Chapter 162

“You gotta fight with people on your level. Sorry, man. You’re just not up to playing me yet.” Ah, what a small man he had been. Veig looked up at Sora, seeing in him a very different kind of man. “…Small boobs, big boobs, even humongous boobs; fake boobs and real boobs… They are all boobs…” A big man… Such a big man. Sora eyed him calmly. “If you claim to love boobs, how can you speak of right or wrong? Speak of love.” The big, big man’s voice was so clear you could hear him all the way to nirvana. “To reject boobs other than those of the uniform ponderous size you favor as fake, and to impose this view on others…” No censure, no blame, no scorn or spite could be heard in his voice…only the sound of a man who had obtained enlightenment and imparted to the world the truth. “To speak to such a soul is less than my soul is worth.” …Dost thou find it wonderful? Then may it be wonderful. No one can violate thy freedom to so find it. Then why, in speaking thy feelings, shalt thou denigrate others’? Indeed… “Ideal tits? They’re perfect if you work on them? Ahh, how small, how small!!” It was he, Veig, who had lacked confidence. Whereas this immeasurable man, as vast as the sky, had stood from the beginning far beyond Veig, on a higher plane. …He was one truly great virgin. Yes… “If ya want ideal boobs, you’re not gonna have a chance unless you have the guts to go for the woman who goes way the hell past your ideals, are ya?!” Ah…it was just as his fockin’ niece had said. The child that day had already surpassed him…and now she’d become a fine woman who surpassed his imagination. Sora smiled at this, too. “…Yeah. It was my limit to pursue mere perfection.” Veig felt he’d seen for the first time what that child kept yearning for. She hadn’t been looking at the birds. From the very start, she’d been looking at the sky in which they flew… “…Ah, finally I can see what my fockin’ niece saw.” That sky one wished for and longed for and pined for and yet could never imagine: that which he’d always pursued…the ideal big tits that surpassed the perfect… Ah, yes… Bwoing… Veig gazed innocently at Til as she slept, her rising and falling chest—her humongous boobs. Tits of such excess as to look a little unbalanced, allowing statuesque beauty to crumble. He smiled at this ideal he’d finally found, an ideal beyond limits. He was happy…… Indeed… Only two in history had seen that divine realm. A third who had opened the door without being able to see it was responsible for this by-product of a successful failure. In the E-bomb shell had been placed two false ethers to conceptually resonate. “Hey—th-these are heavy; I can’t even stand! ‘Big’ doesn’t even describe these!” “You see, Dora, this is the conceptual rewrite of ‘big boob(?) essence’—” “Analysis: Bust value of woman of unknown name. Provisionally categorized under handle ‘megatits.’ Very niche support.’” “What are you talking about?! These are going to turn back, aren’t they? I can’t live like this!” “Why, I’m fine if we don’t turn back, insofar as I’ve happened to match Chlammy. ” “You must be joking! Why do I have even less now?! I won’t tolerate having no boobs! Hey, Fi, saying your small boobs match me, are you indirectly dissing me?! Give me back my boobs!” “Query: This unit’s bust provisionally categorized under ‘ample bosom’… Questioning conceptual rewrite of ‘big boob essence.’” “You see, it is not ‘big boob essence’ but ‘big boob(?) essence’—” And there the ladies cavorted, their boobs changing randomly. Exactly as in the experiment four days earlier, except that this time it worked without an explosion. The conceptual rewriter used Lóni Drauvnir’s “big boob essence” along with one other false essence. Yes, just the same thing had happened as four days ago—instead of an explosion, it was its by-product. In other words: “To summarize, it seems to be as in the experiment of four days ago, when, according to the sublime teachings of my masters, I engraved on unprocessed essence a seal identical to that for the big boob essence and activated this unidentified essence,” Jibril rehashed for the two who hadn’t been there. “I posit that a two-way reaction with the big boob essence has generated a composite conceptual rewrite.” Indeed…the principle was unknown. No one even understood how conceptual falsification worked. Thus, even Jibril was unable to explicate or elucidate this incomprehensibility. But she described it in words in such a rough manner as was possible. So: “In short—the conceptual rewrite is in the form of a question: ‘Are these big boobs?’” “These clearly cannot be described as big boobs!” “Yes, you see, it is ‘big boob(?) essence,’ such as to make everyone ask, ‘These are big boobs?’” …… “For the record, this is the first and last time I’m gonna play Cupid for anyone, all right?!” Sora paid no attention to the commotion. He took the hand of his sister, apparently the only one unaffected: Big boobs? Where? “For God’s sake, I’m still updating my years alive and without a girlfriend!! And now I’m supposed to help some d00d land a heroine?! And not just any heroine, but the one and only—the real thing—the brown legal Loli monster girl!” “…I hope you find…happiness. That’s one heroine…out of the running…” The siblings walked away. Veig heard them loud and clear. He grinned softly at the sleeping face of his niece, who still smiled happily in his arms. “…Ho… Bitches, I’ve heard your answer… I feel your soul…” There was something the otherworldly siblings had never spoken of to the end. They hadn’t put that answer into words, or even returned it in their souls. Indeed… “I was wrong to question you. Thanks for showin’ me…the sky…” He got the sense that if they could beat this game world, they could say they’d fled to win… So: “Lemme help ya build the sky of your future. Let’s be bosom buddies.” They’d overthrow this game world, its rules, everything. They’d beat the world. Just you wait. We’re coming for you next, friggin’ Earth…