Prologue

Ian Keethe is 24 and lives alone in an apartment in the city of Moscow. He is a hardcore gamer who is obsessed with 2D-Girls. His internet name is rather famous around the world, unlike in real life. He is known as "2d-kun" and he is a popular keyboard warrior who finds his way into posts when it comes to games featuring girls who he usually obsesses over. His obsession is such that he single-handedly changes the META of many games. He has many haters but is also admired by many due to his meticulous work on making guides to build characters in various games.

One fated night, he receives a text from a random person on the internet, claiming they found his address but not revealing it. Ian takes it as a joke and brushes it off but the same night, at 4 AM, his doorbell rings. He opens the doors and is greeted with a knife which is stabbed into his stomach. Ian, who has a frail body can feel his strength leaving his body, he couldn't see the face of the culprit as they ran away as soon as stabbing them.

As Ian slowly lost consciousness, he had a fuzzy feeling in his body. He quickly opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling and thought to himself whether he had survived or not. He looks around himself and sees an unfamiliar room. He was sure it was not a hospital, and he was more sure that it was not his room. "What in th-," he said, before stopping briefly. That was not his voice, moreover, it was a voice of a female. He raised his arms to the sky, the pure fairy-like skin, it was not his. He used his soft yet strong palms to squeeze his cheeks. "They are soft…," he thought to himself. He quickly sat up on the bed he was lying and noticed a mirror in front of him. "This is crazy," he thought to himself.

The person who was in the mirror's reflection was a woman who exactly looked like the ones he saw in his games. The ones he once obsessed over. "I…," he spoke, stopping again. Taking note of the voice. It was not his body, but the reflection followed his thoughts. He was sure about one thing now. He was possessing the body of the exceptional female figure in front of him. He could feel the flexibility in the body, the type of flexibility and freedom he never felt in his frail body. He stood up and went close to the mirror to touch it with his fingers of right hand. The long fluffy light blue hair and her blood-red eyes suited her perfectly.

"Truly mesmerizing…," he thought to himself when suddenly the door to the room opened. Standing there was another beauty, in maid clothes. He kept aside his obsession and deduced one thing from her appearance. The period he was in is a medieval era. The period in which swords were prevalent.

"You're finally awake miss!", the maid at the door cried as she noticed her standing and staring at the mirror. There was one minor problem, Ian had no idea about the name or the background of the woman he was possessing. Neither was he given any memories of the body. In this case, he had only one choice.

"Who are you?" she asked the maid in a cold voice. Seeing her ask that question, the maid held her mouth and was about to cry. He knew he had stepped on a landmine as saying something like that to a close person would hurt them a lot. He maintained a cold face on her thinking he could get a bit of information from the maid.

"I will get the doctor miss, please trust me and wait here for a while," said the maid as she left while closing the door. She tried to stop the maid but before she could, the maid had already left.

The body of hers felt uneasy suddenly for some reason. "This…, don't tell me," she thought to himself. It was an urgent call of nature. Male or female, the call of nature feels the same for all. Ian had no idea what to do. In desperation, she ran out of the room, and thankfully the rooms were labeled. She quickly navigated her way to the washroom which resembled a closed stool. However, he had no idea how women do this. Fortunately, these habits are muscle memory and she got through her first ordeal in this new world.

"Young miss, where are you?", called the maid as she was looking for her. "Well, let's see where this goes," she thought to herself before exiting the washroom.