5 The First Day, Part 1

"Hah! You want powers from me?! Then you'll have to pass the mystical trials!"

I glared at the ceiling. It was obvious he was just trying to make things difficult for me… what mystical trials.

"Stop joking around or I'm telling the giant."

"Hah! Go tell him! Did I ever say I'm not giving you powers? You just need to do the mystical trial so that fitting powers can be assigned."

My gaze darkened, and I grit my teeth. What a little pest, to think he'd get back at me this way. Well, fine. I was dead anyway and killing me would definitely go against the deal I'd made with the giant.

But, if I ever come back here I am definitely giving him a thorough spanking.

Who knew that two weeks later I would be in the following state…

<< Two weeks later >>

"F*CKING LITTLE PIECE OF SH*T MOTHERF*CKING B*STARD WHEN I FIND HIM I WILL ROAST THAT TWINK ABOVE A HELLFIRE AND FEED HIS REMAINS TO THE UGLY DEMON BATS!!"

A young woman, about 14 or 15 years of age was lying in the black dirt in front of a pitch-black pond. Her roars were so full of fury it made the startled demons around take a step back. Her face was covered in char, covering no doubt cute and exquisite features. As a teenager, her face still had some baby fat which made her look cuter… and made the contrast to the words coming out of her mouth more extreme.

Her entire body was covered in the same black dirt, staining her pure white clothes so that she looked like a beggar. Her bright yellow eyes could have been red with how full of rage she seemed. Her curses didn't stop even as she stood up. She turned and started kicking the black pond which did nothing but stirred the water. That only annoyed her further and she let out a heaven-piercing scream.

"MOTHERF*CKING TWINK!!!!!"

She couldn't believe it. How dare he make her go through such a terrible thing just to get some measly starting powers. If she could get her hands on him… Lilith pretended she was wringing his neck and let out a final roar before finally giving up. She snarled to herself and shifted her attention to her surroundings.

Just then a screen of sorts popped up in front of her.

/ Loading complete. Opening profile. /

Name: Lilith Averax

Age: 14

Level: 0 [0/1000 EXP]

Status: n/A

Race: Naga (snake demon race)

Title: Third Demon Princess

Hidden Title: Devil's Bride

/ Updating profile. /

/ New Personal Ability: MAX Endurance --> MAX Resistance to pain and fatigue-related statuses. /

/ Calibrating Magic Affinity. Complete. /

/ Calibrating Stats. Complete. /

/ Refreshing profile. /

…

<< Two weeks earlier >>

"Fine. Sure, do your worst."

I sneered. How bad can it be?

"Send me, Lilith, princess of the demon kingdom that rules a continent to your stupid mystical trials!"

I raised a fist in determination. Unknowingly I clenched it so tight my knuckles turned white. I was excited. How could I not be? This was it- this was the beginni-

"KYAH!"

The black pond had suddenly dashed out as if it was alive, consuming the ground I was standing on and I started to free-fall. Again. I wish these immortal creatures used a different mode of transportation. At this rate how could I ever trust what looked like solid ground anymore?

At first, I tried to enjoy the breeze wafting through my hair. However, after half a minute the fear started to creep in. I was falling for far too long. I mustered up all the courage I could gather and looked down.

Boobs.

What?

Oh, sh*t this is my new body! My chest isn't as developed as my adult avatar, but this was pretty impressive. I wonder how old I am right now.

Looking at my new body, perky breasts, slender arms and long, healthy hair, I can't help but smile. Unfortunately, the feeling of satisfaction I'm enjoying doesn't last long and is replaced by pure terror.

I can see the ground approaching rapidly and unlike the past two times, I'm not slowing down. I'm actually free-falling. I'm going to die.

"AAAAAAAAHH!!! OH MY GOD, DO SOMETHING, I'M GOING TO DIE! HELP!!"

I start flailing with my arms, trying to grab onto something. Who knows, maybe there's an invisible rock or something mid-air. Never give up hope.

No invisible rocks come to my aid and the ground, a field of grass, is now just 20 seconds away. I think. My screams grow more desperate and I feel like crying. Tears already well in my eyes. My short afterlife flashes before me as a sob escapes my trembling lips. It was fun making the avatar, at least I got to enjoy the sight of my new boobs for a few seconds.

*CRASH*

The impact is as painful as expected. I can hear an unhealthy crack and a searing pain shoot through my nerves, overloading my brain and the next second the lights go out.

<< Some time later >>

I can't tell how much time has passed since I blacked out. An itchy feeling paired with a pounding sensation lures me awake. Ah, welcome back, realm of pain. I try to open my eyes, but it feels like they're glued shut with something.

Next, I insert some strength into my left arm, trying to lift my hand to wipe at my eyes but instead, I release a surge of pain that makes me cry out.

Panting, in shock, I try with the other arm and can luckily move it. The pain in my left arm is still throbbing, making me whimper as I rub at my eyes. Finally, they open, and I inspect what had been keeping them shut.

Ah. Blood. Dried blood.

I look down at my left arm.

"A.. ah-ah"

My eyes widen, and fresh tears start to spill. My elbow looks entirely shattered and there is a bone sticking out of my forearm. My fingers are pointing in all the directions they shouldn't be pointing, and I could swear something's wrong with my shoulder.

Looks like I landed on it.

Wait, my chest hurts too?

As if on cue, I start coughing up blood. There's a sharp, piercing pain in my chest area and my breathing turns into wheezing.

Thankfully my breasts look unharmed, but I feel like a living corpse. I'm too scared to move because I know everything will start hurting more, but I'm really itchy.

What IS that?

I look further down on myself and see a horde of ant-like thing crawling up my… tail? What?

WHAT?! WHY DO I HAVE A TAIL?

I- I'll worry about that later. Those ants are really itchy, it's like they are biting me, but they aren't doing much damage.

Nevertheless, watching them move up my scaled tail (am I fish? A mermaid? Please no, how am I supposed to move in a field of grass if I'm a fish) makes me very, very nervous. I swipe down with my unharmed arm in an attempt to brush them off.

"Y-OUCH!"

Instead of getting rid of them, a few ants jump onto my scale-less hand and start biting. Little buds of blood form where their tiny fangs pierce and I scream again. Partly out of pain, but mostly because I can't move, and I have flesh-eating ants crawling all over me.

What a great start.