A dimly lit room bathed in soft sunlight filtering through white curtains with intricate black designs. The air carried a serene silence, only occasionally disturbed by the rustling of fabric. Even in this dim light, the room's luxurious ambiance was unmistakable.
At the center of the room lay a grand, king-sized bed, its dark sheets covering the figure of a sleeping individual. Though wrapped in the black blanket, their athletic build was evident—one that could evoke both admiration and envy, depending on the observer's perspective.
The peaceful silence was suddenly broken by a groan.
"Ugh..."
The figure abruptly sat up, their expression groggy and dazed. This was none other than our protagonist.
In a hoarse voice, they mumbled, "That was a weird dream... Even the pain from the fall felt real."
[Ding! I don't think that was a dream, Host!]
The unfamiliar voice startled them, snapping them out of their groggy state. Only then did they realize they were in an unfamiliar room.
"Where am I? And what was that voice? It almost felt like someone spoke directly into my head," they muttered, eyes scanning their surroundings.
[Ding! It's me, your system, Host—the one you wished for from God! And as for the voice in your head, it's because I am inside you.]
The revelation sent a shock through their mind. "Wait... Does that mean… that everything was real? And—" Their voice faltered as they suddenly became aware of an unfamiliar weight on their chest. "...Why do I feel heavy here? And why does my voice sound... different?"
With growing unease, they looked down—only to be met with the sight of two perfectly shaped mounds on their chest. Neither too big nor too small, they were an undeniable, living reality.
For a moment, their brain short-circuited. Then, a single thought formed.
"What the fucking hell is going on here?!"
Their panicked scream echoed through the room, only to be interrupted by a sudden wave of unnatural calm washing over them, soothing their racing thoughts.
[Ding! You should calm down, Host. Panicking won't help.]
The eerily effective sense of tranquility allowed them to regain some composure. Taking a deep breath, they muttered, "Hahh… Alright, I'm calm. Now, can you tell me what the hell is going on? And why am I a girl?!"
[Ding! To answer your first question: you have been reincarnated or transmigrated into this body. As for the second question, I suggest you check the system inventory.]
[Ding! But first, I recommend incorporating the memories of the previous owner of this body.]
[Yes / No]
There was no hesitation. "Yes."
[Ding! Be prepared, Host. Memory incorporation may cause pain.]
Before they could even process the warning, a sudden, searing pain exploded in their head.
"ARGHHH! You damn idiot! Couldn't you have told me that earlier?!" they yelled in agony before everything went black once more.
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A few minutes later, their eyes fluttered open.
"Ugh… That was painful," they groaned. Taking a moment to collect themselves, they processed the flood of new memories. "Okay… So I've been reincarnated as Isabella, or Isa for short, a girl from Queens, New York. Daughter of a billionaire couple who love their daughter dearly..."
Guilt crept into their voice. "Now I feel bad for taking over her body."
[Ding! There's no need to feel guilty, Host. The answer lies within the system inventory.]
Isa frowned. "And how do I check it?"
[Ding! Starting tutorial.]
[Yes / No]
"Uh, yeah, sure. And also, can you stop that damn ding sound? It's annoying."
[Understood, Host. Now, to begin, say or think: 'System Interface, Open.']
Isa gave an approving nod. 'System Interface, Open.'
A blue holographic screen materialized before her, displaying five silvery-white tabs:
[Status]
[Quest]
[Inventory]
[Gacha]
[Shop]
[To open any tab, simply think or say its name. You can also interact with the interface physically.]
[First, select 'Status'—this displays your personal information, physical attributes, and skills with mastery levels.]
"Status," Isa said aloud.
A screen expanded before her eyes:
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[Status]
Name: Isabella
Race: Human (Female)
Bloodline: Human
Titles:
Reincarnator
One Who Is Loved by God
Genderbent
Beloved Daughter
Health (HP): 1200/1200
Mana/Energy (MP/EP): 2000/2000
Attributes:
Vitality: 12
Strength: 10
Intelligence: 20
Agility: 13
Defense: 10
Dexterity: 13
Perception: 11
Charm: 25
(Note: Average human stats are 10.)
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[Skills]
Programming (Lv. 8) / Hacking (Lv. 8)
Business Management (Lv. 7)
Taekwondo (Lv. 7) / Karate (Lv. 6)
Gamer's Body (Max Level) / Gamer's Mind (Max Level)
Masturbation (Lv. 5) / Cooking (Lv. 5)
(Note: Skills have level caps depending on their tier.)
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Isa stared at the screen. "...Wait a damn minute. Why do I have this skill? Are you messing with me, System?!"
[No, Host. All skills—except for Gamer's Body and Gamer's Mind—belonged to you in your past life. As for that particular skill, check its description.]
Still skeptical, Isa focused on the skill. A new window popped up:
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Masturbation (Lv. 5) [Passive]
This skill represents your proficiency in pleasuring your own body.
Initially recorded as Handjob but was changed to Masturbation due to past-life experience.
Proficiency depends on Dexterity.
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Isa flushed. "Oh… so that's why it's like that. Wait—how did I even become a girl?!"
[Host, check the Inventory next. You'll find your answer there.]
With a sigh, Isa focused on [Inventory]. The tab opened, revealing a grid of storage slots. Among them, a single envelope stood out.
"What's this envelope?" she asked.
[Host, that is a message from God.]
Curious and apprehensive, Isa took it out. The moment she opened it, the letter floated up, and a familiar voice echoed in the room.
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[Message from Steve, the God]
"Dear Y/N—well, Isabella now,
I hope you arrived safely in your new world! Not that it matters since I was the one who sent you there. Hahahaha—haha… ha.
Okay, let's ignore my awkward laugh. So, the reason for your gender change is… um, kinda my and my wife's fault.
You see, before you and your mother entered my domain, I had a little spat with my wife. Nothing serious—we may have accidentally destroyed a few universes, but I fixed them! Anyway, after our fight, I decided to isolate myself for a few centuries.
Meanwhile, my wife thought I was cheating on her. Long story short, she barged into my domain with a divine gender-swapping curse. And, uh… she missed. The curse, meant for gods, hit you instead.
The good news? I saved your soul from disintegrating! The bad news? Your soul is now permanently female. Oops.
Buuuut on the bright side, my wife did tweak this world so you can find a great wife! So, good luck!
Oh, and don't feel guilty about taking over someone's body—it was custom-made for you.
Have a happy life!
Steve, Your (Slightly) Incompetent God"
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Isa stared blankly at the letter. "...I don't know if I should be angry or cry."
In the end, she just sighed. "Fuck it."