Chapter 739: Crossover Part 6

"...Hmmm...ahhh...th-this beach...is so wonderful..." Ayla moans in pleasure, smacking her face into the sand as she rubs herself against it gently. We’ve stopped in an interesting universe to enjoy a unique beach I’ve never seen anywhere else.

"I’m glad you like it, Ayla," I say as she rolls in the sand, which has a slightly pearlescent pink tone. I’m feeling pretty great too, so I lie down directly on the sand, and Shizune touches it like it’s something bizarre.

’Ayla’s white bikini is really cute...’ I glance at Shizune’s bikini—it’s pretty conservative. I’m the only one with a voluptuous figure, so my bikini is a bit revealing.

"Hmmm..." Ayla rolls away, spreading as much sand over her body as possible. The sand gives off a pleasant sensation—like tiny, soft touches all over, an extremely comfortable and slow massage.

"Pandora, isn’t it dangerous for her to keep rolling in the sand?"

"Nah, she’s immortal—she’ll be fine," I answer Shizune’s question with disinterest.

"Shouldn’t we warn her?" When Shizune asks that, I lift my sunglasses to look at Ayla, who’s rolling on the ground, rubbing herself against it like it’s the most amazing thing.

"No, let her be—she can enjoy herself. You should touch the ground too; this sand feels really good and pleasant!!"

"...Haa...I’d rather not touch the ground." Shizune sets up a chair, sitting down gently on it while gazing at the pinkish sky of this place.

"You know, the vast variety of worlds and unique universes is pretty interesting..." She says as I nod in agreement. I notice she’s staring at the sand—even if she doesn’t like it, she clearly finds the place beautiful.

"Totally." This sand is a living being, and the reason it’s so wonderful and unique is that it’s slowly devouring us alive, like extreme sanding but super concentrated.

This planet has nothing but this sand, because everything else is already dead. Since Ayla is immortal, this sanding feels soft and pleasant, and since Shizune and I are too resistant, the sand doesn’t do much to us—but if a human touched it, in five minutes there wouldn’t even be dust left.

Because this sand scrapes everything at a molecular level, dismantling molecule by molecule. Naturally, the more of this sand on your body, the faster the process happens, but incredibly, it’s not painful—it actually generates this comfortable sensation.

"Hmmm...it’s a really beautiful environment. This soft pale pink that’s everywhere is almost magnificent. It’s the first time I’ve seen this shade. Who would’ve thought that one day all this color was white until it turned this shade from the blood of everything that’s been devoured?" She states a curious fact.

"Oh, that’s right, isn’t it? You, being literal life itself, can see the entire life of any being within your line of sight—that’s pretty convenient."

"I’d say inconvenient, Pandora. Having to see everything’s entire life isn’t pleasant, but—"

"Hey, you two, what are you doing? Pandora, you’re not trying to corrupt Shizune’s mind, are you?" Ayla asks, returning covered in sand. It’s amazing she doesn’t notice that this is literally devouring her alive. Ayla is the least perceptive of us and the most limited when it comes to magic, so maybe that makes sense, I guess.

’She’s holding up pretty well without getting sleepy...’

"We’re just enjoying the pink light—it’s pleasant and good for the skin. Don’t worry, Pandora isn’t saying anything inappropriate," Shizune says, when in reality, this light is so penetrating it’s like it’s breaking the ligaments of every atom in our bodies.

"Yeah, the light seems really nice—it’s like sunlight, but really weak and pleasant," Ayla says, sitting down beside us.

"You know, I think if we could see things like this constantly, this journey would definitely be worth it." Her tone is pretty positive about it.

"Hahaha." I laugh, unable to contain myself. The many universes have plenty of bizarre things indeed—some wonderful to observe, others are aberrations disguised as beauty, like this planet.

The sand is like this planet’s "tongue," the rain is like stomach acid, the sun is like an "enzyme breaker," and the entire planet is like one giant living creature—so it’s not exactly the most beautiful thing once you notice the technical details.

"Why are you laughing at me?"

"Nothing—I just think it’s cute how innocent you are about other universes. It just so happens that every universe has its adapted predators, so you can be sure—beauty is rare when it comes to empty universes like the one we just entered."

"Oh, really?" She rolls her eyes at me.

"Ah, come on, don’t be so petty... I’d love to bring my children to see this view," I tell her. I like Ayla’s attitude—despite her being pretty dark most of the time, she reacts adorably to the wonders of the universes.

"Children—you have children, right... how many?" Her curious question makes me think for a moment.

"Hmmm...more than four, but I don’t know if more were born or not since I don’t have contact with other avatars. Either way, if you want, I’ll accept you as my adopted daughter."

"I’d rather not—you’re disturbing, and I doubt you’re even a remotely normal mother."

"Shhh!!" Shizune makes a shushing sound at Ayla.

"Don’t ask Pandora about her children—there are some creepy things involved, and I don’t want to hear them."

"Okay... I-I’m feeling a little tired... I’m going to lie down here and sleep, okay? Don’t abandon me on this planet!!" She says seriously.

’It took her long enough to feel sleepy—she’s pretty resilient.’ It’s the air of this planet—a sweet and peaceful death awaits beings who set foot on it. Well, since she’s immortal, she’ll be fine.

The air isn’t toxic—it just makes you want to sleep. I see that being immortal doesn’t stop her from being affected by this sort of thing.

"What do you think of our first adventure? It might just be a day at the beach, but I’m enjoying it," I say, rolling in the sand, feeling that comfortable touch.

"It’s actually really nice—seeing a living planet with sand, air, and light this dangerous is fascinating, especially since all of it feels pleasant on the body. Should we take some souvenirs?" At her question, I look at the sand.

"Let’s take some sand—just put it in a resistant container so it doesn’t get atomically sanded, and then we can keep it as a memento, since we’ll hardly ever come back to this place."

"Now, if you’ll excuse me, I want to roll in the sand—the sensation is really pleasant, and I want to feel it a little longer. After that, I can go back to soaking in this planet’s light beside you." I start rolling on the ground gently while Shizune turns her focus back to the light in the sky.