Trapped in Eden: Adam, Eve, and a Galaxy in My Palm
I'd love to mess around with Jisu like Adam and Eve in the Garden, but given the situation, I had to hold back. So I tucked away my dick, got up from my seat, and straightened myself out.
Just as the gate entry countdown hit zero and the support team's tension peaked, heavy footsteps echoed—thud, thud—shattering the silence like a hammer on glass. All eyes snapped toward the sound amid the dead quiet.
They say people freeze when they witness something inexplicable. If he'd looked serious or ominous, someone might've spoken up, but what we saw was Cha Eun-woo strolling toward the gate with a calm smile on his face.
What the fuck? Was it work-related? Whose orders? Everyone stared in baffled silence, questions flickering in their eyes.
What's his deal? I was just as thrown off. But separately, a cold sweat trickled down my spine. Maybe it was how unnaturally composed he seemed.
Has that bastard smiled recently? The Cha Eun-woo I'd seen at tournaments always wore a gloomy scowl, silently handling the grunt work. But now? Leisurely steps, a smiling face—it didn't match the guy supposedly getting chewed out and booted from his guild.
It was like the camouflage animals use in dire straits.
Camouflage? Why hide himself with such reckless behavior? Instinctive dread kicked my brain into overdrive.
Purpose? Unknown. Motive? Unknown. For a split second, I wondered if it was revenge against me, targeting Jisu. But no, that didn't track. Would an academy cadet pull that shit? This was the Grand Prix, broadcast worldwide. If you're gonna fuck things up, you do it clean—no loose ends. No reason for stupid antics like this.
Is he actually insane?
His steps quickened amid the crowd's confusion. Finally, bewilderment rippled through the support team like wildfire.
"Wh-what?"
"Who's the Hanseong team leader?"
"Uh...?"
Command broke down from the sudden chaos. Cha Eun-woo reached the gate. A small knife gleamed in his hand from god-knows-where, and I bolted from my spot.
Unlike before, trash-tier light sword energy coated the blade. Amid gasps, his arm swung down.
Slash!
Had he tapped his severing ability too? That tiny knife sliced clean through the gate stabilizer.
Vrrrroooom!
The gate roared violently, unable to hold form without the device, and began shrinking rapidly.
"Block it!"
"Grab that fucker!"
Tat-tat-tat. No time to think—I unleashed the Flying Sky Shadowless Technique at full throttle.
As we brushed past, his mad grin screamed, You wish you could too.
Come back alive so I can beat your ass, you shit.
Blood rushed to my head; I wanted to rip him apart right then. But the gate was priority. If it closed like this, Jisu's fate would be up in the air—no, not up in the air. Still just B-rank, she'd burned most of her energy on the first sweep. She'd die for sure.
I poured out mana relentlessly, reaching the gate in a flash. But the entrance had shrunk too small for me to pass, filling everyone with despair.
I froze in hopelessness, but a buried memory flashed by. Instinctively, I channeled mana per the ingrained incantation.
I'll just shrink too, fuck it.
The Chukgol Gong formula I'd mastered to wreck virgin asses. A mad chuckle escaped my lips, utterly ridiculous for the crisis. A wuxia technique for evil deeds, used here? Hilarious.
Feeling my body shrink to its limit, I dove into the gate. Last glimpse: some guy crawling like a maggot, limbs severed by Instructor Park Jongcheol. Seeing his shocked face at my tiny form felt damn good.
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"Wh-what the hell is that?!"
Rubbing my throbbing head from the hasty dive, Jisu's shocked scream rang out.
"Ah... my head hurts. What, you hag?"
"N-no, your body!"
"Huh?"
Vision clearing, I saw Jisu, face flushed, pointing at me.
"What?"
I calmly stretched my sore limbs, stopped the Chukgol Gong, and my view rose as my body returned to normal.
"Wh-what was that?!"
She latched onto me, face lit with excitement, demanding answers.
This bitch—is she excited 'cause she wants to be taller?
Playful urge aside, not the time.
"My ability. Ability."
"Ah... fuck."
Jisu slumped her shoulders with a sigh.
"But why'd you come alone? Where's the rest of the support team?"
She peeked behind me, noting the missing teammates and vanished gate, eyes questioning. Hope she wasn't too shocked.
"Gate stabilizer broke."
"Huh?"
"Cha Eun-woo was pissed at you and me, so he slashed it up."
"Uh, huh?"
"We're trapped in the gate. You hag."
"Eh...?"
Heavy omissions, but how else to explain? It was the truth. Staring silently, she waved it off like a joke at first, but my serious gaze shifted her expression.
"F-for real?"
"Yeah. Barely made it in."
"Why'd you come in, you psycho?!"
Reality hitting, her face paled, eyes welling with tears. She knew this mess was my fault. But her gaze held no blame—just worry and resignation.
Damn... her pure innocence was dangerous for me. Hadn't she said she'd toughened up after being abandoned by her parents young? All that wear and tear, yet still so guileless...
That vulnerability sparked a protective urge, like a sprout. Felt like she needed me. That's why I'd risked my life diving in.
What a demonic woman. Heh heh.
Grinning at her, she patted me frantically, wailing. Time to drop the teasing.
"Listen, you hag—think your hubby'd sleep easy leaving his wife behind?"
"J-joking at a time like this?! It's an A-rank gate! How the hell are two B-ranks supposed to clear it, you idiot!!!"
She'd seen my A-rank mana in the slime incident, but apparently forgotten in her panic. Couldn't help laughing.
No wait—did she just not believe it? Too distracted by my live-in confession?
Recalling that moment, it kinda felt that way. No helping it... needy woman.
"Heh heh. Wife."
"Ugh! What?!"
Sniffling and yelling, she clung tight without loosening her grip.
"Wanna see something cool?"
"...Your dick?"
"You crazy hag."
"Hee hee."
Relieved with me here, she seemed back to normal. Though "normal" now meant ditching escape dreams for primitive life together?
Like Adam and Eve.
Awakened like us, no starving. Avoid the ogre boss, and we could live duo-style. Outdoor sex, eat, more sex, bedtime sex...
Fuck. Sounds good?
Tempting, but shook it off. Primitive life's fine, but I needed to punch Cha Eun-woo's face first.
I'd jumped to the wuxia world for a tournament surprise party, grinding achievements—okay, mostly sex, but still. Wanted to shine, hear Jisu moan. Bullshit has limits.
Swallowing a sigh, I spoke up. Slumping would just worry her; time to look reliable.
"Watch close, hag. I'll show you what kinda man your hubby's made of."
"What? Shut up and let me touch your dick."
"Shh! Serious—focus."
"Huh?"
I pried off the clingy Jisu, drew up mana.
Vrrrroooom!!!
Sipdan-geum rank-up knowledge flooded in. Mindful, I pulled mana from my dantian.
Dragon bone smoothed the flow, amplifying it—chills for a sec. Hitting 80 stats shifted my mana to inky purple-black, rising like heat haze from my skin. As fierce power condensed in my hand...
A galaxy formed in my palm.