As I drifted into unconsciousness, I felt countless fragments of knowledge flooding my mind—skills and gear of characters I knew all too well!! When awareness returned, I found myself lying on a grassy field somewhere unknown. The crisp scent of grass filling my nose confirmed one thing: this was definitely the wilderness.
[What the hell is going on??]
I muttered to myself, rubbing my head. One second I’d been gaming at home; the next, I was sprawled in a bush.
Could it be…
Had I transmigrated??
I frantically scanned the dense forest around me.
[No! Impossible!! Stuff like this only happens in dumb kids’ fantasies—believing in transmigration would make me as mentally stunted as a child who thinks Ultraman’s real!!]
Then I felt… something odd below my waist.
Wait!! If this *is* transmigration, am I one of those isekai protagonists who got gender-swapped into a girl?!
I instinctively reached down to check.
[……………………………………]
Why are there *two* of them?! Holy crap! Others turn into pretty girls—that’s fine—but *extra* junk?! And not even side by side—stacked *vertically*?! When I pee, won’t the top one drip onto the lower one?!
[Hey!! What’s a pervert like you doing over there?!]
A woman’s voice suddenly cut through the air behind me.
[Who’s the pervert?!]
I whipped around. A girl in crimson armor, spear raised, stood glaring at me.
[Whoever’s standing in their underwear, that’s who!!]
She leveled her spear at me, battle-ready.
Crap. I’d been gaming at home in just my briefs. Gotta think of an excuse—fast—or I’ll get hauled off as a creep.
[Ah!! My head… it hurts!! I can’t remember anything!! All I recall is being attacked by bandits…]
[Attacked by bandits?? Hmm… there *have* been reports lately…]
Phew. Bullseye. Divine intervention!
[M-My apologies for the misunderstanding. I’m Aerin of the Adventurers’ Guild~~]
The moment Aerin finished speaking, a translucent info panel popped up before my eyes, displaying all her details:
**Name:** Aerin
**Level:** 19
**Class:** Gunbreaker
**Gear:** Refined Crimson Wolf Chainmail
Sturdy Steel Spear
Identical to the game. Was I still *in* the game?
[Y-You… where am I? Is this Arad Continent??]
[Arad?! What’s that? This is Aismode Continent. You’re in the woods outside Landton City.]
As she spoke, a map materialized in my vision, pinpointing my location: [*Outskirts of Landton City*].
Oh. So after transmigrating, I came with the game’s UI built-in.
[PERVERT!!!! What are you staring at on me?!]
Aerin’s kick slammed into me before I could react.
[Huh?!]
I went flying.
[You *are* a pervert!! Why were you gawking at my chest like an idiot?!]
She clutched her chest, face crimson.
[I wasn’t looking at your chest!!! Besides, you don’t even *have* one!!!]
I blurted out, eyes fixed on her flat armor plate.
[PERVERT!!!!!!!!]
Another kick came flying.
As her boot connected, text flashed before my eyes:
**System error corrected.**
System error?? What did that mean??
Then—the weird sensation below my waist vanished.
Thank god. It’s back to normal. I thought I’d be stuck like that forever.
[What exactly were you staring at, you creep?!]
Aerin yelled.
[I-I was just lost in thought! My eyes just… happened to land there!]
Who designed this stupid system interface?!
[Really??]
[Really!!! I swear I was just thinking!]
So others can’t see these panels. Good to know.
[Fine. I’ll take you to the city first. Leaving you here’ll get you arrested as a pervert anyway.]
Aerin rummaged through her backpack as she spoke.
[“Pervert” is rude. If you must insult me, at least call me a gentleman.]
I rubbed my reddening cheek.
[Shut up and put this on. You’ll go straight to the guard station dressed like that.]
She tossed me a garishly patterned, worn-out outfit.
[Uhh… thanks. But isn’t this a bit… flashy?]
[Nope! Everyone here dresses like this.]
I snatched the clothes. Hated the design, but being labeled a pervert was worse.
[Umm… is this really okay??]
After squeezing into the outfit, I realized it was two sizes too small.
[Pfft… n-no… it suits you.]
She was *definitely* holding back laughter. I probably looked less “pervert” and more “village idiot” now.
[I’d rather go naked!]
I tried yanking the shirt off.
[Don’t!! If you show up in town like *that*, they’ll call you a pervert and drag you to the guard station. Like this? They’ll just think you’re an idiot.]
Aerin’s face was twisted in agony—trying so hard not to laugh.
Whatever. I had no clue about this world, and Aerin didn’t seem evil. Might as well follow her lead.
Sighing inwardly, I surrendered to the too-tight clothes.
