A sound echoed in the void.
Ding!
Like an game achievement pop-up in the blackness of the abyss.
'Wha...? Is this... death? Why can I still think? Is this like, some lucid dream tier event?' Clark thought in wonder.
A voice reached him right after. Feminine and mocking.
"Seriously? Seriously? You got dried up fapping to a 2D girl and croaked? Are you for real? Bwahaha~!"
Clark would've flushed red from embarrassment, had his ghost possessed any circulation. The voice seemed to swirl around him like wind laced with high-class perfume and smugness.
The next moment, the void shifted, morphing into something else.
He found himself on a bed.
Not just any bed, but an immaculate, king-sized floating platform, drifting amidst clouds that looked like they were rendered with RTX ray tracing enabled.
It was like he'd spawned into the bedroom of a sexy, heavenly summon from a mobile RPG's premium banner.
Clark blinked.
Or at least processed a blink command from whatever post-mortem UI he now used instead of brain.
Standing beside him was a woman... no, a goddess.
Her sheer, one-piece white dress clung to her curves like it had been algorithmically designed by horny gamers. Her bare legs extended into the divine, thighs plump enough to crash forums. Her face? 10/10. No contest. Her hair shimmered like a color gradient someone made while high.
She radiated that chaotic aura of a being who'd appeared in exactly three scenes across the entire novel, but defined the merchandising arc.
"Welcome, Clark Anima," she said with a smile that could ruin economies. "To the Boundary Between Worlds." Her voice still held the same mocking, giggling tone as before.
"We'll be reviewing your... life." She paused, tilting her head in wonder. "Or what loosely qualifies as one... But honestly? Let's skip that part."
Clark tried to speak. Rather, to complain. To ask why his heart gave out during a "casual" ecchi scene and not while climbing stairs in high school.
But he couldn't. He lacked... a mouth? Vocal cords? A physical body? Whichever it was he needed to speak was unclear.
The goddess giggled, turning with a slow, deliberate hair flip. She sat beside him, posture perfect, legs crossed like she'd modeled in 400 gacha banners.
Clark's line of sight filled with divine thigh.
She winked.
"With a one-in-100-trillion chance, you've been selected for a full transmigration package to a fantasy world~!"
Her voice sparkled like someone dumped glitter in a Vocaloid filter.
"You may choose as many cheat powers as you like. But for every cheat…" she leaned close, lips inches from his soul, "...you'll receive an equivalent curse. Choose carefully~ ❤"
Unfortunately...
he didn't hear her.
His eyes were locked on the gyatt right beside his face.
Clark wasn't entirely sure how long he had been gawking at the goddess's literally radiant, almost retina-searing glowing body.
Time had lost all meaning the moment he found himself in front of her. This divine being whose presence seemed plucked from a fever dream of a lonely anime-addicted virgin (himself) and then dipped in sparkles, laced in pink fog, and served in a silver platter.
He only came back to his senses when he realized something: she was still talking.
Her voice, smooth and honeyed like melted chocolate sliding off a heated spoon, was prattling on... though he hadn't retained even half of what she said.
Around him, translucent panels, almost holographic in appearance, floated lazily in the air like quest notifications in a poorly optimized mobile game. Each one bore titles that looked like they were ripped straight out of an edgy isekai forum post:
[Heavenly Martial Talent – Can master all martial arts, past, present, and those still unwritten in the mortal realm]
[Ultimate Tamer – Able to command loyalty and obedience from any living creature, from kittens to calamity-class dragons]
[Demon Lord – Dominate all demonic entities and rule the underworld with an iron fist]
"…And so, you can choose any from all these! You can even choose all of it, if you like~!" Her tone cooed at the end, sugary-sweet.
Every movement she made was a sin against celibacy.
Her fingers played with the air, drawing attention to where they traced.
Her soft, marshmallow cheeks; her heaving, gravity-defying bosom that could have had their own zip codes; and her slim, seductive waist that seemed sculpted by the gods in a collaborative fanservice contest.
"I…" Clark wanted to reply, but then it hit him.
He lacked a mouth. Actually, he lacked an entire body.
Right now, he was just a floating blob of smoke-like matter. A glowing white orb of compressed soul energy that somehow looked like a ball of cotton dipped in dry ice smoke.
Seeing his spherical form hesitate, the goddess leaned in with an increasingly mischievous grin.
"Oh, it's fine! I can hear your thoughts loud and clear~! It's like you're broadcasting your dirty little mind through a loudspeaker. No secrets between us, right~?"
"Oh… I see…"
Clark thought sheepishly, internally sweating despite lacking pores or glands.
Feeling a spark of defiance, or perhaps just pure curiosity, he attempted to float upward from the luxurious cloud-like bed he'd been resting on.
Surprisingly, he succeeded!
Though controlling his movements was like trying to play a 3D flight simulator while blindfolded and drunk. He wobbled and spun like a confused drone and ended up phasing straight through the goddess's sheer, silky, thigh-length dress.
"Ohhh!" he gasped in thought.
Below him... nay, above him now were the majestic underboobs of the goddess, gloriously suspended like forbidden fruits dangling from a divine tree.
Under normal theological circumstances, this would be considered a cardinal sin. Possibly smiting-worthy. But instead, the goddess giggled with approval, resting her chin on her palm like a satisfied cat.
"How is it? Pretty, aren't they~?"
"Yes, very much so!" Clark mentally shouted. "But why… why can't I see the crucial parts?!"
No matter how he maneuvered, twisting, spinning, spiraling like an enthusiastic pervert UFO, he couldn't glimpse the truly "sacred lands."
No matter how deep he dove, he felt as if the visual data simply did not render. It was as if reality itself had been coded by puritanical developers. No perky apex or the snowcaps of her Mount Everests, no golden grasslands, no clams; not a single suggestive shadow could be seen!
He trembled with despair.
"Damn it! There's censorship in heaven too?! What is this, divine monetization!?"
"Fufufu~" The goddess's laughter bubbled from her lips, rich and melodic.
"Not everything in life is free, silly! Some pleasures come behind a paywall~"