Bai Xia’s chosen hypermarket stood in Suhua New District—a sleek sci-fi skyscraper. Only after stepping into this zone did the surreal truth sink in: she truly was in another world.

Silver-white towers of varying heights linked by crystalline aerial corridors. Alongside floated orderly streams of compact hover vehicles. Below, the main district bustled: patrol bots directed traffic, solar sweepers cleaned streets, and holographic signs and ads shimmered on both sides.

Bai Xia paused at the crosswalk, tilting her head slightly to absorb the utterly foreign scene. A tangled wave of emotion rose within. For a heartbeat, she was back—alone, reckless, charging into a global metropolis with fearless grit.

Back then, gazing at skyscrapers piercing the sky, her heart had thrummed with the same thrilling dread she felt now. Strangeness. Helplessness. Fear of the unknown. A faint dizziness washed over her.

But beneath this youthful shell lay a soul weathered by storms. She was no longer a child who cried for comfort. With practiced calm, she steadied herself.

Her situation was unbelievable—but dwelling changed nothing. Living well here was what mattered now. *Going with the flow*—Bai Xia considered it one of her greatest skills.

“Huff…”

She drew a deep breath. In the girl’s eyes, confusion faded; resolve sharpened.

If she’d lived freely before, the future couldn’t be worse. Sure, waking up not just in a new world but as a “legal loli” made her stomach churn. But despairing in place? Never her style.

Look on the bright side: at least she’d landed in a human girl’s body—not a kitten or puppy. Still human. Still able to enjoy human joys.

Lose one thing down there, gain two up here? A win-win… right?

“Yeah, right!”

She patted her flat chest. A flicker of disdain crossed her blank face. Trading a twenty-centimeter “cucumber” for two “fried eggs”? Total rip-off. At least the cucumber had been *useful*. These “fried eggs”…

“Once I’m home, I’ll give them a good feel,” she muttered, patting her cheeks to refocus. After a long pause, she strode toward the towering building.

This trip wasn’t just for groceries, seasonal clothes, or daily supplies. She also needed something special: pure white, soft, with two tiny wings—a “little angel” guarding every woman.

She’d calculated the timeline. Assuming this body functioned normally… *that* “relative” would visit soon.

A headache prickled.

“With tech this advanced, why must women still suffer this monthly agony? Utterly unscientific.”

She’d checked online earlier. Nothing changed. Speechless. Resigned.

No stock at home—today was the chance. Even thick-skinned Bai Xia flushed with first-time embarrassment. Denial was useless: this body was undeniably a girl’s. This would happen again. And again.

Might as well adapt. Life pushes you forward whether you like it or not.

Still, no symptoms yet. The dreaded “continuous HP drain debuff” could wait.

Shaking off the thoughts, she entered the complex, checked the ground-floor directory, and headed straight to a third-floor restaurant. Breakfast first.

This mega-complex held far more than a supermarket: arcades, KTVs, eateries, bookstores, net cafés, even a fresh-produce and seafood market underground. A full-day adventure.

Bai Xia wouldn’t hit every floor—but she wouldn’t skip what intrigued her.

Post-meal, she marched to the arcade, curious about “future” gaming.

Disappointment hit. Rows of classic cabinets, dance pads, claw machines. Lively, yet eerily familiar.

Then—discovery! Holographic projection games!

Eyes bright, she hurried over… and froze. Blocked.

“What’s this about?” Bai Xia narrowed her eyes, annoyance flickering.

The waitress in blue-white uniform smiled gently. “Sorry, sweetie, but these games have violence and gore. Law says only adults may play.”

Most titles were shooters and brawlers—blood sprays, bone-crunching hits. The waitress patiently explained, then pointed elsewhere.

“That’s where you should play, sweetie.”

Bai Xia followed the gesture. A barely visible twitch tugged her lip.

The sign glowed: *Princess Simulation Game!*

“It’s super popular! Live the royal dream—grand castles, your very own prince! Perfect for a cute little princess like you! Seriously, you’re *so* adorable! Can I snap a pic with you later? Just one!”

The waitress’s smile turned doting. She reached to pat Bai Xia’s head—but the girl dodged, expressionless.

“I’m not a ‘little girl,’” Bai Xia said, voice edged with quiet resentment. “And definitely not a ‘little princess.’”

She tapped her commlink. The waitress’s verification badge flashed green. A glance at the screen—and her smile shattered. This “little girl” was one month *older* than her.

Bai Xia walked past into the virtual zone, leaving the waitress frozen in existential shock. If this were a manga, her head would be swarming with question marks.