NOVEL NEXT Rumble
The earth-shattering rumble is my wake-up call.
This isn't the first time hearing it either. The last was back in my world before I died.
No, let's not forget, I didn't die. The fact that I fell to my death, and a random transdimensional deity vaporized me doesn't mean that I'm dead. I'm still here. Even if it's in a different body and world it still counts.
And let's face it, this one's way hotter. I can forgive her because of that, no matter how shallow it sounds. It's exciting, something very new to me, the average, uninteresting late bloomer. I could get used to it, scary sounds or not.
Of course, I would never admit that to her face. I'm still mad that she left me alone here. So is she an actual deity? Or is it some silly title people put on themselves without meaning? I don't know the first thing about her apart from her looks.
Those sure are godlike, and I'm eager to explore the rest. So what is this place? At first glance, it's a pine forest. Calm, quiet. It's unlike the lecture hall I should be sitting in, full of people. Strangers, ugh.
Birds are chirping, and tranquil, but the smells are heavy. My nose got used to Alexandra's cinnamon scent so fast, which is a shame.
The rest is more mundane, earthy, even unpleasant, I had no idea this is what a forest smells like.
Indoors for life. The place has traces of rot, feces, and decay lingering in the air. It's not the flowery sensations I'd expect, but what do I know?
The light wind mixes them in unexpected ways. It's interesting how my nose can pick apart every component without trying. That's a catgirl for you. Sorry, Feline Beastfolk.
Would this nose work the same in my world too? Our forests might be different, and have more pollution and other plants, who knows?
It's too early to guess this world's technological level. I assume it's in a medieval era looking at these clothes. And because that's trendy with fantasies, but it's not a definite answer.
What if they also have programming and modern tech here? There must be a reason why Alex picked that as her interest.
It's too early to delve into assumptions. It's not like I was an expert on the other world either. When will I get back there? How much will this place change me? How will it feel to return to my original — no, a replica of my body?
Let's hope this Goddess will take notes as she promised. I have to think about what happens after this craziness ends.
Again, it might be too early, since it only has begun. But think of the plans to set up a small startup company and make indie games, without worrying about anyone.
No people to boss me around, no workplace to go to, absolute freedom within the four walls.
The hikikomori dream, except I would make actual money. At least that's the plan. And until then, this absolute madness.
I can't call it a nightmare though. This body is something else. Now and then I don't want to hand it back. It's firm where it needs to be, and soft where it counts. The plump breasts, the nipples that harden whenever thinking about them, is this how it feels to be hot?
And I'm in love with her stomach, it's amazing. It's a perfect, flat, hard plane between mountains and valleys.
It doesn't have those protruding abs or love handles, it's flat, firm, smooth, and jealousy kills me.
There is no way to get something this perfect, no diet, no workout, this is genetics. Screw that Goddess, what did she do to deserve it?
Well, there is one downside to her stomach. It's that earth-shattering sound from earlier. It's unlikely that she'd starve herself to get into this shape.
It's too plump in places for that. But the host is hungry for sure, and that means, so am I.
Ding.
[Notice: You received a new Quest. Open the Quest page to check it.]
"Fine, hit me with it." How hard it would be to program a system like this?
The best I could do in high school was to replicate Snake. I went through step-by-step tutorials so detailed, that it felt like cheating.
And then a girl from another world with magic transmigrates and learns programming in a year? Although I could nitpick the menu and how forced some functions are. The AI itself is much smarter than it has any right to be.
[New Quest: Survive until Alexandra, the Goddess of Luck, Thirteenth Bride returns.]
"Yep, that was the plan from the start, with or without a mission." I nod, opening a dropdown menu by blinking at it.
Info shows up on a holographic screen, others appear as voices in my head, narrated by that AI, I only call 'System'.
[Suggestions: Find food, water, and shelter. Avoid the Inquisition or the Demon Lord's forces. Do the tutorial and level up. Explore. Pro tip: dying would cancel this mission.]
"Don't you say?" I take it back, this AI is dumb as hell.
[Estimated length for the mission: 7-10 days.]
"Hold on, she said five." Why does the length keep getting longer every time it comes up?
[Notice: If the Goddess returns right after classes, she won't be able to create an accurate replica of you.]
[Thus it's more likely she'd spend some time to find a solution first. She will only return once she has everything sorted out.]
Well, I expected that. It still doesn't make me happy. And, to think it's because she wants to recreate that tomboy body I don't desire at all.
She's right. If my parents see someone else claiming to be me they'd freak out.
"System, is my character OP?"
[Error: Cannot compute.]
"Ugh, I mean, the stats, are they high or low?" That must have been too generic for her.
[Notice: Average humans have stats ranging from 10 to 12 in each category.]
"Hmm, okay, that sounds like everything I have is above average. Nice."
[Notice: Average HUMANS have stats ranging from 10 to 12 in each category.]
The way she repeated it sounds ominous.