The ride continued—bumpier than ever.
Virelle shifted inside the cramped cage, her body aching from the rough vibrations beneath her.
"How long has it been…?" she muttered.
Hours? More?
She couldn't tell anymore. The world outside was still hidden behind pale cloth, and time felt like it had melted into a long, endless stretch of nothing.
All she knew was that she was still trapped—rattling along some unforgiving road in a box barely big enough to stretch her legs.
"…Why does the road keep getting worse the further we go?"
It felt like the bumps were getting stronger. The jolts harsher. Like the wheels were rolling over rocks the size of fists.
They were going somewhere.
But to where?
She had no idea.
"Haaah… I really don't like this feeling of powerlessness."
She sighed under her breath, the discomfort creeping deeper into her bones.
Earlier, she had tried to speak—ask a question, demand answers—but was instantly shut down by a harsh voice from outside.
Rough. Impatient. Absolute.
There was no room for negotiation. No sympathy.
So now… she stayed silent.
Not because she wanted to.
But because she had no other choice.
"Haah… let's just check the system and see what it's about," she muttered.
With nothing else to do, Virelle turned her focus to the only thing that seemed even remotely within her control.
The system.
As for the whole identity crisis?
Honestly, she wasn't even sure when her mind had decided to accept all this.
One moment she'd been panicking—heart racing, thoughts spiraling.
And the next… it was like she'd already settled in.
Her thoughts flowed naturally. The instincts, the reactions… all of it felt oddly synced with this new body.
Somehow, her mind had adapted.
That didn't mean she was totally comfortable, though.
She glanced down at her chest with a grimace.
"Man… they look good, but they're heavy as hell."
Her breasts bounced slightly with every bump in the road, and she sighed.
It was more annoying than she expected.
Still, there was no point fixating on it.
Not right now.
There were more important things to deal with.
And the system—that glowing, silent interface hovering in her vision—was the only clue she had in this foreign, brutal world.
"Hoooh… let's just check the system," Virelle muttered to herself.
There was no one else around to talk to anyway.
Following the prompt she remembered from earlier, she took a deep breath and said:
"[Menu]"
The moment the word left her lips, her vision lit up.
Multiple translucent panels flickered into existence before her, each glowing with soft golden text.
{ Instant Regeneration God System }
[ Status ]
[ Appraisal ]
[ Inventory ]
[ Instant Regeneration ]
Four tabs.
Simple, yet somehow… intimidating.
Still, like the proper gamer she used to be back when she was a guy, Virelle instinctively went for the first option.
"[Status]"
Another screen popped up before her eyes—clean, precise, and filled with data.
---
[Status]
Name: Virelle
Age: 18
Race: Human
Gender: Futa
Level: 1 (0%)
HP (Health Points): 91%
PS (Physical Stamina): 84%
MP (Mana Points): 92%
MS (Mental Stamina): 77%
Stats: [F Rank]
• Strength: 3
• Agility: 4
• Endurance: 8
• Intelligence: 5
• Willpower: 6
Free Stat Points: 2
Skill Points: 2
Skills:
• Cooking — Lv.3
• Cleaning — Lv.4
---
"Woah… I didn't expect this."
She stared at the screen, eyes wide in disbelief.
This was real.
A status panel—just like the ones she used to read about in webnovels or see in games.
But now… she actually had one.
Virelle took a deep breath.
Sure, it wasn't her original body. She had been thrown into someone else's life, someone she didn't even know. And yet…
This was a system. A real, functioning system. Something impossible in her old world, now blinking right in front of her eyes.
'This is… amazing.'
Her thoughts were still jumbled. Her identity felt cracked in places—but even through the confusion, something else started to rise in her chest.
Excitement.
The kind that bubbled beneath the chaos. The kind that made her heart beat faster—not from fear, but from possibility.
She calmed her breath.
She didn't know where she was, how she got here, or even what her future held… but for the first time since waking up, a small ember of hope flickered in her chest.
She hadn't left anything behind in her past life.
Or rather—he hadn't.
Back then, he'd lived a quiet, lonely life. His parents were gone—taken from him just after he graduated college. He had only just started working, barely taken his first steps into adulthood… when fate pulled the rug out from under him.
He'd always believed that one day, just like his parents had supported him through everything, he would be the one to support them. That he'd work hard, make them proud, give them back the love they'd poured into him for so many years.
But God had other plans.
Just when he became strong enough to stand on his own…
The two people he stood for—were gone.
The ones who had always supported him were taken, the moment he was finally ready to support them back.
It was cruel.
It was tragic.
But it had been six years.
And time, as they say, dulls all pain.
His had dulled too.
Still… something inside him had changed.
He became quieter. More reserved. He stopped seeking out friendships. He buried himself in work—day after day—never bothering to look beyond it.
And now…
Here he was.
In a different world. In a different body.
Virelle shook her head and exhaled.
"Let's not think about the past. It's already gone… and it's not coming back."
There was no point dwelling on it.
It had already happened.
And besides—there was no one waiting for her in that world anymore.
No reason to return.
She turned her attention back to the system screen—this time, looking at it with a calmer mind.
"Hmm… only my first name, huh?"
She wasn't surprised.
After all, her current identity was that of a slave—and in this world, slaves weren't allowed surnames.
That was something she remembered clearly from Virelle's memories.
Slaves were stripped of their family names and, once bought, took the surname of their new master. It was a mark of ownership—like branding cattle, but more… civilized.
Her gaze drifted down the status panel.
Age: 18.
It matched Virelle's body, not his(her) old one. That made sense. In his(her) past life, (she)he'd been far older than this. But this body—this identity—belonged to someone else.
A girl.
No… a futa.
She paused at the gender line, raising an eyebrow.
"…A futa, huh?"
She let out a low, dry chuckle.
"Used to watch that kind of degenerate porn back then. Who would've thought I'd actually reincarnate into one?"
There was no real joy in the laugh. Just a bitter trace of irony.
Was this karma?
Some divine joke?
Or maybe just cosmic retribution—punishment for living a dull, isolated life filled with nothing but cheap coping habits?
Whatever it was, Virelle couldn't tell.
All she could do now… was keep going.
Level 1.
Next to it: (0%)
"Figures…" she muttered.
Still, the presence of a level bar—and that little percentage—meant one thing:
She could level up.
As she stared at the word, a soft chime echoed—and suddenly, a small tooltip popped up above it.
[ EXP Gain ]
[Host can gain EXP by using the main function of the system. The more the Host uses the Main Function, the more EXP will be gained.]
[Note: EXP gain is directly linked to the Host's main status bars—HP, PS, MP, and MS. If these stats are full and the Host uses the system's main function, EXP will not be awarded.]
Virelle blinked.
"Wait, what?"
She reread it once, then again, trying to make sense of the strange mechanic.
Main function? What was that supposed to be?
Just then—another screen slid into view.
[ Main Function: Instant Regeneration ]
"Oh…"
Virelle stared at the glowing words, then chuckled dryly.
"Yeah. Of course. It's the Instant Regeneration God System after all."
She hadn't thought much about the system's name until now.