My name is Yuki
I have been a good daughter, helping her mom cook and clean, working with her dad in the fields, and even learning sword skills from him. Most people got a class at ten, picked by God, to show their place—baker, healer, whatever. But she was classless, called trash by some. Her dad never let her feel bad, though. He taught her to swing a sword, his rough hands guiding hers, making her strong.
And the chaotic storm in her mind finally began to calm, the memories settling into place like fallen leaves. A spark of hope, fragile but persistent, flickered within her. She took a steadying breath and whispered the word into the quiet room.
"Status."
The air before her shimmered, then erupted in a blaze of golden light. A magnificent, spinning wheel materialized with a soft, resonant hum, its intricate edges bleeding motes of energy. It spun with a purpose, a celestial roulette that held her future in its revolutions. Her heart hammered against her ribs—his ribs? No, hers now. This was her reality.
Then, it stopped. Not with a final click, but with the sound of ethereal party poppers, a small, almost absurd fanfare.
[ 2 X SPIN ]
A voice echoed in her head, not her own, but one she was coming to recognize. It was God, and it sounded utterly flabbergasted. "By my grace… that's a one-in-a-billion prize!"
"What does that mean?" she asked, her own voice still strange and melodic to her ears.
"It means," God replied, awe coloring its tone, "the wheel grants you two more spins."
The golden wheel began to spin again, its movement now feeling charged with destiny. It slowed, hesitated, and settled.
[RETIRED HERO HALL PASS]
God's laughter echoed, a rich, rolling sound. "Hah! Here I thought you were the luckiest soul alive. This… this is not an actual skill. You'll understand what it does tonight."
A prickle of apprehension ran down her spine. "What do you mean by that, God?"
But the wheel was already spinning for the third and final time. It whirled, a golden blur of potential, before grinding to a halt. The message that appeared was stark and powerful.
[ 99.999999% SKILL SUCCESS ]
"Now that is overpowered," God stated, its voice firm with finality.
A wave of disappointment washed over Yuki—the name felt right, an anchor in the storm. "But… I didn't get a single skill or a class," she murmured, her shoulders slumping.
"No, child, it is not like that," God explained, its tone softening. "This is your skill. It means any skill you attempt to learn, from any class, has a near-certain chance of success. It is a skill of creation; you could even forge new skills that have never existed. And now, before I go, a little gift to help you on your journey. [SYSTEM]. I will not be around from now on. This life is yours to live. Farewell."
The presence in her mind vanished, leaving a profound silence in its wake.
"Status," Yuki commanded, her voice stronger now.
A clean, blue screen materialized before her eyes.
[ YUKI
CLASS: NONE
SKILLS:
99.999999% SKILL SUCCESS
RETIRED HERO HALL PASS
SYSTEM
]
"System?" she ventured.
A neutral, efficient voice responded directly in her mind. Yes. What is your request?
"Oh," she blinked. "What all can you do?"
Almost everything except physical activity. When I am max level. I am currently Level 2.
"And what can you do now?"
All basic knowledge, computer-speed calculations, strategic simulations, mental support, analysis of objects and situations, etc.
"Can you go for now?" Yuki asked, needing a moment of quiet.
Yes. The presence receded.
Yuki let out a breath she didn't realise she was holding. Man, things are so weird.
"Yuki! Get your breakfast!" her mother's voice called from another room, warm and familiar.
"Coming, Mom!" she called back automatically.
Alone again, she assessed her own body. It felt… stronger than her previous one, lithe and capable. I am actually in a girl's body, she thought, but there's no sense of being a stranger in it. It just feels like… my body. Like I've lived in it for 15 years. Because I have.
That is correct, the System's voice interjected. The distinction is false. You are not inhabiting her body; you *are* her. The memories are merged. Your hormonal and neurological patterns are entirely female, shaped by fifteen years of lived experience.
"You're right," Yuki conceded. "Wait, why did you come back? Only come when I call you."
yes. The System went silent once more.
Curiosity, a dangerous and compelling force, made her reach up and tentatively touch her chest. The sensation was soft, undeniably foreign, and sent a confusing jolt through her. Hm. That feels weird.
She pulled her hand away, a new resolve hardening within her. No. I am not going to be some masturbating idiot this time. I have a gift. I am going to become strong, and then I am going to live a happy, slow life.