Chapter 788 - Transparent World (2/2)

And yet, still, nothing changed.

Andonara was still translucent.

“What’s wrong?” The translucent Andonara walked up to Roland and shook her hand. “I’m fine. I’ve been in the floating city for the past few days. Did you have a problem with the fusion?”

Something wrong with the fusion?

Roland hurriedly opened his system interface, and his expression became even stranger.

Because the data in the system interface had disappeared, and the character status bar was gone, with only the words, “Congratulations, you can understand the world.”

What’s going on here?

With a slight headache, Roland rubbed his forehead.

Seeing his distress, Andonara came over and gently grabbed his hand, and asked, “What’s wrong with you? In my senses, you’re already a Demigod. There’s no problem. Is there some conflict between the dragons’ Divine Spark and that of humans?”

Andonara’s hand felt warm and tangible before.

But now it felt like touching air aerogel.

It was completely distorted.

This was very wrong.

“No, you look translucent to me.” Roland opened up about his doubts. “But other things look normal.”

The two were so close that there was no need to cover up anything.

Translucent?

Andonara froze slightly, then pulled her bodice up in style. “Damn it, just say it if you want that. Don’t use some translucent excuse.”

“No, Anna, I’m serious,” Roland said seriously.

“Oh.” Andonara’s expression tensed up a little. “Did the fusion go wrong? Do you want to ask the Goddess of Magic what’s going on?”

Roland nodded. He agreed that he might have had some problems with fusing the Divine Spark.

The floating city teleported to the Divine Realm of Magic, and upon entering, Roland met the Goddess of Magic.

She was also translucent, much like Andonara.

And there was also that one transparent thread behind her head, with a sheen surging through it that was considerably stronger than Andonara’s.

The Goddess of Magic was full of doubts when Roland told her. “No, in my perception, you are quite normal. How about I probe your soul?”

After a moment of hesitation, Roland nodded.

It was that rapturous feeling that made him lose consciousness and awareness again, and it was about half an hour before Roland took his head off the forehead of the Goddess of Magic.

Mystra, the Goddess of Magic, licked her lips and said with a blush, “Nothing’s wrong. Maybe it’s because you’re not quite used to a Demigod’s power? Maybe it’ll be normal after a while.”

Is that so? Roland left the Divine Realm of Magic with some doubts.

Upon returning to the main plane, Roland went to meet many people, both natives of the game world and players… They were all translucent.

Roland also accepted the fact that he saw people as translucent, but then, gradually, he realized that something was a little bit off.

Both players and NPCs had that one transparent thread at the back of their heads, but he didn’t.

And it was not quite clear how strong he was now that he was a Demigod since there were no more stats to measure in the status bar, but his dynamic vision and reaction speed were indeed drastically enhanced.

He found that the players were moving in a natural, fluid manner.

But there was a slight sense of oddity in the NPCs’ movements, a slight stiffness between one move and the next.

There was also a bit of audio-visual desynchronization, where the mouth moved but the voice came a little late, roughly a millisecond or so of delay. He couldn’t feel it before, but he could feel it now.

However, strong NPCs, like Andonara and the Goddess of Magic, had little sense of delay.

Apart from that, it was a sense of emptiness that kept surrounding Roland.

Whoever he touched, the touch didn’t feel right.

Especially when getting intimate with Andonara, it felt like he was screwing air.

There was no tangibility… but when he watched Andonara, she looked to be feeling quite normal. What had gone wrong with him?

How would he fix it?

Roland felt distressed. Without touch, the immersion of playing this game would be greatly reduced.

As he agonized, he returned to his manor in Delpon. He was going to get a few barrels of his homemade wine to drink, but as soon as he got the wine barrels out of the cellar, he saw Nia carrying all sorts of bags as she giddily returned from somewhere. Roland winced at the sight of her, and his Hand of Magic fell apart. The barrel fell out of the air and smashed to the ground, shattering.

Red wine spilled all over the floor.

Nia also saw Roland. She saw Roland staring blankly at her and that there was wine spilled on the ground. She came over, put down the things in her hands first, then waved her right hand in front of Roland’s face. “What, haven’t seen me for a while, so you don’t recognize me anymore? What’s this look of having seen a ghost?”

Roland took a deep breath. “How are you not transparent?”

“What’s this about being transparent?” asked Nia, her expression more puzzled.

Roland reached out and touched Nia’s hair on the front of her forehead.

Nia subconsciously leaned back while asking, “What are you doing? A girl can’t casually let a man touch her hair.”

“Don’t move,” Roland barked softly.

Nia stood still, but she still looked at Roland in confusion, not understanding what he was trying to do!

Roland touched her hair gently with his hands.

At this time, she didn’t feel anything wrong. She reacted subconsciously earlier… In reality, they were so familiar that it didn’t mean much for him to touch her hair.

But after a moment, Roland’s hands began to caress her face.

She immediately blushed.

Roland was also thrilled… It was a real sensation; Nia’s face was smooth, warm, and supple.

“Why are you touching me randomly?” Nia’s eyes darted around. “There’s a lot of people watching here.”

There were indeed several guards on duty near the courtyard, but they all had the discretion to avert their eyes when they saw Roland and Nia almost pressed together. How could they dare look around at this point? Did they not want their jobs anymore?

Despite Nia’s words of discontent, in reality, she didn’t put up any resistance at all. Roland’s hand was still caressing her face, and eventually, it was going down, seemingly about to touch her neck.

A woman’s neck was quite a sensitive area.

Nia’s face reddened even more as her eyes darted from side to side, feeling even shyer when she saw the guards standing nearby before she grabbed Roland’s hand and dragged the latter toward the back of the house.

Coming to the unlit part of the backyard, it was dimly lit, and there were quite a few trees and grasses around for cover, making it a rather private place.

“Well, what’s wrong with you today! if you’re going to touch me, you can’t do it in a place with so many people,” she said sheepishly as she gently shook Roland’s hand away and then closed her eyes. “If you’re going to touch me, do it quickly. Only touching, nothing else, got it?”

Her head was tilted up slightly at this point, her tiny lips becoming even more glossy and flushed from blushing. With her long, slightly trembling eyelashes, she gave the impression that she was playing hard to get.

[1] a common statue in colleges in China of a person holding up a ball, which has now been popularized by students to mean that education is useless