"abczyx" = NORMAL SPOKEN DIALOGUE
abczyx = THOUGHTS, ALSO USED TO COMMUNICATE WITH THE SYSTEM
---abcxyz--- = SYSTEM VOICE IN THE HEAD
Last night, I — a college student — spent the weekend binge-watching One Piece until my eyes and head ached.
My eyes hurt, my neck was sore. I fell asleep without turning off the computer.
This morning, I woke up in this place. My hands fumbled to find my thick glasses on the floor as I grumbled:
"Haiz — is this a dream? At least let it be a good one."
"But this place looks like the inside of Nobita's time machine drawer."
Suddenly, a mechanical electronic voice echoed in my head.
--- WELCOME, HOST. PREPARING TO TRANSMIGRATE IN 10...9...8...---
"Huh!? Transmigrate? No one told me in advance. S-so who am I transmigrating into? A pure white moonlight character or a female ch—"
My voice was cut off as my vision darkened — counting down to zero.
I opened my eyes to loud voices like being in a busy market.
Why am I sitting here — right in the middle of a crowded street? Could it be that I transmigrated into a beggar?*
Wait a minute, if I transmigrated... my identity must be special. Maybe a disowned heiress?*
Lost in thought, suddenly a "Bere bere bere" sound rang out — the snails' message notification.
--- Dear host, please answer the call and follow the instructions---
Eh!? Hello, hello shop, what is my identity and how should I respond?*
System...
---Answer the call. The system will provide full information and memories of the host in 30 minutes---
After the call rang for quite a while, I timidly answered.
CLICK — call answered.
Before I could speak, the voice on the other end sounded urgent, almost shouting at me.
"HEY! HANOCHI! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" — a voice (which I could only describe as yelling, ugh).
Wait, what important work am I doing? Why am I sleeping in the middle of a market? And who is Hanochi?*
Never mind, better apologize first.*
"I-I'm sorry, sir." — I tried to hold back my fear and anxiety.
The other side fell silent for a moment, seemingly surprised by my apology.
"Alright, move to headquarters, same meeting room as before. Be there in 3 hours." — the voice softened a bit.
Call ended — I sighed in relief.
At least I have three hours.
Why am I not worried about going to the headquarters?
Because it's right in front of me...
Specifically, it's huge — right in the center of the island.
In the middle of the island stands the headquarters, surrounded by the bustling market and city, while outside are tall mountains and dense forests.
It didn't take long for me to piece together the situation and this person's identity.
She seems to be a young naval soldier sent here to handle something on the island, and the person who called me seems to be a superior ordering her to the headquarters.
Well — actually not that urgent, just a 10-minute walk, and I have to wait 30 minutes for the system to provide complete information and memories.
I think I'll take a stroll and find a bubble tea shop to drink while waiting.
Haiz — I've walked around 3-4 times already, and still no bubble tea?
I wanted to curse silently at this place — the smell of vegetables, meat, and fish filled the market (to me, these smells are pretty disgusting since I never cook).
Just as I was feeling down, I saw a tavern on the roadside.
I only wanted juice, so I didn't expect to find any there.
But better than nothing, I stepped inside...
As soon as I opened the door, the shop owner started talking.
"What do you want to drink, orange juice? Where are your parents?"
"A kid!?" Hey hey, I'm young but already 19 years old!
Confused, I caught my reflection in a wine bottle nearby.
I almost screamed.
By some miracle, after almost half an hour in this weird place, I didn't realize...
EVERYONE, INCLUDING ME, IS AN ANIME DRAWING.
SYSTEM, WHAT IS GOING ON!?
Still smiling, but inside I was screaming.
I was beginning to understand why I didn't recognize the art style.
Because last night I binge-watched anime all night and fell asleep, so my brain got used to the drawing style.
And also because I was too focused on the two words "TRANSMIGRATE" from the system, thinking I transmigrated into a novel.
And the reason I was called a kid was that I transmigrated into... a 13-year-old girl.
What is going on!? One Piece + transmigration?
(The initial reason I thought she was a naval soldier without suspicion was that every place has a navy, not just One Piece.)
"Y-yes, I'll have orange juice, please."
I was about to ask if they had Matcha Latte when—
BAM------
The wooden door was kicked open by a group of thugs carrying weapons.
Coincidentally, the system voice echoed in my head.
----Ding Ding, host identity and memories fully downloaded-----