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# 🌸 Chapter 1 – Death by Truck-kun, Rebirth by Tree-kun
Arisawa Aria did not think her Monday morning commute would end with her becoming roadkill.
She was a perfectly ordinary office worker—or so she claimed—dragging herself through life with cheap convenience store meals and endless overtime. Her boss had called her "a hopeless dreamer," and her coworkers dubbed her "office fairy" because of her habit of sneaking snacks onto their desks when they weren't looking. A sweet gesture, sure, but she mostly did it because she got bored.
She wanted adventure, but the closest she ever got was dodging her landlord about rent.
That fateful morning, she was walking down the street with a still-warm sandwich clutched like treasure in her hands. Fluffy eggs, ham, a thick layer of mayonnaise—her perfect breakfast. She had taken exactly one glorious bite when fate, in the form of bad grip strength, struck.
*Plop.*
The sandwich tumbled onto the street.
"Nooo!" she screamed, throwing her briefcase down as if she were rescuing a fallen comrade. Without thinking, she leapt forward, stretching dramatically like some shounen hero diving for a sword.
She did manage to grab the sandwich. Unfortunately, she also managed to step directly into the path of a speeding delivery truck.
The shadow loomed. The horn blared.
Aria blinked up at the inevitable. "Wait. Seriously? Truck-kun?!"
She could already see the web novel comments section mocking her. *'Of course she got isekai'd this way. So original.'*
"Oh, come on!" she yelled, sandwich still in her hand. "Couldn't I have at least died saving a puppy or something—aaaghhh!"
*CRASH.*
Darkness swallowed her.
The last thing she noticed was that the sandwich, once again, flew from her hand… and landed neatly on the sidewalk. Untouched. Safe.
Her final thought: *At least the sandwich lived.*
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When her eyes opened again, there was no hospital bed. No afterlife line. No angels. No horns and pitchforks.
Instead, she found herself inside something warm and glowing.
"…Did I get stuffed into a lightbulb?"
The walls around her pulsed with golden-green light, and faint, melodic humming filled the air. She wriggled her fingers and froze.
Her fingers were glowing. Small, delicate, almost translucent, like glass dipped in sunlight.
"…Okay. Either I'm dead, or I'm auditioning for a role as Tinkerbell."
Her body felt… different. Light. Almost weightless. She twisted, and something on her back fluttered. Her field of vision sparkled with a trail of dust-like motes.
"Oh my god. I have wings. I actually—"
She tried to flap them experimentally. For about half a second, she managed to hover. Then she crashed straight into the glowing wall of her cocoon.
"—ow."
The cocoon cracked. Light spilled in. And with one last push, she stumbled out into a vast hollow chamber.
It was breathtaking.
The space stretched endlessly upward like the inside of a cathedral, but instead of stone, it was made of wood—massive roots twisting into archways, golden sap veins glowing faintly in the walls, and faint streams of glittering pollen drifting through the air like stars. The sound of leaves rustling echoed above, though she couldn't see the ceiling.
In the middle of it all, she stood on a massive root, no taller than a child's doll, with wings sparkling faintly behind her.
"…I… am definitely not in Tokyo anymore."
She raised her tiny hands and looked around, utterly lost. "So… either I'm a fairy, or I shrank in the wash. I'm leaning fairy, because I don't remember buying glittery wings at Uniqlo."
The air was heavy with energy, like a living heartbeat. And then, as if her panic triggered something, the energy surged.
Her wings fluttered wildly. Magic she didn't even know she had burst outward in a shimmering wave.
"Wait, wait, what's hap—"
*BOOOOM.*
The hollow shook. Light poured from the cracks. And all around the tree, for miles, life exploded.
Outside, flowers erupted in full bloom. Dead branches turned green. Spirit butterflies awakened, glowing in the air. Streams sparkled crystal-clear as roots expanded into them, blessing them with vitality.
Inside, Aria was flat on her face.
"…Did I just photosynthesize an entire forest?"
She sat up, glitter in her hair, staring at her tiny glowing hands. Her aura sparkled faintly like a disco ball. "Okay. Not my fault. Totally not my fault. Maybe fifty percent my fault."
That was when the voice came.
**\[ Child of two worlds. Awaken. ]**
The sound wasn't a sound. It was inside her head, vibrating through her chest. Gentle, ancient, yet immense, like the earth itself had decided to speak.
Aria froze. "…Tree-kun?"
**\[ I am Eldergleam Yggra. The Primordial Tree. Guardian of life's first spring. For eons, I slept. But your soul, foreign yet kind, has stirred me. You are reborn as my child… a Primordial Fairy. ]**
"…Right. So I got isekai'd by Truck-kun, and now Tree-kun's my mom. Perfectly normal Monday."
And then it happened: knowledge surged into her head like someone had clicked "download all" on the universe. She gasped as visions unfolded—
* The world's name: **Aetherion**.
* The races: humans, elves, beastfolk, fairies, monsters.
* Magic that shaped the land.
* The fall of ancient civilizations.
* And the truth of fairies: tiny nature spirits, fragile, harmless.
Except her.
The Primordial Fairy. Born only once every age. Bound to the Primordial Tree. Blessed with dominion over life and nature itself.
Her sanctuary: the entire region surrounding the tree. Her **domain**, already established by her outburst. A safe haven no corrupted creature could enter.
The Eternal Glade.
She staggered, gripping her head. "Ugh—worldbuilding download complete, I guess. Thanks, Tree Mom, but maybe warn me before you hit ctrl+c ctrl+v into my brain."
The voice faded, content.
**\[ Grow, little one. The world awaits your mischief. ]**
And then it was silent.
Aria sat there for a long moment.
"…So let me get this straight," she muttered. "I died saving a sandwich, got Truck-kun'd, got born from Tree-kun, and now I'm apparently Fairy Jesus with a built-in national park?"
She stood, wings flickering. Her eyes wandered to the hollow's opening, where light streamed through. Beyond it, she could already feel the tug of her domain—the forest had changed, *because of her*. The Eternal Glade whispered in her mind.
She smirked.
"Well, congratulations to me. Day one in Fairy World, and I'm already a landlady. Rent will be paid in flowers, sunshine, and—" she put her hands on her tiny hips, "—unquestionable respect."
Her laugh rang softly, echoing against the roots of the Primordial Tree.
"Sorry, new world," she said, wings flicking as she floated toward the light. "You're about to have a very mischievous Fairy Queen."
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