I finished the flashback and snapped back to reality.

No matter how unbelievable that truck-kun experience seemed, at least I got reincarnated instead of becoming roadkill. That already put me ahead of 99% of people.

Even if I’d become my own hand-drawn character—a literal loli—it beat total oblivion.

So, following standard tropes, shouldn’t some shady old man or dubious deity appear now? Someone to explain why I was trapped in this mysterious room with only a floor-to-ceiling mirror, four blank walls, and not a single window or door in sight?

My heartbeat quickened. Unlike earlier—when my own reflection startled me—this was pure, unfiltered tension.

The cute pink-haired loli in the mirror mirrored my frown. A trace of fear flickered in her sky-blue eyes. Her lips even pouted, radiating nothing but adorable charm.

Combined with her petite frame, she’d make anyone’s protective instincts flare. How utterly delightful…

*Delightful my ass!* I was just nervous—why was this body automatically making such weird expressions?!

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. Inhale—exhale. Inhale—exhale.

My pulse slowed slightly.

Okay. Calm. Not nervous at all.

"*Haaah~*"

A long sigh escaped me, accompanied by an unexpectedly sweet, childlike wheeze.

So soothing. So healing.

Wait—that sound came from *my* mouth?

"*Huh?*" The mirror-loli tilted her head, finger pressed to her lips in confusion.

"*Haaah~*"

Ignoring my reflection’s silly antics, I exhaled again. That sugary, sticky voice echoed once more.

This voice was toxic! Way too soft—people would think I was deliberately acting cutesy!

I shook my head, focusing instead on the tiny demon horn atop the loli’s pink hair. No tail, but that horn confirmed my race beyond doubt.

Definitely not the "holy light" type.

Wait—I never drew this horn in my original design!

I shook my head again. No time for that. Bigger worry: *Was I a succubus?* If yes, I’d rather be reborn as a doorknob.

Anyone saying "*But isn’t this better?*" better step forward. You’ve got serious plushie potential. I believe in you.

I worried like this for ages. Until boredom killed the anxiety. The room stayed stubbornly unchanged.

I scoured every corner. Only a light source overhead. Smooth, white walls. No exits. No hidden mechanisms.

Where’s the old man? The god? *Anyone?!* Explain this!

This body held no memories. I knew nothing about her—even though I’d designed her.

Her name wasn’t even mine; the company that commissioned her chose it. And I didn’t know what it was.

I couldn’t stay trapped like this!

I yelled until my throat burned. No response.

Not even shouting "*Throat-splitter*" worked.

Unforgivable. How could anyone lock such an adorable loli in here?!

Even as a loli myself, I was still a loli-con. Protecting lolis starts with protecting *me*.

If shouting failed, I’d fight my way out!

I had a demon horn—I must be strong, right?

I raised a tiny fist and tapped the wall.

Nothing. No spiderweb cracks.

I punched harder.

Still nothing. Just sore knuckles.

"*Then I’ll do it like this, meow~*"

Ignoring my sudden weird verbal tic, I stepped back. Channeling Saitama’s power, I threw my full weight at the wall.

"*BOOM!!*"

…Okay, that shattering sound was purely in my head.

"*Waaahhh!!! Owowowowow!!*"

In the mirror, the pink-haired loli rolled on the floor, clutching her fist with zero dignity.

Guess my stats weren’t physical.

After ten minutes of tearful floor-rolling, the watery-eyed loli concluded:

*Only one truth remained.*

I must be a forbidden-tier mage!

I closed my eyes, concentrating.

Seconds later, my squeaky voice declared:

"*Pure, shining—*"

"*Miracle Blossom!*"

Silence.

"*Pegasus Ryu Sei Ken!*"

Wrong.

"*Kamehameha!*"

Nope.

"*Excalibur!*"

Getting off-track.

"*Raven’s Flying Clothesline!*"

…That’s not even magic.

Why did I confidently shout all these weird moves anyway?

Whatever. None worked.

Well, duh—*of course* they wouldn’t.

"*Damn it! Can’t I even cast a Minor Fireball?!*"

As I grumbled, something shifted.

When I said "*Minor Fireball*," heat surged through my body, rushing to my right hand.

I jolted. Before I could react, a basketball-sized orange fireball hovered above my palm, radiating heat.

Don’t ask how I knew it was basketball-sized. Before reincarnating, I loved singing, dancing, and bas—

Ahem. Wrong script.

I stared, horrified, at the physics-defying fireball. Newton’s ghost was probably screaming. My own hand wasn’t burned, but instinct made me fling it forward.

The fireball hit the wall with a nasty "*hiss*." No mark remained.

"*Is this… magic?*"

I gaped at my right hand, my voice trembling with disbelief.

I *could* use magic?

Then—

A grin spread across my face like I’d won the lottery. I racked my brain for famous spell names.

But reality refused to cooperate.

For ten minutes, I chanted every magic phrase I knew. Throat dry. Zero response.

Except when I said "*Minor Fireball*." Then the heat returned, forming that pathetic basketball-sized fireball.

*Was I really only good for one spell?!*

What kind of mage was this?!

Defeated, I plopped onto the floor.

"*Ugh… If only there was a game-like interface showing skills and stats…*"

【System activated.】

A flat, mechanical voice cut me off. A translucent screen materialized before my eyes, moving with my gaze.

"*Eh?!*"

It actually existed?

Shock numbed me. After seconds of blank staring, I accepted it and eagerly scanned the display.

.........

**(I) Basic Info:**

Name: Sibyl Daliana

Age: Great Demon King’s Secret (9)

Height: 128cm

Weight: 31kg (includes demon horn)

No master.

No vassals.

**Equipment Slot:**

① Useless Basic Clothes

Physical Resistance +1

Magic Resistance +1

Effect: Warmth +10

**(II) Stats:**

Level: 1

Unawakened

HP: 300/300 (+300 per level)

MP: 1000/1000 (+500 per level)

Physical ATK: 15 (+5 per level)

Magic ATK: 100 (+50 per level)

Physical RES: 30 (Gear +1) (+15 per level)

Magic RES: 40 (Gear +1) (+20 per level)

HP Regen: 3/unit time (+3 per level)

MP Regen: 10/unit time (+10 per level)

Dodge: 5 (+5 per level)

Luck: 9

Fame (EXP): 0/100

**Class:** Overlord (No racial bonus unawakened)

**Race:** ??? (Unawakened)

**Divinity:** Locked.

**Skill Points:** 3/3

Fame needed for next skill point: 10

① (Tier I Magic) Minor Fireball.

Fame cost to forget: 100

Summons a basketball-sized fireball.

MP Cost: 100

Damage: 【25～75 (+0.1×Magic ATK)】×【100/(100+0.1×Target Magic RES)】

Hit Rate: Base 0.75 (-0.001×Target Dodge)

Cooldown: 3 seconds.

② (Tier I Magic) Basic Healing Spell.

Fame cost to forget: 100

Heals HP using water magic.

MP Cost: 300

HP Restored: 150

Cooldown: 10 seconds.

③ (Tier X Magic) Overlords Detection

Cannot be forgotten.

Reveals target’s basic info; displays damage values in combat.

MP Cost: None.

**(III) Special Abilities:**

Magic Absorption (LV1): Converts 10% damage from offensive magic into MP.

Spirit Conversion (LV1): When HP <50%, auto-converts 10% MP to HP per second (10:1 ratio). Deactivates if MP <10%.

Darkness Controller: Unique Passive. Innate dread aura against evil races; +50% damage to evil races; 1% chance to instantly kill evil targets on hit.

Light Suppressor: Unique Passive. Takes 50% less damage from light races; 1% chance to nullify light-race attacks.

Sell Cuteness: Unique Passive. Drastically reduces hostility from intelligent races via special behaviors.

**Second Phase:** Auto-activates at HP <50%. +100% all damage, but +100% MP cost.

**Third Phase:** At HP ≤1, locks HP at 1 for 5 minutes. +100% all damage. Removes all MP costs and halves cooldowns. Cannot cast healing spells. Grants full immunity (ignores true damage and HP removal). After duration, -50% all damage; healing effects halved for 5 minutes.

Cooldown: 6 hours.

Limit: Once daily unawakened; duration halved.

........

After reading it all, I was utterly speechless.

Ahem, there were plenty of things I wanted to rant about—like why damage calculation for a Minor Fireball was so needlessly complex—but what stunned me most was the class field. It boldly displayed two characters: [Overlord].

Hey, hey, hey! This has to be a joke, right?

The Overlord three reigns ago only took odd jobs; the one before that hooked up with the Valiant Heroine; and the last one was even using the holy maiden’s butt to play some folk drum dance!

Now this title of Overlord has landed on a petite, cute pink-haired girl like me? There must be some huge mistake!

If an almighty god really controls everything here, is he a lolicon too? Shouldn’t the Overlord be a tall, mighty, and imposing figure?

And my level is clearly 1! What use is a Level 1 Overlord except as a plaything for the Valiant Heroine?

I stared silently at the [Overlord] in the class field, an ominous premonition welling up inside me.