Chapter 4: How Big Is This house?
After she did so, the trio appeared in a big bedroom with a massive bed in the middle. Taking Marco's face with her hands she glided them to bed positioning herself atop him. Feeling his pride kick in, he bucked his hips and flipped their positions. Taking the initiative, he kissed her back harder than the previous assault making her melt.
Diya just watched this with a deadpan look. Looking at the two it was clear that they both lost it and were guided by instinct blurry this point. Feeling jealousy and envy she blasted the two with a flashy burst of power. Not intending to kill but to slap some sense into the two. The consequence, the room was evaporated from existence. The once exquisite room was obliterated, the two got off the ground and glared at Diya.
Smiling with a shit-eating grin "So how about it, have you both woken up?" Grumbling "I want some intimacy too you know" blushing to her ears she averted her eyes and began walking away. Marco felt his heart being struck and sighed, taking Ema's hand and following behind Diya. Walking around the massive building a question popped out in Marco's head. Deciding no harm would be done he asked aloud "Where are we?" Hearing the question Diya simply stated with her ears still burning red "We are in my mansion."
Blanking out while walking Marco dumbly followed the two to a dining hall and sat down mechanically. Not realizing that both women sat beside him he stared ahead like a goldfish. Feeling uncomfortable he robotically asked, "How much did this place cost?" Thinking she heard wrongly Diya was stunned and asked "Cost? What do you mean cost?". Marco, thinking he phrased his question weirdly asked more straightforwardly. " Diya, how much resources did you pay to get this mansion?"
Diya causally stated "Not much just a couple billion". Time seemed to stop for Marco, thinking back to the destroyed area being the ex-bedroom he wondered "Huh, is a few billion nothing, well what have been struggling for? Hahahahahaha. A broken laugh escaped his lips. Hearing the strange laugh Ema grabbed his face to check if there was anything wrong with Marco. Seeing his glassy eyes, she thought that he was still affected by his awakening or something but the next words that escaped his lips clarified all doubts both women had. "Well, my goal to be a millionaire seems like a leaf in the wind."
Staring blankly at the ceiling Marco was shell-shocked to hear how casually this mansion was worth billions. Think back at how Diya destroyed part of this mansion he wonders how wealthy both these goddesses are. Knowing that overthinking the situation will not help anything he forced himself out of his thoughts and found the two causally having breakfast. Seeing their nonchalance, he mirrored their actions and started eating.
He asked swallowing a pastry "So where are we". Looked at the two in front of him. Diya elegantly ate and answered "We are on another planet, currently there are few worlds linked to Earth just think of this world as an anomaly. This place is an anomaly as this world is made and powered by you, thus it is granted the title of anomaly"
Marco causally took a bite of his omelette and nodded. He couldn't stop nodding, everything he heard was bullshit. How did he a regular person make and power a planet? Was there a hidden meaning behind everything that was said? Could there be a trap lying in wait to ensnare him? In all honesty, Marco couldn't tell he didn't know the heads or tails of the current situation the only thing he could do was nod mechanically.
Letting his mind wander Marco looked at a maid and asked for a refill of his coffee. Fulfilling her role she discretely refilled his drink and returned to her assigned position. Thoughts, conspiracies, and doubts shot rapidly through his head. Hardening his tone his deep voice slowly reverberated throughout the mansion "Explain from the beginning." As each word was stated pressure exuded from Marco, its intensity mounting with each word uttered. His eyes screamed that no-nonsense would be tolerated and lies met with hostility.