CHAPTER 156: THE DAY DOMINA STOPPED SMILING

Nathan was trembling.

His shaft—coated in fine brown dust—twitched lightly.

Pre-cum, which should have been a sign of arousal, now leaked out from pure shock.

"Nathan, I want to ask you something," Domina said, arms crossed.

Nathan swallowed hard.

From across the river, Validia began walking slowly toward him.

She crouched down just behind him.

"Hey... why do you all look so serious?" Validia asked casually.

"Ahem..." Livia cleared her throat.

"Nathan, where did you come from?"

Her voice was sharp and direct.

That single question shocked Nathan so much...

even his cock didn’t dare twitch.

"Wait... what?"

Nathan’s mouth dropped open, confused.

What? They’ve never asked me this before... I didn’t even trigger the forbidden memories, he thought, bewildered.

Nathan tried to let out a dry chuckle, hoping to break the tension.

"Hahaha... why are you asking something like that, Livia? Look—"

He pointed at his dust-covered shaft.

"Wouldn’t it be better if you helped clean this up? Ahahaha... ah—"

"Shut up!" Livia snapped.

Nathan’s eyes widened.

Now, it wasn’t just the newly awakened Monster Girls who were looking at him seriously.

Even Velmora—the shy snake—was staring at him with an unusually intense gaze.

"Ah..."

Nathan took a step back.

A warm breath brushed the top of his head.

He glanced behind him.

"Valid—"

He fell silent.

Validia’s eyes were serious now.

But she was still smiling.

"Hmm... Just answer, Nathan," she said.

"It seems Livia’s really curious.

And she might punch you if you don’t answer, hahahaha..."

Damn... that’s not helping at all.

Nathan looked forward again.

He had no other choice now.

But questions began to swirl in his mind.

If I answer truthfully... will it trigger the forbidden memories?

He was confused.

But he wasn’t the same Nathan as before.

Still, he hadn’t changed for very long either.

There’s no other option. I don’t want to lie, he thought, swallowing hard.

His fists clenched tightly.

"I..."

---

Meanwhile, Ulrich was speaking to his daughter.

"Alexia, I got that fruit," he said with a smile, handing over a small box.

"Thank goodness..."

Tears welled in her eyes.

Elsewhere in the office, Ulrich’s granddaughter ran around joyfully.

"Wow... Grandpa’s office is so warm! Grandpa must be a lava slime that’s scared of water! Hahaha!"

Alexia tried to speak.

"Dad, I’m sor—"

Ulrich gently interrupted.

"She’s my only granddaughter. I won’t get upset over something like that, ahahaha..."

His old laughter echoed through the room.

His granddaughter ran up and hugged him tightly.

"Grandpa, I have an ice cube! Hehehe... I’ll give it to you... huu~"

She waved a blue Rubik’s cube at him with a mischievous grin.

Ulrich chuckled softly, pinched her cheek, and whispered,

"You little rascal..."

Though everything looked cheerful,

memories from Ulrich’s past spun wildly inside his mind.

All the times he had poured out his strength, again and again.

The soul of a knight that never truly faded—

it kept him fighting.

Until that one time...

when he entered the monster nest that pushed his body past its limit.

Even the smallest change in temperature had become too much to bear.

---

Nathan lowered his head.

All those stares pierced through him—

not out of hatred,

but because they... were aware.

And newfound awareness was far more dangerous than anger.

"I..." his voice was hoarse.

"I grew up in a place full of buildings. No monsters. No magic.

We called it... a city. The name of the planet is Earth."

Livia squinted. "Earth? City?"

"Yes. I’m human. Ordinary. From a world that... you wouldn’t know unless you came from there."

They looked at each other—Domina, Livia, Morvessa.

As if trying to recall something they were never taught.

"What do you mean... from there?" Morvessa whispered.

"Isn’t this... our world?"

Nathan held his breath.

Part of him wanted to back off.

But another part... wanted to tell the truth.

"This place... the Tower. The Menara.

All of you... you’re not from Earth,

and not from here either.

Neither am I.

But we’re... trapped."

Validia blinked rapidly. "The Tower? Like... a tall building?"

"No. This isn’t just a building.

It’s... another dimension.

All of you... I don’t—"

Nathan trembled.

Domina scoffed. She crossed her arms.

"Then where did we all come from?"

"You..."

Flashes of memories from the Tower Manager passed through Nathan’s mind.

Should I just tell them about Rabielm?

"Nathan..." Domina called, her gaze sharp.

"I don’t know where all of you came from.

I only know about Domina and Livia," Nathan said honestly.

"Huh?"

Livia gasped, then quickly stepped toward Nathan.

She grabbed his shoulders tightly.

She was taller—just slightly—

and as she leaned down, Nathan could only see her caramel tits bouncing slightly.

Her chest wasn’t just close—it was assertive. The sweat between her cleavage formed a shimmering valley that seemed to challenge gravity itself. Nathan’s eyes twitched, caught between fear and tit instinct. It was like being interrogated by two warm mountains that accidentally had perfect physics.

"Where did Domina and I come from?" she asked.

"Ra... Rabielm," Nathan answered.

"Rabielm?"

Domina’s voice was quiet—but firm.

Nathan nodded.

"So we’re inside a building,

we’re not from here,

and..." Domina paused for a moment.

"If what you say is true..." she continued,

"Then our whole lives... are just illusions?

Endless repetitions? A routine being controlled?"

Nathan looked at her.

"I don’t know. But... maybe."

Livia started trembling.

"That means... someone made us this way? Trapped us?"

Nathan wanted to answer. But—

[Ding!]

A massive panel appeared in the air.

Glowing red.

Text blinking like an emergency alert.

[Forbidden Memory Access Detected]

[Suppression Protocol Disabled]

The clouds above began to swirl.

Morvessa looked up.

"What is... that?"

Nathan stared at the final panel that appeared.

[System Override in Progress]

[Origin Awareness: UNLOCKED]

And in that brief moment—before the skies opened, before systems screamed—Nathan’s half-limp shaft twitched slightly again, as if it didn’t understand the seriousness of the situation. It was the last rebellion of his libido... against cosmic horror, female interrogation, and divine admin override.

Then... the wind stopped.

And from the sky, a shadow slowly began to descend.