1 Chapter 1
It was a late night, a Waning Gibbous moon lit the forest.
A young boy in his preteens is in the forest is limping and clutching his abdomen.
He let out a groan of pain, but not loud. He didn't want to alert the pursuers. He didn't want his hard work of escaping them to slip away.
His clothes are tattered. Crimson liquid flowing in his legs and hands.
He was exhausted. He was running for half an hour with an injury.
He rested in the nearest tree. He is quite confident that he lost them.
He should've listened to her mother. He is just a pup. His claws are not sharp enough like his older relatives that can slice metal with ease.
Rogue packs have been terrorizing beacon hills. Must be a territorial dispute.
But honestly, he didn't know because her mother did not want her pups to get involved.
There is a line between bravery and stupidity.
He heard footsteps approaching, He halted his resting and continues to run to his house.
They are approaching fast. He can tell that there are about 3 of them.
He huffed and huffed. Looking back there are 3 werewolves. One has a mohawk and a tattoo on the forehead written 'Slice here'. One is bald and missing an eye and large claw-marked scars all over his head. One is huge, about 6"9 tall also bald. All of them are wearing biker outfits.
The boy halted his running. The pursuers and the boy are 4 meters apart. He turned around and unsheathed his soft claws.
He cannot run forever and he is also not a coward.
The trio also halted and showed their fangs to intimidate the boy.
"It's past your bedtime boy, I'll make you sleep" - One with Mohawk.
The boy said anything he ignored him but glared at the biggest of the trio. He was the one who clawed his upper abdomen.
"Don't Ignore me!" - One with Mohawk.
The one with a mohawk lifted his arms to claw the poor boy's face.
The boy lifted both his arms to block it. Waiting for the pain but it was never there.
There was screaming specifically the one with a mohawk. His arm was decapitated, blood was spurting all over the forest floor. He held his decapitated arm and proceeded to scream more.
The wound screeches like it was melting. It was steaming like a bowl of freshly cooked rice.
It baffled the boy and the other two werewolves. 'Who cut off his arm?'
Another moment and invisible string shining under the moonlight approached the man with a mohawk.
It was invisible to the naked eye. No, it was too fast.
One moment his arm was cut off. The next moment half of his head was now on the grass floor.
Brain matter smudging the beautiful green grass now crimson red.
Then the body dropped.
It was instantaneous.
A second after they heard footsteps approaching their left.
They saw a girl in her mid or late teens, slitted lilac eyes, milky-white skin, and wavy white hair almost glowing in the moonlight. They must be hallucinating.
She wore a spider patterned open shoulder dress with some hint of lavender stopping mid-thighs exposing her slender legs.
She was impeccable in any corner of her body like it was sculpted like a doll.
In her arms, she was holding strings manipulating them. With each movement of her fingers, the strings shone under the moonlight
"Why don't you meat bags pick someone your own size?
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14 hours earlier, 11:52 p.m. year 2138
Charlotte Valiernova is a 40-year-old office lady barely scraping by. Also single and never once has a boyfriend.
How terrific her life can be.
Her only escape was through josei novels and fantasy-type video games.
Oh, she adored fantasy games.
To her, it was better than the polluted world she lived in. She has to wear a gas mask and a sturdy umbrella to resist the toxic air and acid rain outside her apartment.
Now her greatest joy is shutting down this midnight.
She finished writing an email to her boss which is embarrassingly younger than her.
'Curse all rich people' she thought
Education is very expensive. Anyone who isn't rich has the privilege of attaining higher degrees. The others like her well… They are worker bees for the queen.
All her work is done. She gulped all the ramen in the ramen cup and hastily proceeded to her dive gear and logged in Yggdrassil as quickly as possible. She has only 4 minutes left.
Her avatar is an arachnoid with an assassin build.
She enjoyed espionage and pking other players for players.
If they have gold she will kill. Need info? Well, she can give you but for gold of course.
All guilds and major players. She laid out their routines and grinding spots. Raid bosses patterns and item information she all have them.
Her knowledge is second to none. She had numerous guild invites and memorably one from the skeleton guild one with a pervert bird.
She gathered quite a reputation as the unparalleled assassin.
But now there is no espionage or assassination for the last 2 years. Players have been declining from time to time.
[Fly]
She flew to the highest point in Vanaheim.
The tallest tree in the area is where she stood. Around her is the lush green forest.
She will miss this game. She could cry if she could in-game but an emoji crying popped up near her.
Watching the sun sky high in the sky for a few moments, She waited for the countdown and forced logout.
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However, there is none. But only Darkness.
Did she blackout? That is what she thought.
Moments later she finally opened her eyes and it shocked her.
'This is not Vanaheim' she thought
The obvious thing is the sky. The sun is further down. In Vanaheim the sun is always 12:00 in the sky.
But now it resembles much earlier.
However, that is not all. She is also now in the ground but surrounded by less tall trees.
She can feel the wind. The nice feeling and grassy smell of the forest floor. The chirping of birds in the distance.
She lifted her arms to pick up the leaf fallen in her dress.
She felt the leaf. It was rough and dry.
She dropped the leaf and approached the nearest tree and held up her hand against it.
She can feel the exterior of the plant that was extinct in her world.
She heard a stream of water nearby and went to it.
She saw her avatar which is currently now her. She approaches the streams and held out a hand and felt the clean water touching her skin.
It was Alien to her.
One thing came to her mind.
'yep, this is not Yggdrasil' she thought.
'and this sense of touch is not definitely a bug that messed up my brains in the real world' she thought.
She was transmigrated somewhere. There is no possible explanation. The sense of touch and smell. Now hardware can replicate it.
Because everything felt so real.
But how is she so calm? She didn't know.
One thing also came to her mind that she Is now in her avatar. The avatar she spent 4 hours on sculpting, enlarging, and perfecting her *cough* ahem.
But first things first. She needs information.
[Fly] [Greater Invisibility]
'Good, Spells still work' she thought.
She flew up while invisible. She doubts that anyone can see her unless they at least invest some in seeker-related classes which is quite a handful but less.
As she flew about 300 meters in the air she saw a large forest and some hills.
'Is there some civilization on this planet?' she thought.
She flew northwest where there were fewer trees and saw a large house preferably someone with status in the hills.
'So there are people and if I'm right, this architecture belongs in the 2000s A.D.' she thought.
Was she brought back in time or in another dimension? She needs more data.
She then flew south and saw a dirt road. Following the dirt road, she finally saw buildings resembling early 2000s A.D.
Flying around the town for an hour she concluded that in this town no Yggdrasil magic was used but certain supernatural creatures exist when using [Mass Discern Enemies].
The townspeople is also quite low leveled reaching an average of level 4-9 and the supernatural creatures 11-14 and one level 19. These are easy meat bags. She can easily eliminate them in less than a minute.
'Werewolves, Wendigos, and Druids all low level, not a threat' she thought.
Concluding that there is no threat is in the area. She also concluded that the locals speak English and the meat bags are different than the ones in Yggdrasil. Was she only the one here? She must know more.
'Why am I thinking them for Meat bags? Is it my racial mentality thinking them lesser than me?' She thought.
[Create Lesser Item]
Judging from the fashion of the locals she created one similar to her own and wore them. She also tied her hair in a french bun.
A Purple turtle neck, skinny jeans, and brown boots. If someone asks her about her unusual physical appearance she'll just tell her that she has albinism and wears lilac contact lenses.
Flying down an alley and breaking her Invisibility she emerged from the corner and approached the nearest library.
Entering the library no one paid attention due to being emerged in their reading. Inside the public library, there are tons of books that could make her a millionaire in her old world.
She approached the reception and asks for the public computer. Ignoring her stares she told her the computers that are not currently used and hastily proceeded to public computers.
Not used to the antique device she hesitated to ask for help.
'These PCs are from the silent generation I think, The screen is too small and has fewer pixels but it's better than nothing.' she thought.
She searched for the current politics of the country, currency, events, and other helpful information she will need.
Hours passed she has all the information she needs, printed them out ( used [Charm Species] to make it free ), and put them in her inventory. She is quite talented in skimming articles in a minute and proceed to make a 4,000-word short essay and is quite articulate and high quality too.
She left the library and decided to create her temporary base in the forest.
But before she leaves the town she needs to pawn a tiny bit of her Yggdrassil gold in a pawn shop.
She may have money now but she can't rent an apartment yet. The Landlord/lady would need Identification papers and a bank statement to rent one which she currently doesn't have.
She then hunts for her hideout.
Flying and eliminating spots that are too open and too near the town.
Flying down. To her front, there is a decent-sized rocky hill near the streams. There is also quite a large coverage of hills and dense trees. This is good but not perfect enough.
She has been flying for hours and this is the most decent hideout she has.
'This will do for now' she thought.
She held out her arms and…
[Create Cave System]
An 8th tier spell similar to [Create Fortress] but it is a cave system. Since there is no program binding me I can create my hideout wherever I want.
Entering the cave and walking through the farthest room. She brought out furniture that was only decorative and useless back in the game started to decorate the cave, she will only be staying here for a few weeks before she can find someone to illegally forge her identity.
She then added some slight terraforming in the room to make it look homely
Once good enough she left the cave and started booby-trapping the area in a 55-meter radius. Her hideout is far enough from the town that only poor deers or critters will get caught and be her dinner.
Hours passed. She decided to terraform the other rooms because why not? it's her home (well temporary) and decided to make it comfy.
While decorating her living room her tinsy spider summon approached her.
"Hello Fluffy need anything?" she asked while arranging the portraits.
"This lowly one saw 4 werewolves running through the forest and will approach the supreme one's home in 2 minutes if they keep up, what must we do?" Fluffy replied.
Fluffy is a lesser spider summon and is 90cm long. It has white hairy fur, razor-sharp mandibles and legs, and lilac eyes like its master.
"Well, I'll pay them a visit. I'm quite curious as to how different is the werewolves here~" she happily said.
"Thy supreme one, surely they are not worth your time. This lowly summon will fetch them for you" Fluffy said.
She stopped arranging the portraits and turned to Fluffy.
"No can do Fluffy~, You stay here and bring me some fresh meat when I come back preferably venison, maybe steal some rosemary and pepper too if you can and that's an order" she said.
The summon meekly bows its head and obeys its master.
"Now about those 4 wolves, tell me about it" she commanded.
"Of course master" said Fluffy.
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"Why don't you meat bags pick someone your own size?"
'This is my first time killing someone yet I felt nothing' she thought.
Not a second has passed she moved her left fingers to manipulate the strings heading right straight to the leftover werewolves pursuing the boy.
Strings wrapped around the werewolves' legs and torso so tight that it slices some of their flesh bleeding some crimson blood and held them high dangling in the trees.
With a small swift movement of her right hand, the force of her slash waved of the fallen grass beneath them and the wind beheaded the mutts upside down and slicing some wood bark behind the bodies.
This left the boy shocked, mouth open at how quickly did the girl a couple of years his senior killed them less than a minute.
"If you don't close your mouth spiders will crawl inside it~" she teased.
They quickly closed his mouth. He was relieved that they are gone but he can't help be a bit paranoid about the new visitor.
"Whats a wittle boy doing her in the middle of the forest? Isn't it past your bedtime~" she teased again but with a baby voice while poking the poor boy's cheeks.
Again baffled at how close this woman was to his space after killing 3 werewolves in less than 10 seconds he wondered.
She laid the boy's injured body to the nearest tree. The girl forces his mouth open to make him drink some sort of red liquid. There were protests but he gave up due to his exhausted state.
But the unthinkable happened to the boy. Scars all over his body healed and the open wound in his chest closed. All the blood in his shirt is now gone like there was no wound before.
Muttering a thank you to his savior she gave him a nod.
However, he still has his tattered clothes sucks to him.
"The name's Charlotte, what's your name?" she asked.
"Derek, Derek Hale" the boy said.
