The five empty energy drink cans should have been a warning.
He stared at the barbell, 405 pounds, and felt his heart hammer against his ribs like it was trying to escape.
'Time for a new PR!!'
He lifted.
His vision went white, then nothing.
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Consciousness returned without fanfare—no body, no heartbeat, just awareness floating in gray nothing. Miku tried to move but there was nothing to move, tried to speak but had no mouth. The void pressed in from all sides, soft and suffocating.
So I'm dead. That's... wow. That's really stupid.
The thought drifted through his formless mind, followed by another: Mom's going to kill me. Wait.
Before he could appreciate the irony, reality shifted. Wooden planks materialized beneath his... soul? Consciousness? A room built itself around him—bookshelves, a crackling fireplace, the smell of old paper and Earl Grey. Warmth without a body to feel it.
"Ah, you're coherent!"
Someone sat across from him in a plush armchair, androgynous and beautiful in a way that hurt to perceive directly. They wore a cream cardigan and poured tea from a porcelain pot that definitely hadn't existed three seconds ago.
A teacup appeared in Miku's non-existent hands.
"Milk? Sugar?"
Miku would have blinked if he had eyes. "What?"
"Tea preferences." The figure—god, probably—added two sugar cubes to their own cup with a soft plink plink. "This is the death transition space. Bit of limbo before I sort you out. Tea helps ground the experience, makes the whole 'you're dead' thing less existentially horrifying."
The tea tasted exactly right, which was somehow more unsettling than being dead.
They sat in silence. The god stirred their cup with a silver spoon, contemplative, while Miku tried to process that this was apparently his afterlife—a cozy study.
"So." The god set down their spoon. "Cats or dogs?"
"...Is this a judgment thing?"
"No, I'm genuinely curious." They pulled out a leather notebook from nowhere. "It says a lot about a soul's compatibility with potential afterlives."
Miku considered this. The tea was helping, actually. "Cats, I guess. They do their own thing."
The god nodded, writing something down. "Interesting. Follow-up: pineapple on pizza?"
"That's what you're asking me? I just died."
"And I process ten thousand souls a day." The god grinned, suddenly impish. "Let me have this. Besides, your answer actually matters—it determines if you're a chaos soul or order soul. Order souls reject mixing sweet and savory, prefer clear boundaries. Chaos souls embrace unexpected combinations."
"That's..." Miku paused. "Is that real?"
"Absolutely not, but I'm invested now." The god leaned forward. "Pineapple: yes or no?"
Despite everything—being dead, formless, having tea with a deity who apparently made up personality tests for entertainment—Miku laughed. The sound had no voice but existed anyway, rippling through the space between them.
"Sure, why not? Sweet and savory. ( its for the plot i swear!! )"
The god's face lit up like a kid on Christmas. "Chaos soul! Perfect. Oh, you're going to love what I have planned."
They stood, and the cozy room transformed. Spotlights erupted from nowhere, confetti rained down in sparkles of gold and silver, and three massive wheels materialized, each one glittering with hundreds of colorful segments covered in text too small to read.
The god spread their arms, voice suddenly echoing with divine reverb: "WELCOME, LUCKY SOUL, TO REINCARNATION ROULETTE!" They spun in place, cardigan flaring dramatically. "You get THREE SPINS! Three chances at cosmic powers, unique abilities, and reality-bending nonsense! Are you READY?"
"I have so many—"
"Great! Let's start!" The god grabbed the first wheel, which was predominantly pink with little hearts decorating the rim. "Wheel number ONE contains body modifications, special constitutions, bloodline abilities, and unique physical traits! Let's see what the universe has in store for you!"
They spun it with the enthusiasm of a game show host on cocaine.
The wheel whirled, clicking rapidly through options. Miku caught glimpses as segments blurred past: [Dragon Bloodline], [Perfect Memory], [Giant's Strength], [Immortal Body], [Phoenix Rebirth]—
It slowed.
Slowed.
Stopped on a segment glowing bright pink: [FEMBOY SYSTEM].
Silence stretched between them.
"Oh," the god said, grin widening. "Oh this is good."
"What does—"
"Shh, no spoilers! Gotta maintain the suspense!" They were already moving to the second wheel, this one shimmering with blue and silver. "Wheel number TWO! Special abilities, reality manipulation, and absolutely broken powers that will make your new life significantly more interesting!"
Another dramatic spin. This wheel showed different options: [Telekinesis], [Time Loop], [Shapeshifter], [Necromancy], [Dimension Walk]—
It landed on: [SAVE FILES].
The god whistled low. "Okay, either you're the luckiest soul I've processed this millennium, or the universe has plans for you. That's a proper game-breaker right there."
"What does it—"
"You'll figure it out! That's half the fun!" They approached the third wheel, noticeably smaller and less polished than the first two. Some segments looked faded, the whole thing slightly crooked. "And finally, the WILDCARD WHEEL! Could be amazing, could be useless, could be secretly the most overpowered thing you get! Only one way to find out!"
They spun. The wheel creaked, uneven, clicking through options at random: [Cursed Sword], [Mysterious Egg], [Lucky Coin], [Bottomless Bag], [Ancient Map]—
Stopped on: [BROKEN GODDESS STATUE FRAGMENT].
"Aaaand trash pull!" The god announced cheerfully. "Hey, two out of three isn't bad. The fragment's pretty much worthless, but you never know—sometimes garbage becomes gold with the right circumstances."
"Wait, that's it? Some broken statue?"
"Three spins, three results, that's the rules." The god snapped their fingers. "Now comes the really interesting part."
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Pain.
Not physical—Miku still didn't have a body—but becoming hurt. His formless soul compressed, shaped itself, pulled together into something solid and real. He felt weight return, presence, the boundary between self and not-self solidifying with each agonizing second.
The changes rippled through him like water finding its shape: height compressing, frame slimming, bones shifting into smaller, more delicate configurations. His face restructured—features softening, angles smoothing, everything becoming gentler, prettier. His hair lengthened down his back, color bleeding from dark brown to cotton candy pink. His entire existence condensed into something small, something cute.
Every nerve ending sparked to life feeling impossibly, intensely sensitive.
Then the System activated.
[Femboy System initializing….]
[User Registered: MIku]
[Scanning Soul…..]
[Body Optimization Complete]
[Welcome Host!!]
Pink translucent windows exploded across his vision—stats, notifications, prompts, all decorated with hearts and sparkles. Information flooded his mind: new body specifications, system features, ability descriptions. The sensitivity wasn't just physical; he could feel the System integrated into every cell, every thought, making everything more intense, more responsive, more—
"Perfect fit!" The god admired their work. "The System already loves you. Look at that optimization score—ninety-eight percent! Most people cap at seventy."
Miku tried to speak and heard his new voice for the first time—softer, naturally melodic in a way that made his old voice seem harsh by comparison. "This is... I'm..."
"Adorable? A five-foot-two pink-haired cutie with maxed-out charm stats and sensitivity that'll make everything incredibly intense?" The god winked. "Yeah, I noticed. Now, about where you're going..."
They waved their hand and a screen materialized showing a fantasy world: medieval cities with magic-lit streets, diverse races walking together—humans, beast-folk with ears and tails, winged beings that might be angels or demons.
"This world was once a game," the god explained, suddenly serious. "Became real through accumulated belief and divine energy. Fascinating place—game logic still applies in weird ways, but everyone's alive now, thinking and making choices the original code never predicted."
Something clicked in Miku's mind. "Wait. Which game?"
The god's grin turned mischievous. "Oh, you'll recognize it. You spent, what, two thousand hours playing it? Beat every route, found every secret, set records people still haven't broken?"
Miku's new heart hammered. "You're sending me to—"
"With all your memories intact, yes." The god looked entirely too pleased with themselves. "I'm dropping you into a family situation. Nothing comfortable—that'd be boring. You'll figure it out quickly enough."
Reality frayed at the edges. Miku felt himself being pulled somewhere else, the god's study dissolving into light and color.
"One more thing!" The god's voice echoed as everything went white. "The statue fragment? Keep it close. It's nowhere near as useless as it looks. Oh, and have fun with the whole 'family drama' thing. I'm expecting great entertainment from this!"
"Wait, what family drama—"
The void swallowed him whole.
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Miku woke up gasping.
Too soft. That was his first thought. Everything felt too soft—the bed beneath him, the silk sheets tangled around his legs, the nightshirt loose on his unfamiliar frame. He sat up and the room spun slightly, his new body's proportions all wrong, center of gravity shifted, height missing.
Moonlight streamed through tall windows, illuminating a bedroom that screamed wealth: mahogany furniture, thick carpets, oil paintings of stern-looking nobles. Not his apartment. Not anywhere he'd ever been.
He looked down at his hands—two delicate, squishy hand with small, fingers slim and graceful. The nightshirt's sleeves hung past his wrists. He touched his face and felt soft skin, features that seemed fragile under his fingertips.
Then he saw his hair cascading over his shoulders in pink waves that caught the moonlight like silk.
Right. The System. I'm actually…
[Femboy System]
[User:Miku]
Level: 1
Lust points: 0 LP
[Primary Stats]
Charm: 87 (S rank)
Allure: 92 (S rank)
Sensitivity: 102 (Ex-rank)
Stamina: 78 (A rank)
[Attributes]
[Eternal Blush]- Passive
[Sensitive touch]- Passive
[Irresistible Aura]- Passive
The System hung in his vision, translucent pink and impossible to dismiss. Real. Actually real.
He swung his legs over the bed and stood—then immediately staggered. His center of gravity was completely different, his height gone, proportions shifted. The wooden floor felt intensely textured under his bare feet, every grain and groove sending sensation up his legs.
'Okay. Okay. Assessment time.'
He was in a fancy bedroom. Expensive furniture, so a noble family. The god mentioned "family situation" and "not comfortable." His new body was—he caught his reflection in a full-length mirror and froze.
The person staring back was small. Maybe five-two at most, with a frame slender and delicate frame, a nightshirt hanging loose around narrow shoulders. Pink hair fell in waves to the middle of his back. His face was... pretty. Not handsome, not masculine—pretty, with large eyes and features that looked designed to make people drool.
He looked exactly like the kind of character who'd appear in—
Memory hit him like cold water.
This game. The fantasy RPG he'd spent years mastering. The world he'd explored every corner of, found every secret in, beaten faster than anyone else. But if he was here, in this bedroom, in what looked like a noble family's estate, then that meant—
A knock at the door made him jump, his hypersensitive new body registering the sound like a physical jolt.
"Young master Miku?" A servant's voice, female and carefully neutral. "Your father requests your presence in the dining hall. Immediately."
Young master. Miku. Father.
"I'll be right there," he managed, voice coming out softer than he intended.
The servant's footsteps retreated down the hall.
Miku stood in the moonlit bedroom, his new body trembling slightly, and felt laughter bubble up in his chest. "Well," he said to his reflection, his voice carrying that new melodic quality, "this is going to be interesting."
He found clothes laid out on a chair—nice but not extravagant, The fabric felt intense against his hypersensitive skin, every thread noticeable. Once clothed, he took a breath and headed for the door.
Time to face the family that was about to throw him out.
The System chimed helpfully
[Quest Activated: Family matters]
[Attend the dinner. Face the truth
Reward: Freedom
Difficulty: E
Note: Every story needs a beginning]