"Hey, did you hear? They said the kid in Room Zero hasn't been out of there for fifteen years."
"Yeah, from what my cousin's sister's brother's husband said, he committed a great sin against the former bishop."
"What! Even if it was a great sin, isn't it a bit of a stretch to banish a four-year-old to Room Zero?"
The inner chambers of the large Monastery of Silent Waters Cathedral buzzed with chatter as a group of young initiates huddled together.
"Well, today is the day, isn't it?" one of the men whispered, his hand resting on the hilt of a ceremonial blade.
"Yeah, the day the 'great sin' turns eighteen. Since the old bishop is dead, the pope is deciding to use the laws of the Goddess to punish him… At the very least we will finally see his face."
"Face, huh?" another whispered. "I doubt he would be anything special. From what I heard, some nuns have created an entire fan club for him because his mother was a beautiful maiden. But they all seem to forget that he was locked away at three with nothing but old scrolls and a picture of his dear mother."
When the man with auburn hair spoke, all the training monks shut their eyes before saying a brief prayer to the late nun. Although she had committed a great sin, she was still once one of them.
After saying the prayer, the auburn-haired man continued, "As I was saying, the young lad must probably not even know how to speak. Or worse, he's likely died or ruined his body due to loneliness and extreme hunger. You know that we men aren't how we were over a thousand years ago. Now the mundane ones among us are more fragile than most livestock."
The men in the crowd nodded solemnly. To them, who hadn't cultivated yet, a three-minute sparring session with any Tier 1 Abyssal was a death sentence. Even they didn't think they could survive fifteen years in the cold stone room. Maybe if they were awakened they could, but it was very rare for a man to awaken, much less by himself.
"Such a pitiful child?"
The men all stood in silence before a loud trumpet echoed through the hall, making them go still. The scent of roses filled the room, and a pressure too harsh for a human body fell on them, making their knees buckle and their breath hitch.
All the men quickly fell to their knees, their gazes fixed on the ground to avoid the gaze of the woman who entered.
The High Saintess of the Silent Waters Cathedral, the biggest cathedral in the third quadrant of the world, also known as the Empire.
Rumours said she was one of the most beautiful women to ever exist, though only a select few could even gaze upon her face. She was said to have skin as fair and smooth as jade, red glossy lips, a body that made people fight wars for, and beautiful red eyes.
"We greet the Saintess Valentina!" all the men chorused at once.
The woman didn't say a word and stepped past them. Low members of the clergy like them weren't important enough to make the Saintess speak.
When the Saintess, dressed in an immaculate white flowing gown with a veil covering her upper features, reached the door, she took a long breath before placing her hand on the doorknob.
Right before she opened it, one of the three women dressed in black who stood behind her spoke out. "My lady, are you prepared for this? Some people say the kid is like a brainless barbarian. They say he looks hideous and hasn't showered since he turned three."
The Saintess pressed her eyelids together, her hands clenching at her sides. This was her duty as the High Saintess. If she couldn't do something as simple as this, her sister would without a doubt kick her out of the race to become Supreme Saintess. What was a little dirty man that she couldn't handle? After all, they were all creatures inferior to her.
Taking in a breath, she twisted the doorknob gently, and the door creaked open. What lay inside was beyond her imagination.
For one, the room she had expected to smell like filth actually smelled pleasant, like roses, which were her favourite flowers. But what shocked her the most was that the room was completely empty.
"Your Grace, where did he go?"
The Saintess's breath hitched. 'How did he vanish?'
Their monastery was far more secure than any prison. Besides, the young man had been locked in the most secure room in the entire cathedral.
Just as she was about to panic, she heard a sound from the corner of the room. Only then did she notice that a small part of the room had been divided off using the cold blue stones on the ground.
"What the hell?"
Water wetted the ground around the stone division, and a moment later someone appeared from beyond it, which made the women at the door freeze.
A handsome, almost ethereal young man stood in front of them, completely naked. He had hard, chiselled abs, a lean yet masculine chest, and well-defined muscles. His black hair flowed like silk, and his blood-red eyes locked onto them. He looked less like a human and more like a perfect statue crafted by the Grecian gods.
When he smiled, a dimple showed on his cheek as he pulled his wet hair back slightly. Yes, his looks were enough to give a woman high blood pressure, but what made their knees weak wasn't just his appearance but what lay beneath.
'So it's finally time, huh?' the young man thought with a small smirk.
You see, the young man in question wasn't a man from this world. Originally, he was from a world known as Earth, and after getting hit by a truck, he woke up as the baby of a nun in this fantasy world, with a system and a single mission: to defeat the abyss creatures who were invading this world.
One special thing about this world wasn't just the existence of magic but the fact that women dominated it and the population of men was near extinction. If that wasn't bad enough, the men here were what cultured people classified as Beta: weak, inferior, fragile, and mostly average in looks. As for size, even a small guy on Earth would be considered a king here.
Because of this, women in this world were strangers to the pleasure of sex. Most of the time it was used only for breeding, and since the number of people having sex was so low, the number of sex toys had become close to nothing.
And Felix was the only man who was different, mostly because of the goddess of this world, but still different.
Felix's small smirk widened as the women's faces flushed completely red. 'Feast your eyes on my eight-inch cock and beautiful face!' he proclaimed internally. 'Cause soon you will call me Daddy! Hahahahaha!'