit of time would have passed on Earth. He couldn’t always bank on that though, because interdimensional travel still posed a lot of mysteries that he didn’t understand.
So, game plan. Roan scribbled down in his notes. Practice marksmanship in a new alternate universe tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and so on, then grind in the dungeon for the weekends.
I don’t know what excuse I should have though to be outside for Saturday and Sunday. Roan hummed thoughtfully. Well, I’ll deal with that later.
…
Time quickly passed and Roan was in the living room munching on pizza and drinking coke. While a bit unhealthy and something he doesn’t usually consume, he deserved it, especially after he just acquired access to guns.
I wonder if I’ll even have access to magic. Roan checked the clock and saw that his mother should arrive soon if her predictions were right. Do I even have a soul? Do I have the necessary requirements to practice magic in the first place?
Different universes have different fundamental principles, and Roan was pretty damn sure he was born into a purely scientific universe. Well, maybe science is magic, but who gives a crap about that.
Magic was magic; magic is when he could cast fireballs out of his hands just like that self-bombing mage from before, not that ‘I can call someone from the other side of the world with the magic of technology’ bullshit.
“I might really have to struggle to attain magic…” Roan mumbled self-deprecatingly, when the living room door opened, and his mother walked in.
She wore a beige colored jacket on top of a black turtleneck, a pair of light blue jeans, and black shoes. Her hair was tied into a bun, and on her face were circular glasses with a golden frame.
“I’m back,” she said with an exhausted tone. “Those gals would just not run out of energy!”
“Right.” Roan chuckled. “Where did you guys go today?”
“We ate at that fancy steak house, you know the one, for lunch.” She untied her hair. “And then we went drinking at the bar, before going to karaoke.”
“Ew…” Roan frowned.
“Extroverts.” He rolled his eyes. “I don’t understand you guys.”
“You’re just an asocial kid, Roan.” Ava chuckled, already used to her son’s bogus comments. “You’ll eventually be like us when you’re more mature.”
“I’ll never go to a bar just to drink alcohol.” Roan snorted. “If I want to be drunk, I’d just be drunk at home.”
“Uh huh.” Ava took off her socks, and crashed on the couch, grabbing one of Roan’s pizza slices. “You’re really planning on finishing this all by yourself?”
“It’s my cheat meal, Mother.” Roan sipped his coke. “I deserve to splurge on food from time to time.”
“You should just go on a bulk.” She snickered. “That way, every meal is just part of the bulk.”
“Ehhhhh.” Roan disagreed. “I don’t wanna go on a bulk, it ruins my aesthetics. My looks aren’t really for the bodybuilder archetype.”
“Sure, if you say so.” Ava shrugged her shoulders and went to the kitchen to grab herself a cup.
…
Braun was trying to sleep, and he couldn’t. He lied down on his bed, his bloodshot eyes staring dazedly at the ceiling. It’s already midnight, and he didn’t get an ounce of sleep in his system.
“This world and that world has a three-hour time difference…” Roan mumbled. No, it should be a 21-hour time difference.
If his calculations were correct, then that world’s Roan should be going to bed right now, or was in his room lying at bed. Either one of the two should be right. And if one of them was right…
He tried to calm down his maddening thoughts and grabbed the edges of his bed tightly. He must resist. He must not fall to the temptation of sin. If he really tried to do what he was planning on doing…
“I’m doing it.” White sparks erupted from his body, and in the next moment, he landed right inside his room, one that was similar yet vastly different as well.
The moment he appeared inside, he saw the door open, and a familiar face walked in.
“Am I in a dream again?” he walked inside, a playful grin dancing on his lips. “I didn’t expect you to be here too. I usually have to will characters I want to meet again into existence. Did my subconscious like it that much?”
“Whatever the case…” The door behind him closed with a click, and the lights turned a dim shade of red. “I’m having fun tonight.”
Thank you, Jesus! Roan screamed in his mind as he took off his pants. For you had listened to the prayers of your pious child!
And so, driven by the case of depravity, Roan and Roan intertwined into one greater whole and did a classic case of selfcest boombayah.