Elrick sat quietly on a large stone, fingers clenched over his knees, his mind spinning with disbelief.
Birds chirped in the distance. The wind rustled gently through the trees, brushing against his face. Everything around him was calm and strangely beautiful—but none of it brought him any comfort.
He wasn't a camper. He wasn't the outdoorsy type. Yet here he was… sitting alone in the middle of a forest.
"What the hell is going on...?" he muttered, eyes wide as he stared into the trees, trying to piece it all together.
Just moments ago, he'd been lounging in his room, eyes glued to his monitor, playing Throne of Worlds—his favorite MOBA game. He'd just won a ranked match and was fist-pumping in celebration.
Then… it happened.
He reached for a bag of chips, accidentally bumped the edge of his desk, and knocked over an old jewel box—a gift from his grandfather that had sat unopened for years.
The box shattered the moment it hit the floor.
And from within the broken glass, a blinding white light erupted—so intense it devoured his entire room.
The next thing he knew... he was here.
In some unknown forest.
He sat there for what felt like several minutes, letting the confusion wash over him.
Then— Ding!
A sudden chime echoed through the air.
A translucent blue screen appeared before him, hovering midair like a holographic UI straight out of a game.
[SYSTEM ACTIVATED]
> Welcome, Elrick!
You have received: 1x FREE DRAW
Would you like to proceed?
[Yes] / [No]
"What in the…?" Elrick blinked. "So... I got isekai'd?"
Then, slowly, a grin spread across his face. "F*ck yes! I always dreamed of this happening—and I got a system!"
Without hesitation, he tapped the glowing [Yes] icon.
The screen shimmered as a massive summoning wheel appeared, spinning rapidly. Glowing orbs zipped around the wheel, each marked with stars and vivid colors.
[Spinning Summoning Wheel...]
> You have summoned:
The Iron Sister: Beatriz
A magic circle burst open in front of him, glowing with radiant silver and violet light. Wind spiraled upward from its center, scattering leaves and dust in every direction.
And then—she appeared.
She stood tall and statuesque, an imposing figure that shimmered like obsidian laced with gold. Her mere presence silenced the forest.
Her attire was a strange blend of sacred vestments and battlefield readiness. A pristine white blouse, elegant and formal, was cinched tightly at the waist by a dark metal corset, accentuating her sculpted, inhumanly perfect form. Golden crosses gleamed on her sleeves, marking her as something divine—or perhaps forbidden.
But her lower half… was something else entirely.
Black armor etched with veins of gold clung to her long, powerful legs like liquid shadow. It wrapped around her like a second skin, each step she took radiating quiet devastation. Her greaves bore ornate, barbed designs, as if they had been carved from ancient cathedral spires. She was war given shape.
Her face was hidden behind a full helm of flawless, sculpted gold. No eyes. No mouth. No expression. Just an emotionless mask of divinity—cold, regal, unreadable. A single braid of silvery-white hair spilled from beneath the helm, long and perfectly bound, trailing like a silken blade across her shoulder.
Strapped to her back was a weapon—no, a relic. A spear nearly ten feet long, its two-foot blade gleamed faintly with a pale blue glow. The shaft bore celestial patterns etched in ancient script, like something not meant for mortal hands.
She stood tall—easily 190 centimeters, or about 6'3". Elrick, at 5'10", felt positively dwarfed.
He stared, slack-jawed. "…Beatriz?"
She didn't answer. Instead, she tilted her head ever so slightly, as if assessing him. Silent. Entirely unreadable.
Then—
Grrrghhh… heehehehehe…
Low, rasping chuckles echoed from the treeline.
Elrick stiffened.
Emerging from the bushes were short, green-skinned creatures with crooked teeth, jaundiced eyes, and wicked little daggers. Each one barely reached his waist, with greasy hair and twitching limbs.
But they weren't looking at him.
They were staring at her—at Beatriz. And their yellow eyes gleamed with a vile mix of hunger and lust.
Beatriz's helm tilted toward them. Her voice, when it came, was a soft whisper wrapped in steel and frost.
"Disgusting."
Her hand moved to her back.
Elrick gulped as he watched her grip the shaft of her divine spear.