dkrc 001. I am not myself
001. I am not myself
(Non-gender swap, only simulation)
"hiss……"
Xin Lai gasped, jolted awake by a sharp headache.
She slowly sat up and looked around blankly.
The pitch-black metal railings stood like giant pillars, forming a cage; beneath them was the cold, hard ground, the chill penetrating through their clothes and piercing their skin.
She lowered her head, and two mounds, the size of small watermelons, wrapped in heavy matte fabric, rose and fell with her breath, with a deep shadow between them.
……wrong.
Her memories were as chaotic as a little girl thrown into a dark room with three big men, feeling dizzy and disoriented.
She, or rather he—
Originally the planner of the game "Asgard's Elegy", he was sent to this other world by a dump truck that transformed into Optimus Prime, who turned grief and anger into engine oil, because he had killed too many popular characters.
But back then, my little brother was reborn too!
Xinlai raised her hand in disbelief and touched her cheek. Her skin was delicate and smooth, full of the elasticity that collagen should have.
His long, purple hair, cascading over his shoulders and resting on the small watermelon, served as a constant reminder that he was no longer himself.
Gender swap?
Before she could even mourn for her missing little brother, a series of noisy footsteps came from the depths of the dark corridor.
"Pero, can this shabby cage really hold a witch?"
"Fool! This is a specially made anti-magic cage, designed specifically to imprison witches."
Xinlai tilted her head.
A witch? Me?
"I've heard that witches all have amazing figures. Since the trial isn't until tomorrow morning, why don't we..."
"Thump!"
A dull thud, like a blow to the head, echoed down the corridor.
"If you don't want to be seen naked and lifeless on the execution ground tomorrow in front of everyone, you'd better behave yourself!"
"All right."
Two soldiers carrying torches passed by the cell. The flickering firelight illuminated a slender figure cut through the bars.
"Well... is it alright to fire a couple of shots through the fence?"
The soldier stared at the undulating curves and the exquisite profile in the dim light, swallowing hard.
"If you're really feeling pent up, then go to a brothel. If you really push the witch too far, you might only be able to be my sister for the rest of your life."
These words were like a bucket of ice water, making the lust-driven soldier shiver and run away, clutching his groin.
"...Never mind."
As the firelight faded into the distance, Xinlai finally managed to sort out her thoughts.
The body's name is Tansten Eve, daughter of the Marquis Tansten.
Even without the memory implantation, Xinlai knew who she was:
A wildly popular character in "Asgard Elegy" with a total popularity of over ten million across nine versions!
Before her rebirth, the fan art and derivative CGs of Eve that Xinlai had seen alone were enough to fill an entire category in the 3D section, and there was even a famous meme that "the 3D section cannot be without Eve, just as the West cannot be without Jerusalem"...
"Have I read my own work?"
A sense of absurdity and immorality welled up inside her, making her cheeks burn.
She coughed twice, shaking off her distracting thoughts.
Judging from the environment and dialogue, we are currently on the eve of the "Judgment of the Witch" storyline in the game.
According to the original storyline, she teamed up with the player-controlled character Lorenz to fight against the sea god Tang San, but was unexpectedly stunned by the aftershocks of the sea god's ultimate move, Nine Turns Mirror.
She was unconscious and had been captured by someone. When she woke up, she found herself here.
Tomorrow morning, she will be tried in Asgard and have a replica of Louis XVI's execution taken at the execution site.
But Sin Lai wasn't too worried about her safety tomorrow, since Lorenz would definitely come to save her according to the plot. She just wanted to figure out why she had undergone a gender swap.
As long as I can get through this lonely and cold night...
"Whoosh!"
A dark shadow suddenly swept across the dimly lit corridor, causing the flames on the wall to flicker violently and almost go out.
Xin Lai's mind immediately went into overdrive.
The dark figure exuded an aura of decay and curse, its form elusive and its appearance indistinct, yet it evoked a profound sense of danger.
Moreover, the original storyline did not include the scene of the shadowy figure visiting the dungeon at night!
With a loud "bang!", the prison door, which was supposedly immune to magic and could only be unlocked by palm print, was cleaved open by the dark figure.
But the patrolling soldiers who had just passed by in the distance did not react at all.
Those two soldiers have probably already gone to see Jesus before her...
"Who... are you?" Xin Lai asked in surprise as she slowly backed away, but after only a few steps, her back pressed against the cold stone wall.
Even though this body has already taken a step towards becoming a witch, her magic is sealed, making her no different from an ordinary person.
The shadowy figure did not answer Xin Lai's question. It approached silently, suddenly raised its hand, and grabbed her neck like an iron clamp, lifting her up like a chick!
"Ha... let... let go..." Xin Lai's feet left the ground, her hands desperately tearing at the dark arm, her body twisting and struggling uncontrollably, but the feeling of suffocation quickly overwhelmed her senses, and the smell of blood filled her nostrils.
Vision gradually blurred and darkened.
In the last second before disappearing from sight, Xin Lai took a close look at the tattoo that had been inadvertently revealed on the arm of the dark figure shrouded in mist:
A skull pierced by a dagger.
……
"Hoo...ha...!"
Xinlai sprang up from the soft, wide bed, panting heavily.
He sat up, still shaken, and looked around.
The ceiling is white, and the walls are covered with a row of longswords that are chipped or broken. A tall hexagonal bookshelf stands against the wall, piled with all kinds of rare books, full of the vicissitudes of history.
Without any further movement, he immediately lifted the blanket and glanced at his energetic little brother.
"It's still there...it's still there."
Xinlai wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, went to the bedside, supported herself with her knees, and pinched the bridge of her nose to try to calm her breathing.
Was that a dream?
No, absolutely not!
The feeling of those heavy little watermelons on my body, both in touch and weight, was incredibly real, along with the painful suffocation and the despair of death...
And that skull pierced by a dagger.
"who I am?"
My real self, Eve in the dungeon, and him at this moment...
Memories tangled and collided, almost tearing consciousness apart.
He squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again, his crimson and dark blue pupils reflecting the gloomy sky outside the window.
The early summer showers are like flower thieves who break into a widow's village at night; they come with a gust of wind and rain and leave in a hurry, leaving only muddy water stains in the gullies and a tree of pear blossoms wet with rain.
"..."
I am Aryan Burmeal Sinlai.
The third prince of the Golden House of Asgard.
This is the real reality.
He looked up at the pendulum clock on the wall.
The date points to the day before the witch Eve was put on trial.
Sinley realized that this seemed to be a prophecy, reminding him to save Eve, who was about to be strangled to death by the shadowy figure.
But why remind him?
A bluish-purple light appeared silently at the corner of Xin Lai's eye as he pondered, flickering slowly.
You have disturbed the legacy of the previous Demon King.
You have obtained the profession: Demon King.
From this day forward, your mission is no longer to protect the world, but... to trample it!
Now, if you want to survive and stop the destruction of Asgard, take the first step: save Eve! That shouldn't be difficult for you, right?
You have acquired a new class skill: Mutual Appreciation
As the ruler of the world's dark side, you share common interests and goals with the witch who is rejected by the world.
You can form a soul contract with a witch, binding you together in life and death! Even if she is not a witch... after the contract, you can transform her into one.
The witch will be absolutely obedient to you, and all her growth and achievements will be returned to you many times over!
You have gained a new passive skill: Hyperdimensional Link.
[You have gained the ability to foresee the future. Upon activation, your main body falls into a deep sleep, and your soul will connect with the nearest witch, experiencing firsthand what will happen in the next twelve hours. This can be activated once per day.]
Looking at the blue-purple system information in front of her, Xin Lai's pupils suddenly contracted:
"I see……"
"So it's not a gender swap after all, but something like a simulation?"