[My good son, you and your mothers share a relationship of mutual prosperity.]
[You bear the primal marks of the four mothers. You must unite the four banners, spread our faith, and seize power for yourself.]
[This road has no end. You must walk it forever, until you surpass everything in the mortal world, and only then can you decide the outcome of that war.]
The Reveler continued coaxing him, her seductive voice sticking close to Al's ear, making it feel ticklish inside.
"So you decided to turn me into a kid? Sucking on a pacifier, letting you control me?"
Al was most furious about this point. After regaining his complete, adult way of thinking and ability inside the Reveler's domain, he realized with lingering fear:
The version of himself lying in the centaur girl's arms, already somewhat unwilling to leave, had behavior and thought patterns vastly different from his former self, even showing signs of regressing further toward a child.
The normal Al was furious about it. He was willing—hell, he would beg—for four thick thighs to protect him in this world, but if the price was becoming like those Chaos followers who spent their lives as wage slaves and divine playthings,
He would rather learn from Be'lakor the Dark Master (note).
[Don't be angry, my sweet baby. Your mothers only wanted to fulfill the longing you've always had, didn't they?]
"My longing?"
Al was still angry, then suddenly froze.
My longing…
His craving for big mares pulling small carts, for older women…
"My longing."
Al exhaled, eyes flickering.
[Experiencing the motherly love you've always wanted—isn't that the love your mothers gave you?]
"Bullshit!"
Mentioning this made Al furious. When he thought he was a beastman cub born to a captured Grail Knight, he had even considered restarting. Was that the motherly love you gave?
Devout Sigmarite Grail Knight mother and her horny beastman son .avi
In other worldviews, this setup usually developed into straight 18+ with juices flying everywhere. In the Old World, what flew was limbs and blood.
[That centaur woman likes you very much, doesn't she?]
The purple mist silhouette scattered and reformed into the shape of a centaur.
[It wasn't easy to find one suitable to raise a child among so many worshippers, and one the child also likes. You should learn to understand your mothers' difficulties.]
Al didn't dwell on the issue. His secondary goal was the truth; his main goal was only one thing.
"No matter what you say later, I have only one condition, request, or plea—interpret it however you like."
He took a deep breath, stood up from the ground. The stars quietly opened their eyes again, openly peeping at Al.
"Return my body to normal, and stop influencing or controlling my mind!"
"I can kneel, but I cannot lose myself. If I become a puppet anyway, what's the difference between serving the Four Gods and serving you?"
This was Al's most important bottom line. He knew how terrifying Chaos was and could not believe promises made by giants to ants when the power gap was so vast.
Al simply used this attitude to tell the other party: he could not resist the might of the Four Gods, but within the range he could control, he would absolutely slack off and rather shatter like jade than bend. Just like how he had decisively committed suicide in the illusions the Reveler created for him. Unless the Four Gods could easily control his body and will, but if they could, they wouldn't need all these tricks.
This mortal's arrogant words echoed through the Realm of Ecstasy. Some stars widened their single eyes in disbelief at the mortal creation's audacity, while others narrowed into slits, seemingly mocking the mortal's ignorant arrogance.
The female voice giggled. The purple mist in the air shifted from the centaur shape back into a woman's form. It floated in front of Al and lowered its head.
Before Al could stiffen up wondering whether to dodge, it had already gently pressed against the boy's lips.
[How could Mother refuse her good son's request?]
[You will understand the meaning of being the shared son.]
A pair of giant purple hands suddenly reached out from the mist and shoved the boy into the abyss.
[Go do what you want to do— but never forget to fight in your mothers' name. The End Times is coming. Your mothers are waiting for your results.]
Falling.
Plunging toward endless darkness.
Al closed his eyes.
When the weightless sensation disappeared, he opened his eyes. Everything was still pitch black.
"Ugh!"
He twisted restlessly. The centaur girl seemed to notice and pressed the boy harder into her embrace.
"Breathe! I need to breathe!"
Al mumbled unclearly, smothered in the centaur girl's broad chest.
He struggled hard with his body until the mare finally sensed something was wrong and loosened her grip.
The boy flipped out of her arms at once, lay on the ground, and gasped for air in big gulps.
Too dangerous.
If he got smothered to death like this, his career as Eternal Champion would end right there.
Getting tit-smothered to death did sound like a proper way for a Slaanesh Champion to die, though.
The centaur girl stood up, face flushed red. Although Al couldn't see her face clearly in the dark, he heard her speak in an embarrassed tone:
"How about… you sleep behind me instead?"
Sleeping in her arms was simply too dangerous with Al's current body size. One careless moment and the End Times wouldn't need to be fought. So he nodded, lay down behind the centaur girl, and settled into a back-to-back side-lying position.
While his mind was still clear, Al had to test himself.
"What do you do if you get hit? Cry? Hit back!"
"How's Alina? Furry big-tit mare—fuck, instant boner!"
"What's the hentai you've read the most? Small horse pulls big cart!"
"What do you do when you see the opposite sex naked? Get shy? Avert your eyes out of respect!"
"How does a Serious Hero make his entrance? [おふとんでスヤァ (みつどうえ)] Teaching the Student Sweet Lovemaking in Audio Form [Chinese Translation]"
"How do you say self-destruct? Given the situation since the End Times began, I voluntarily resign from my position as Eternal Champion. This decision is made out of principled consideration…"
"Phelion, drop the next knife line?"
"I don't want one day, in…"
"?"
He quietly wiped the tears from his eyes. Al confirmed that at least for now his intelligence was still normal. He was the version of himself about to cross into adulthood, heading toward twenty—not the Al continuously regressing toward nine years old.
He waited a little longer, running many things through his mind again and again. After repeating the process several times, Al finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.
If someone in his old world had told Al he could return to childhood with a beautiful mom to raise him, he would have jumped at the chance.
In this world, hoping for the Blood God or the Loving Father—better forget it.
Using a somewhat normal mindset, Al reviewed everything that had happened during the day, cleared his thoughts, and summarized the current information:
Birth mother Selesthin, Sigmarite Grail Knight. Her view of him should be extremely conflicted. Centaur girl Alina—her personality is very twisted. She seems to like him, but it might also be the gods pulling strings. In any case, he still couldn't let his guard down. Beastman shaman Thar, Equilibrium sect, seems quite friendly. Those beastmen who worship the gods of all things do appear to lean toward the forces of Order overall. If he wants to go to the human world, maybe he can cooperate with them?
Oh right, and the group of imperial hunters from daytime.
Their mission was heading to Magritta… the capital of Estalia? Carrying out the Emperor's orders. Why would they clash with beastmen deep in the forest?
Alina said war is coming—was that war with the Empire? It seemed that even before the End Times the Empire had already begun large-scale use of gunpowder weapons. After a hundred and fifty years of development, they should at least be at 18th or 19th century level, right?
Just imagining barrages covering the sky made Al's head hurt, because he would very likely be on the side getting suppressed by firepower.
Unfortunately, the only hunter captive they caught during the day was too heavily wounded. After only a few questions he went to meet Sigmar. Otherwise he could have at least learned the Empire troops' equipment level.
Al suddenly felt like he had transmigrated into a primitive American or African tribe, racking his brains on how to fight against the white men crossing the sea—slave catchers. Even worse, he wasn't even the tribe's chief. The only ones standing with him right now were one centaur girl and some Chaos-tainted beastmen.
No matter how he thought about it, they were fucked.
No matter how strong the centaur girl was, she'd probably only last a few volleys of musket fire or a couple of cannonballs. If the imperial army really wanted to—
"Are you hungry?"
The centaur girl's words interrupted Al's bitter pondering and startled him.
"Hungry?"
"Earlier when you were asleep you kept grabbing and biting at my chest. I thought you were hungry." There was a hint of grievance in the centaur girl's voice, but not because of herself—because she blamed herself. "I don't have milk yet. How about we go find the goat girl?"
"N-no need! It's too late anyway. Let's just sleep first."
Al wanted to avoid the centaur girl's beauty interfering with his thinking, lest he unconsciously slip back into that previous state. Although what happened at the clear spring really was unforgettable…
Al, Al, you are the Eternal Champion now. You are supposed to win the End Times!
You can't fall so low!
"Mhm."
After another stretch of silence, Al still couldn't sleep. The centaur girl's words had broken his train of thought, and now his brain couldn't stop recalling keywords: bathing, shota, non-human, size difference.
"Can you hold me?"
The centaur girl suddenly spoke again and made a request to Al.
"I want to try what it feels like to be held by you."
She pleaded.
Al hesitated for a brief moment, then gently turned over and pressed against the centaur girl's back, still leaving quite a bit of space.
The centaur girl suddenly rolled over, groped around, grabbed one of Al's hands, interlaced their fingers, and pulled him forward until he was firmly stuck against her broad, warm back.
"This is good… my child."
Alina murmured, quickly dropping the second half of the sentence and falling silent.
If Al had been standing in front of her, he would definitely have seen the centaur girl's crimson cheeks.
But he was also very tired. Everything he had experienced in the Realm of Ecstasy had put enormous pressure on him. After being interrupted again, Al no longer had the energy to overthink. Pressed tightly against the centaur girl's back with one hand held by her and resting on her lower abdomen, he quickly fell into a deep sleep.