The girl sat in this dim room, surrounded by what was her humble "home."

This was a rather shabby house, one that hadn't been lived in for ages, emitting a musty smell.

—This place, used as a temporary shelter, hadn't been touched in years.

On the floor lay only a simple bedroll, with two tattered pillows on it.

The surrounding furniture looked intact, but it was just stuff they'd grabbed in a hurry from the palace.

This was their home—their "home" where they'd lived for fifteen years.

Called a home, it was actually just a basement.

Ever since the war fifteen years ago, the girl had lost her true home.

The lands beyond the Barrier no longer belonged to them.

“The situation is utterly terrible…”

Even the right to walk under the sun had been stripped from her by those creatures—the Vampires. She'd been warned countless times not to go outside.

The girl—well, calling her a girl was a bit of a stretch.

—She was more like an extremely petite child. Since this other world had no term like "loli," she was simply a little girl.

Her name was Mirena Barlit.

Yes, this little girl named Mirena Barlit was Yuki Nikaido from another world.

All these years, she'd survived here by relying on her "mother."

Called a mother, she was actually just her adoptive mother.

Though she hid this fact, Mirena had witnessed her birth mother's death at the moment of her own birth.

The one keeping it from her, telling well-meaning lies, was none other than Joanna Dorothy, captain of the Elven Queen's Guard Squad.

Probably because her mother owed Joanna a debt of gratitude, she'd kept this secret, fearing the blow would be too great.

But learning of her birth mother's death, Mirena felt nothing.

After all, she'd died at birth, and they'd never spent time together.

At most, Mirena felt gratitude—for bringing her into this world.

Memories from over twenty years ago, up to the moment she was killed by her sister—

were still vividly imprinted in her mind.

Just thinking about being female made her shudder; she'd never seek a male partner.

Not only because Elvenfolk had a fifty percent chance of dying in childbirth, but those twenty-year-old memories haunted her.

This was innate sexual orientation; facing men made her feel a wave of nausea.

Mirena stood only about 1.4 meters tall. Her eyes held a maple-leaf shape, and her ears were long and sensitive—traits of being an Elf.

Her hair was a beautiful aqua blue. Though slightly thin, her body was very curvy.

Skin like snow, gently pinched, seemed as if water could be squeezed out.

But her clothes were too shabby. An ill-fitting coat hung on her, exposing fair, tender legs as she paced back and forth.

“So slow… Why hasn't she come back yet?”

Yes, Mirena was waiting for her mother to return home.

Logically, by the usual time, she should've been back long ago.

But today, for some reason, was taking too long.

Mirena shifted her gaze to the corner, staring at the status panel she'd seen since infancy.

Name: Mirena Barlit

Gender: Female

Age: 15

Race: Elvenfolk

Level: Lv. 0

HP: 100/100

MP: 50/50

Strength: 10

Agility: 20

Stamina: 20

Intelligence: 400

Physical Attack: 2

Accuracy: 10

Evasion: 20%

Critical Hit: 0%

Mirena looked at the rows with mixed emotions. Her stats were pitifully weak.

Seeing Lv. 0 gave her a headache.

For fifteen years, she'd had no way to go out and level up.

Her stats had stagnated completely.

Only Intelligence was decent—naturally, an adult man's mind couldn't be low.

But the other numbers were truly ugly.

Take Strength 10: lifting two thick books took great effort.

How she realized this was her own game? Simple.

The books on the shelf—most fairy tales—were adapted from Andersen's originals.

She'd been the one adapting them, so she knew every change inside out.

Confirming this, she grew certain this was her created world.

The power system, the plants and trees—all designed by her own hands.

In short, she was this world's creator god.

Yet as a creator, her starting point was absurdly weak—honestly, weaker than a child.

If anything felt unfamiliar—

it was only the Vampires. This race, beyond her imagination, was a complete exception.

Her original setting hadn't Vampires dominating half the world, but another race—the Demons.

This world seemed to have erased the Demons entirely.

Originally, the Hero should've fought Demons or the Demon King.

Now, it was the Vampires.

She hadn't confirmed the Demons' absence, but things likely matched her guess.

Since this was her unfinished RPG, her start shouldn't be this weak.

In novels she'd read, such a trash setup was unheard of.

Why was this body so weak!?

If possible, Mirena craved a reincarnation chance.

She recalled ordinary human kids having Strength 20 at least.

—Was she weaker than a child?

Mirena angrily stomped her little foot. This world radiated deep malice toward her, filling her with dissatisfaction.

Just then, the iron door creaked.

She knew it was someone opening it.

So she immediately walked toward the iron door—