Chapter 259: Calm down my ladies.

Chapter 259: Calm down my ladies.



"So, what exactly happened?" I asked, my gaze fixed on the glowing orb hovering in the center of my room. It pulsed gently, shifting through the visible spectrum of light in a mesmerizing dance. "What is this?"

Cheshire had unceremoniously dragged me here, his usual whimsy ever-present.

The orb radiated an odd energy-hypnotic yet unnerving-and I couldn't help but feel like it didn't belong in my room, or anywhere for that matter.

Cheshire, with his characteristic grin plastered across his face, floated lazily around the room. His amusement was palpable, as if he thrived off my confusion.

"Ah~ I suppose you only experienced it from the inside," he said, his tone teasing. "So, you aren't exactly aware of my abilities' true form~"

Poof!

Out of nowhere, his fur-covered hands manifested, eerily human-like save for the faint gleam of his claws.

With an exaggerated flourish, he began to wave them theatrically around the orb, mimicking the mannerisms of a stereotypical fortune teller.

"This, dear Riley, is the conceptual form of Wonderland~! Beautiful, isn't it?"

"This is Wonderland?" I repeated, my voice skeptical as my eyes traced the shifting lights.

Despite myself, I felt an inexplicable pull toward it. The longer I stared, the more it felt as though my entire existence was being drawn in, like a moth to a flame.

FLICK!

"O-ow!" I groaned, clutching my forehead as a sharp, searing pain jolted me back to reality.

Cheshire floated closer, his expression a mix of faux innocence and playful malice. "Hm~ I forgot to tell you not to stare too much. Although you aren't the intended target, the effects of my magic tend to attract the unwilling~"

I glared at him, still rubbing my forehead. "Couldn't you have held back a bit...?"

"But I don't want to~?" he replied with a grin that somehow managed to grow wider.

This troublesome cat...

I sighed, exasperated but knowing better than to expect anything resembling remorse from Cheshire.

Ignoring Cheshire's antics for now, I shifted my focus back to the orb, careful not to stare at it for too long.

So, this is Wonderland's true form, huh...

In the game, and even in my previous encounters with this skill, Wonderland was portrayed as a pocket dimension that ensnared opponents.

I'd never imagined it had a physical manifestation.

It seemed even mystical magic adhered to certain limits and rules in order to align with the laws of this world.

Though my understanding of mana and magic was akin to that of a novice, I could tell that the mana within the orb wasn't ordinary.

It moved in a way that seemed to synchronize and dance with the ambient mana in the air-a bizarre anomaly yet somehow harmonious, as if it belonged.

The way it worked was probably just as whimsical and cryptic as its caster.

I tried to piece things together, recalling the game's descriptions of Wonderland.

It had mentioned a key weakness, and now I thought I might have found it.

Despite its immense power and the way it radiated with Cheshire's mystical mana, its physical form looked almost absurdly fragile.

Brittle, I thought, observing the thin, crystalline exterior of the orb. It seemed like even a child could break it with a single strike.

"Interesting," I muttered under my breath, my mind racing with possibilities. Could this truly be Wonderland's Achilles' heel? Or was this fragility yet another illusion, masking a hidden trap?

Cheshire floated closer, his sharp grin as maddening as ever. "You're awfully quiet, Riley. I was expecting something a bit grander. Shock? Awe? Maybe a bit of admiration? This might be the first and last time you'll see a vulnerable side to this great Cheshire, you know~." His furry arms withdrew momentarily, and then, to my dismay, his entire body manifested.

I winced.

Honestly, I wished he hadn't done that.

Cheshire's full form was as eerie as it was unsettling-a naked humanoid figure completely covered in fur, with a feline head and that trademark ear-to-ear grin.

'Damn those developers and their love for Lovecraftian horror' I thought, suppressing a shudder.

I'd read somewhere that the person behind Cheshire had a particular fascination with grotesque deformities and eldritch designs.

It seemed all too evident now.

"You owe me one, Riley-," Cheshire continued, his tone playful yet laced with something uncomfortably close to smugness. He extended his arms wide, and the glowing orb in the room expanded alongside his movements.

As the orb grew, a projection of light began to emanate from it. Slowly, images of the people trapped inside it came into view.

"If I hadn't come here in time, you wouldn't even have a room left, you know~?"

BOOM!!!

Vzzzz!!!

SWOOSH!!!

RUMBLE!!!

[Successful!]

[Note: Congratulations! The skill effects of Wonderland will now be under the user's

authority.]

[Skill: Wonderland (EX)]

[Effects: Skill: Wonderland (EX)]

[Effects: The user can now create any object, creature, or phenomenon they can imagine, regardless of its complexity or scale. Existing objects, creatures, or phenomena can now be altered or transformed into something else based on the user's imagination.]

[Note: The laws of physics and reality will accommodate the user's creations.] [Note: Skill effectiveness will be reflected upon the user's will and imagination.] Staring at the descriptions of the skill, I sighed, fully aware of how troublesome things were

about to get.

In the distance, the chaotic clash between Snow and Alice raged on, their immense magical energy practically vibrating through Wonderland's surreal air.

I knew I had to stop them, but...

Damn it.

With how hazy and disoriented I felt, this place might be more dangerous than I initially

thought.

Every breath I took felt heavy, and the strange, dreamlike atmosphere of Wonderland wasn't

helping.

Cheshire had probably assumed I'd pull off the same power-up as last time-relying on raw

skill and focus to brute-force my way through.

But that required constant concentration, something I wasn't sure I could muster right now with my mind in this fractured state.

How was I supposed to stop them at this rate?

I groaned softly as another sharp headache pierced through my skull like a blade.

My vision blurred momentarily, but I forced myself to look forward.

I tried to focus-to recall that version of myself.

Not the muddled, half-broken mess I felt like now, but the one who had conquered every

known possibility.

The one who had reached the true end of all routes, defying the odds and rewriting the game

itself.

[Skill: Archive] → [Activated!]

The moment the skill activated, clarity began to seep into my thoughts.

Memories of that moment-that me-felt sharper, more vivid, as if I was borrowing strength

from my own legacy.

But the skill's activation didn't stop the pain coursing through my head, nor the giddy, disorienting dizziness that made each step feel like I was walking on a spinning wheel. Still, I shook my head, willing myself to ignore the chaos in my mind.

This wasn't the time for intrusive, unnecessary thoughts to manifest.

I couldn't afford to falter.

But...

Just as I took a step forward-

"Papa?"

A familiar voice rang out, soft and clear, cutting through Wonderland's oppressive hum like a

bell.

I froze mid-step, my breath hitching in my throat.

Slowly, I turned around, and the fragmented memories buried in my mind erupted all at once.

"L-Luara...?"

Standing there, her figure half-formed at the moment yet hauntingly familiar....

My heart lurched painfully in my chest as her voice-so real yet so impossibly distant-spoke

again.

"The mana of this place is quite unstable. How curious-" She tilted her head, her expression

calm but inquisitive. "Where the heck are we right now, Papa?"

Fuck me.