Inside a dilapidated church long shrouded in mist, a petite figure sat quietly on an ancient pew, taking deep breaths to steady the rise and fall of her modest chest:
“Calm down, calm down. It’s just one of those cliché plots you see in novels…”
Getting isekai’d into a game was practically routine these days.
So what if she’d never get to play those brand-new video games again? Never touch a console again? Never watch her favorite anime again?
Not like she cared or anything…
“Bullshit!”
With a loud crack, Truth kicked the pew in front of her to pieces, swearing furiously:
“Damn you devs! You’d better pray I never get back to the real world, or I swear I’ll blood blade every last one of you band your imaginary mothers too!”
Just yesterday, the virtual MMO Legend of the Illusory Realm had updated to version 12.0, introducing a new level cap— Divine Rank Lv.120—along with a Secondary Class System.
As a top-tier PvP player, Truth had immediately scoured the forums and discovered that clearing certain dungeons could reward legendary artifacts, granting players the power to break through to the divine tier.
According to veteran beta testers, two of those dungeons offered second classes highly compatible with her Assassin build— “The Hidden Treasure of the Evernight Kingdom” and “The Supreme Authority of the Mistshrouded Sage.”
So, Truth dove headfirst into the hardest mist dungeon.
After an all-night grind, she finally found the legendary item inside a cathedral. And then—
Brain-link… Game… Shutdown… Isekai.txt
Classic.
Yes, Legend of the Illusory Realm was a full-dive neural VR MMO and the company had shut down the servers without so much as a warning.
The next thing she knew, she was tumbling through time and space, and when the dizziness cleared… she’d been transmigrated.
Now her inventory, settings menu, and logout button were all gone.
“Goddammit!”
Inside the church, Truth slammed a fist into the wall in fury at the thought of never being able to play another eroge again.
The sheer force of it nearly brought the whole structure down.
The only few pieces of good news: her character stats and gear were still intact.
She was still the infamous, max-level Rank-11 Assassin that made players tremble in fear.
【Name: Truth】
【Level: Royal Rank Lv.119 (MAX)】
【Race: High Demon】
【Attributes: HP 4489 / Constitution 3059 / Mana 6944 / Intelligence 7232 / Strength 1820 / Agility 9098 / Faith 9】
【Skills: Blood Veil, High-Grade Hemorrhage, Blink, Life Drain, Hundred-Weapon Mirage…】
【Talents: Blood Magic Mastery (Lv.100), Kingslayer (Lv.100), All-Seeing Eye (Lv.100)…】
These were the peak stats any player could achieve before the 12.0 update. And now, the key to surpassing the Royal Rank and stepping into the Divine tier hovered right in front of her.
A legendary artifact radiating golden, holy light floated at the center of the church.
Its name— The Supreme Authority of the Mistshrouded Sage.
After ten minutes of mental struggle, Truth finally accepted the reality of her isekai situation and shifted her gaze to the golden relic.
“Becoming a god in another world, huh…”
If she could ascend to Divine Rank, wouldn’t she be able to dominate this world? Maybe even trick a few busty NPCs into becoming her loyal followers…
“Just one problem.”
Truth looked down at the tiny body she’d customized to minimize her hitbox in PvP and nearly burst into tears.
“I’m a loli now!”
Shoulder-length silvery-white hair, delicate features, shimmering pink eyes, and beneath a black-and-red mini-dress— soft, bouncy little legs. That was her current form.
Feeling the draft below, Truth instinctively pressed down on the illusionary short skirt, face flushing red.
Day one of missing my little brother…
Damn it. The more she thought about living the rest of her life looking up at people, the more irritated she became.
“I absolutely refuse to accept this! In that case, there’s only one choice left!”
She would become a god— so that others would look up to her!
In the next moment, Truth lunged forward and grabbed the artifact, instantly initiating the fusion.
【Fusion Initiated: The Supreme Authority of the Mistshrouded Sage】
And then, Truth immediately regretted it.
【Priest class level too low. Fusion progress: 1%. Secondary Class System auto-activated.】
“What? Priest?!”
Her pupils shrank.
Priest?! The artifact’s compatible class was the most useless class of all? Even dogs didn’t want to play Priest! Didn’t the beta testers say it was a perfect match for Assassins?!
She was a top-ranking red-name player! Her daily life was constant battle, death, and more battle and now she was supposed to play support?
Priests didn’t even have attack skills!
Truth had assumed this artifact would be for Warriors or maybe Rangers, but now—
And as the fusion progressed, another soul-crushing truth hit her: her max-level god-tier assassin gear was being overwritten… by a dainty Priest outfit.
A basic starter magic wand fell from the air with a soft thud, bouncing off her shoulder.
A sacred-looking priest headdress materialized on her head.
Her short skirt was replaced by a flowing white robe lined with elegant black patterns, tightly fitted to her petite frame and covering her slender legs…
“My god-tier gear… Noooo!”
This was the most valuable piece of gear she had left after her inventory system vanished—
And it had just been overwritten by a starter priest outfit.
【Priest Subclass Panel Activated】
【Name: Truth】
【Level: Lv.1 (0/12 XP)】
【Race: Human】
【Stats: HP 48 / Constitution 52 / Mana 99 / Intelligence 72 / Strength 22 / Agility 31 / Faith 42】
【Skill: Healing Mist (Proficiency 0%)】
【Talent: Mistshrouded Sage (Fusion Progress: 1%)】
Staring at the panel in front of her, Truth wore the expression of someone who had given up on life.
I hate this world.
Only after mentally cursing every intelligent lifeform in existence did she slowly pick up the wand that had fallen on the ground, inspect it with a scowl… and promptly snapped it in two.
“Get lost! Me, a priest? Unless an injured NPC magically appears right now for me to demonstrate the legendary selfless love of priest players, then I’ll—”
“Whoa, I didn’t expect to find a priest here!”
Suddenly, a youthful voice— probably from an 18- or 19-year-old boy— called out from the entrance of the church. He was half-carrying a wounded female mage into the room.
The mage had already lost consciousness and slumped against one of the white stone pillars at the door, her face pale.
The brown-haired boy, dressed like a swordsman, tried to stop her bleeding as he called out to Truth:
“Priestess! It’s urgent! Please help my compan—uh?”
Before he could finish, Truth shot him a sidelong glance, full of disdain.
Her gemstone-like eyes slowly scanned him from head to toe.
The moment their gazes met, the boy froze, swallowing the word companion mid-sentence and even forgetting how to breathe.
So cute…
That was his first thought. An unbelievably beautiful face.
Rare silvery-white hair. She looked like a work of art come to life…
But what the hell is with that “you’re trash” look in her eyes?!
Wait, is it even legal for a cute girl to give off this kind of terrifying aura?!
No, no way. She’s just a priest, why was he getting nervous?
As Truth remained motionless, the boy swallowed hard and cautiously spoke again.
“Uh… Helping the injured is your priestly duty, right? My friend’s dying. Can you please heal her?”
“Tch.”
Truth rolled her eyes with a loud click of her tongue.
“Huh?”
The boy blinked, dumbfounded.
Then, realizing that her attitude might’ve been slightly off, Truth shifted gears.
She gave him a sweet, sugary smile, tilted her head adorably, and replied:
“Sure thing, nya~.”
Tftc!
YOU CAN’T JUST MEOW AT ME!!!!
Why isn’t it possible?
It’s just not!
Why not, you stupid bastard?!