Kissing Tiamat (2.7K)

"Aaa?"

The woman named Tiamat tilted her head, within her bright red pupils, cross-shaped star patterns seemed to shine, as she curiously examined this "uninvited guest."

Though a little puzzled by Alvin's arrival, Tiamat displayed no hint of hostility.

However, at this point, Alvin was completely dumbfounded, he didn't understand a single word of this woman's message, which sounded as cryptic as an encrypted code.

He instinctively tilted his head in response, a hint of confusion in his gaze.

Tiamat seemed to realize something as she opened her mouth slightly, and a pleasant melody reverberated through this space formed from the Chaos Tide.

"Aaaa (Who are you?)"

Immediately after, when Tiamat spoke again, Alvin was amazed to find that he could actually understand what she was saying.

"Sorry to have disturbed your slumber. I accidentally ended up here."

He spoke in an apologetic tone.

At the same time, he was quietly observing the other party.

Like Alvin himself, Tiamat could in a sense also be considered dragonkind.

On her head was a pair of large, curved horns resembling those of a Beast.

Her bright red eyes, seemingly without the slightest impurity, stared directly at Alvin.

From beginning to end, she had not shown even the slightest sign of wariness or disgust.

In fact, her eyes held an almost girlish innocence.

If Alvin weren't clearly sensing the terrifying aura radiating from her at this moment, it would have been hard to imagine that this was the Primordial Mother Goddess of myth.

As Alvin was marveling at this, Tiamat's voice once again echoed by his ear:

"Aaaaa (Are you a resident of this land?)"

Alvin's mind stirred, and he instinctively responded, "You know where this place is?"

Tiamat gently nodded.

This time, she didn't speak again — instead, she extended her hand, and a small white notebook condensed in her palm.

Tiamat, as the Mother Goddess of the Creation Era, could create anything she desired, even life itself, as long as she willed it.

Of course, the life Tiamat created was completely random, so sometimes it would result in rather bizarre creatures.

The woman raised the white notebook in her hand, and a line of text silently appeared upon it.

"I know where this place is, but I also know that the outside world is no longer the era I once knew."

"The Imaginary Number World is a place used to banish and restrict my power, but I don't seem to be in the Mesopotamian region now."

Tiamat continued writing.

Mesopotamia — that was Tiamat's original domain.

Alvin's expression flickered slightly and he asked, "Can you see a string of numbers in front of you?"

Tiamat lightly nodded and Alvin's heart shook slightly.

As he suspected… Tiamat was also a transmigrator, having arrived in Ancient Britain!

It was just that her existence was so special, that even after transmigrating, she remained in the Imaginary Number World…

Alvin now understood and so, he spoke. "This is the era of Ancient Britain, where King Arthur exists. Recently, large numbers of transmigrators have begun appearing across various eras."

"I think… you've probably appeared here as a transmigrator as well."

"But why you're still in the Imaginary Number World even after transmigrating… that I don't really understand."

In fact, while Alvin was speaking, he already faintly had a guess in his heart.

Perhaps not all transmigrators, upon transmigrating, directly arrived in Ancient Britain.

Take Tiamat, for example… she was simply too special.

If this Primordial Mother Goddess were to appear in Ancient Britain, it could very well cause the collapse of human history , even human order itself.

Of course, such words he naturally wouldn't say aloud.

That would be way too hurtful.

At this moment, he saw Tiamat holding the little white notebook upright in front of him with both hands.

"If my true body were to leave here, I would not be able to control my power… I might become a mindless monster."

"Perhaps that is why this planet placed me here in the Imaginary Number World after my transmigration."

Tiamat wrote.

Alvin was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but take a closer look at this woman who seemed somewhat natural and innocent.

From beginning to end, her expression had not changed in the slightest.

Even when mentioning being targeted by this planet, or more accurately, by the planet's will, Gaia, Tiamat showed not the slightest trace of hatred.

In Alvin's experience in Britain, Morgan would feel jealous that King Arthur possessed both this country and Alvin.

Artoria too had her own share of human negative emotions.

At the end of the day, as long as one was "human," they would inevitably experience emotional fluctuations.

Yet on Tiamat, Alvin could see not the slightest ripple of emotion.

Even when speaking of her banishment, she still responded with complete calm.

Was it the rationality born of the divine nature of the Primordial Mother Goddess… or had she simply grown so tired that she no longer felt hatred or anger?

"Are you afraid that I would leave the Imaginary Number World and affect your country?"

At this moment, Tiamat once again wrote on the notebook.

Saying it that directly, is that really okay?

Couldn't she at least be a little more tactful?

Having grown used to all the roundabout games of the human world, Alvin now found himself a little unprepared for Tiamat's directness.

"My true body is still in a state of slumber. As long as I am not awakened, 'I' will not leave this world."

Tiamat wrote.

Alvin's mind stirred as he suddenly remembered something and asked:

"Come to think of it, your true body is that immensely massive being outside, right? Then… what exactly is this form standing before me now?"

Tiamat's true body was far too massive, and her entire form radiated an ominous aura, this was something Alvin had already sensed when he first approached her.

However, the Tiamat before him now looked remarkably human, in both figure and appearance.

If there was any obvious difference, it was probably the pair of horns on her head and the aura of magical power she radiated, one that was completely distinct from that of a mage.

"My spiritual body."

Tiamat wrote.

In the past, she had always slumbered within the Imaginary Number World, partly because of the planet's will targeting her, and partly because she herself did not wish to harm the planet, so she had sealed herself away.

She had drifted like this through the timeless void of the Imaginary Number World, sleeping for countless ages.

However, after transmigrating, Tiamat had immediately awakened, though not her true body, but a spiritual body condensed from magical energy.

"Do you want to go back?"

At this moment, Tiamat asked again.

Alvin's heart stirred slightly.

"You know how to leave here?"

Tiamat gave a gentle nod.

This woman clearly knew how to leave the Imaginary Number World, but she also understood that, as a Beast, if she were to leave, it would cause great upheaval for the planet's lifeforms, so she continued to restrain herself.

Tiamat wrote and sketched something in the small notebook, then handed it to Alvin.

"If you want to leave now, I can send you out."

If he really could leave, Alvin would be more than happy.

However…

"What about you?" Alvin asked suddenly.

"Will you continue sleeping?"

Tiamat nodded lightly.

"If I leave here, I would cause trouble for everyone."

"If your true body remains here, can your spiritual body not leave either?" Alvin asked.

Tiamat gently shook her head.

Placing one hand lightly over her full chest, for an instant, her figure seemed to grow slightly illusory.

"My spiritual body is formed from magical energy. Without the support of my true body's magic, it would quickly disappear after leaving the Imaginary Number World."

So in other words, she required a constant supply of magic to maintain this spiritual body?

Alvin sighed inwardly.

No wonde, even though she could project a spiritual body, she had never left the Imaginary Number World.

Clearly filled with curiosity about the outside world, yet always restraining herself because of the harm her true body might cause.

Moreover, Tiamat likely hadn't imagined that even after restraining herself this way, she would still become an obstacle to human progress, and in the end vanish completely from this world.

Seeing the silently pondering Alvin, Tiamat handed him the notebook again.

"Follow me."

She was going to take Alvin out of this place.

The Imaginary Number World was far larger than one might imagine.

Even with an immense supply of magical energy, after flying for two days, Alvin still hadn't seen an exit.

Fortunately, both Alvin and Tiamat had an enormous reservoir of magic, and he wasn't in a hurry.

Along the way, Tiamat asked him many questions.

In fact, to Alvin, these were all very basic questions.

For example, what exactly Ancient Britain looked like now, what the modern world was like, whether the gods still existed.

It was clear that she was deeply curious about the outside world.

Alvin answered everything he could in as much detail as possible.

By the third day, Tiamat stopped asking questions and instead looked ahead.

In fact, the Imaginary Number World had no proper exit or entrance, but it did contain a region closest to the surface world.

As long as they reached that region and opened a space gate, they could leave.

Tiamat folded her arms across her chest and gently closed her eyes.

Her red lips parted slightly, revealing an adorable fang.

"Aaaaa——" As the song rang out, the Imaginary Number World seemed to tremble faintly.

At the same time, in one corner of the space ahead, a space gate quietly opened.

Tiamat turned to look at the young man behind her, and the expression on her face softened slightly.

"Aaa (Go.)"

Alvin nodded lightly, but just as he was about to leave, he suddenly stopped and asked:

"Why are you willing to help me?"

"Logically… shouldn't you hate humans?"

Tiamat gently shook her head. "You are not human."

"And… you carry a scent that is very familiar."

The White Dragon, in a sense, had already transcended the boundaries of humanity.

It was precisely because of this that Merlin had thought to send Alvin to Avalon.

'Humans' could not step into Avalon, but mythical beings could.

A familiar scent… could it be the authority of Innate Charm?

Alvin's mind stirred, but before he could think further, he saw Tiamat holding up the notebook again.

"Go. In a little while, the gate will close."

Alvin calmed his thoughts slightly, gave a faint nod, and turned to walk toward the space gate.

Behind him, Tiamat, condensed from magical energy, quietly watched him.

As she saw Alvin's figure gradually enveloped by the light of the space gate, her once-clear and bright red eyes suddenly dimmed.

She lowered her head slightly.

At this moment, she no longer looked like the all mighty Primordial Mother Goddess, but more like a lonely, aggrieved girl.

The White Dragon was a very special kind of being, he could keenly sense both the magical fluctuations and the emotional changes of others.

Thus, the very instant he stepped into the space gate, Alvin scratched his head somewhat irritably.

"Such a hassle…"

From Tiamat's perspective, the Imaginary Number World had remained devoid of any living creature for countless years.

Now that someone had finally come to speak with her, she had to personally send him away.

And afterward, she would return to her true body and once again fall into a long sleep.

This "Mother" had a gentle appearance, but was actually somewhat naive, even when feeling aggrieved, she would bottle it up inside.

At heart, her mindset was that of a young girl, it was only her identity that granted her power sufficient to terrify all.

As the light of the space gate gradually faded, Tiamat quietly withdrew her gaze.

Though it had only been a short time, being able to see another person again in the Imaginary Number World, and even talk about many things she had never known, her heart was already very happy...however.

"I could actually help you."

At that moment, a hand was suddenly placed on her head.

Tiamat instinctively looked up, only to find that Alvin, who should have already left, had somehow returned.

His gaze carried a trace of helplessness. "Your spiritual body can leave with me. As for the magic supply… just leave it to me."

Tiamat's eyes lit up at first, but quickly dimmed again.

She was, after all, a Primordial Mother Goddess and even a spiritual body would require a vast amount of magic to maintain, something no ordinary mage could provide.

Sensing Tiamat's thoughts, Alvin explained:

"Of course my magical reserves aren't as great as your true body's, but with my White Dragon Furnace Core, supplying magic to a spiritual body like this isn't difficult at all."

"Don't you want to see the outside world?"

Having the White Dragon provide magic, taking this chance to sneak out for a little leisurely exploration?

Tiamat's eyes sparkled brightly, clearly she was tempted.

"Would it cause you any trouble?"

The eager anticipation in this sentence was easy to hear.

'Of course it would — if Lily and Morgan knew I was hiding a beauty in my house, the next time you saw me it might be in a basement…'

Alvin smiled and said:

"Of course not — I do have some degree of influence in this kingdom."

As he spoke, Alvin extended his hand toward Tiamat.

Tiamat froze for a moment.

She didn't immediately respond, instead, she cautiously observed the young man's expression, with a trace of unease in her heart.

She wanted to leave this place, but she was also afraid of seeing disgust or any other negative emotion in Alvin's eyes.

In the past, the gods of Mesopotamian myth, nearly every one of them had harbored such feelings toward her.

But soon, Tiamat's beautiful eyes began to shine with a strange light.

As the Primordial Mother Goddess, her perceptive abilities were astonishing, and she could keenly sense the emotional changes of a person.

And at this moment, from Alvin, she could sense not even the slightest trace of disgust or rejection.

Everything Alvin was doing, it was all completely sincere.

After a long while, her inner guard slowly relaxed.

Then, with great gentleness, she took Alvin's hand.

"What should I do so that you can supply me with magic?"

Immediately after, she handed the notebook to Alvin.

However, the boy who had just moments ago maintained a composed demeanor now looked a bit bashful.

"Magic transfer usually requires a special method — this was something Morgan taught me… but the method might seem a little disrespectful toward you."

Alvin gestured with his thumb and forefinger, indicating a small distance.

Tiamat tilted her head, her clear, bright red eyes gazing at him in confusion.

"It's a light contact between the lips, this way, the magic in my body can be transferred to you… after that, you and I can form a 'link' — creating a special circuit."

Alvin looked up and added tactfully:

"It might seem a bit… disrespectful to you—"

Before he could finish, a soft, voluptuous figure suddenly leaned in.

As a faint, refreshing fragrance filled his nose, soft lips gently pressed against Alvin's making him freeze in shock.

He stared in astonishment at the woman's face now so close before him.

He had been prepared to give a long explanation… but now it seemed like Tiamat didn't care about things like a first kiss?

No, more precisely, it wasn't that she didn't care, it was that Tiamat didn't even possess the concept of romantic love.

But Alvin wasn't the same.

When he had first seen Tiamat, he had viewed her with a sense of motherly reverence… after all, she was the Primordial Mother Goddess.

Yet now…

Why does this motherly affection feel a bit corrupted…?

Alvin silently grumbled in his heart.

As their lips touched, magic began to flow between them.

During this contract with Tiamat, it wasn't only Alvin's magic entering her body, a small portion of the Primordial Mother Goddess's magic was also flowing into Alvin.

At the same time, a system prompt quietly appeared…

[You have exchanged a small portion of magic with the Primordial Mother Goddess]

[After absorbing Tiamat's magic, your magic circuit structure has undergone slight changes. If this influx of magic continues in the future, your White Dragon Furnace Core may undergo unexpected transformations…]