Being a lazy person and person afraid of pain are similar, but separate things. I awoke one morning cradled in the branches of a large tree with that thought. Reaching out for comfort as I woke up, I felt it. Soft. Fluffy. Fat.

I opened my eyes expecting breasts. As my eyes focused, I began to hope it was breasts, despite my vision resolving to it's natural state and seeing the cruel reality. It's just an orange pillow rat.

Oblong pleasantly plump fluffy creatures lined the tree I slept in last night. I closed my eyes feeling my fingers rub into the fur of my chosen orange furred pillow rat. Ah, maybe I should destroy humanity. Oh. What was that song going through my head?

"[Ah~ jinrui horibinai kana~]"

Anime Girl sung it to me using my own voice. Ah~ everyone should just die. It's close enough. I clumped my hand and greedily pulled the fat pillow rat to my chest. Nuzzling the rat against my newly acquired Anime Girl breasts upped the appeal. I squished the pillow rat closer.

It's been a week or so. I didn't bother counting. I thought, you see, that the Mage Tome would be an easy road. But no. I discovered the opposite. What I learned was against my expectations. I had a rough time over the past week. Anime Girl had read and memorized the whole Mage Tome in under a day.

However, problems persist because they are persistent problems. The fault lies between the computer and the chair, or in my case, the book and the branch nestled with pillow rats.

"Muda da. Dame ningen is a dame ningen wherever a dame ningen goes." (It's useless. useless person)

[Muri nact te mo! Gambare, Wizard!](It's not impossible! Let's make it happen, Wizard!)

It's not that magic is hard. Rather, it's the opposite problem. It's way too easy. For me, and for the residents of the world. Kirei is a mass murdering traveling sociopath bent on world domination, and now I can see why.

On Earth, humans learn and play willy nilly. We imagine freely, we live freely. You'll find children watching tv or browsing the internet, chasing after each other, then the kids will laugh and have fun. The parents will say they 'are playing.' They don't do that here. To preserve and protect their magics, they train all day. At certain, planned periods, there is will be some art. Art consumed is by people carefully, tastefully chosen, and even then rationed to the populace under heavy regulation. An artist lives or dies by his craft— if they mess up the art, they'll mess up the magic of the caster who consumes the art.

As someone who would download any anime in sight to see what was in store for me, it's bleak. In this world, imagination is sealed off at birth for most people. It's the dominant practice in this world, every sentient race does it. And it makes sense to do it this way for everyone.

It's still natural for the sentient races here to have an imagination on birth. They will simply learn their own, random unstructured spells and cast them. All the time. Without reserve. Altering the very nature of the reality around them. They call them Wilders. Cities have fallen to a single child, barely eight years old, who was a street-born orphan who survived in the sewers.

The sewer orphan Wilder was dubbed 'Negi' by Anime Girl. He's one of Kirei's students. Apparently, Kirei is able to get away with wanton mass murder and magical experimentation because of one reason: he's the best magic teacher in the world. There isn't a single person he teaches who doesn't dramatically improve their magical power and control.

Governments love him and roll out the red carpet, while in public they sweat and lie about how the village he obliterated was the work of a Wilder doing Wilder things.

Any freeborn sentient race with imagination left alone from society has the potential to end an entire nation. Orphans are hunted down actively as a result, being killed on sight. I buried my face into my orange pillow rat. How many Tentacle Beams would it take to end it all? Ah~ minna shi-ne(everyone should just die).

I didn't like the human scum much in my last life as an autist, but I couldn't imagine that there would be a world this strict. I dub this world, Nofunlandia. Even though I say that, Nofunlandia sounds like a lot of fun, even though I've only read about it through the eyes of a mass murderer.

The dwarves have little imagination, so they don't need to seal it off from birth. They are considered rather pathetic, low class workhorses for the higher races. The dwarves sound like the best people. They drink and play all day, singing songs to each other. They've accepted over the years that their people will never rise up against the stronger races. As a dwarf lover, my the desire to foster a revolution among them is growing in my heart. Kirei is trying to conquer this world, so why not me? I'm sure I'd run this place better than that loser. At least, I'd try to not, murder a village every two days for 'fresh experiments.'

All the stronger races, the human scum, the low elves(high elves and elves got wiped out), and the hybrids. Hybrids means anyone not a human or low elf, the diversity is everything from human half breeds to outright dragons who bake cakes for a living.

So. Time to take over the world. The dwarves sound fun, so I'll make good on my promise to bring them freedom from the upper class, we'll carve out a good kingdom, and then I'll slowly beat the surface world into submission. See, I'm not lazy. I'm planning. I worked hard.

[Muri yo.] (That's impossible.)

No really, I did! Just because I lazed around for seventy percent of the day doesn't mean I wasn't giving my all for the remaining thirty percent! Well, it's not like I'm OP. Yet. I made a plan. It was really touch and go, but this ends in me deciding to make magical clothing servants out of the remnants of my Tentacle Beam. I tugged on the hem of my tentacle hoodie dress. I like it, but this is not clothing for an Anime Girl. Anime Girl has agreed. Not only that, it's cold. Anyways, here is how I got to that conclusion after many long hours of labour.

Magic has three parts I trained over the past week. Mana Allotment I gave up on almost immediately. It's way too chaotic. I couldn't figure out how to control my magic, and as a result the wooden sword I crafted for myself leveled some trees in the area. It's not that I can't cast, it's that the spells change as I cast. So even if I feel like I have the mana perfectly allotted to the spell the first time, I'll lose focus during the other steps. Not only that, even when I do the whole spell great it still manages to change shape and alter. I've fired fireballs that turned into crows, eagle, one turned into a hamster and ran away.

I practiced martial arts to increase my control. I got very good under the vigilant tutelage of Anime Girl. I'm better at it than her now, since I can adapt and imagine while moving. She doesn't have that ability. Swinging the wooden sword around sure helped soothe my stress.

And, I remembered who that brown puppet I remembered when I fought Ouji. Sho Fu Kan from the puppet show Thunderbolt Fantasy. The pickaxe haft and Ouji's stance with his sword reminded me.

I'm not a master swordsman or anything, but I came up with a few spells out of that memory will really help against any adventurers I encounter. These are more reliable, I figure because they are stronger images. My new favorite is [Spectral Shattering], it causes all the mana inside an adventurer to burst out from their bodies. It a combination spell from another very important trick I learned during this week, so I'm proud of it. It's non-lethal. All I have to do it get a tap in with my wooden sword and they'll fall over. I can't wait to try it on the smuggest adventurer possible and have them go, "Impossible! My magic power is gone!"

That leaves the other two parts of magic: Trigger and Image. Trigger is in the same boat as Mana Allotment. The control is all over the place, so I abandoned that as well. I focused on what I knew best: Image. My knowledge from reading and watching psychology, hypnosis, and neurology articles and youtube videos paid off big time.

I rolled around the tree branch carrying my orange pillow rat with me. Taking over the world~ Talking over the world~ It was a childhood dream, but soon...

If I change my imagination, I change my magic. Nofunlandia is in such a No-Fun state because they have to suppress and ration imagination and art. If they don't, they would wreck everything.

Since I've always had a bunch of imagination all over the place as an autist, my magic is entirely unstructured. I'm in the same place as this Negi guy Kirei trained. I'm comparable to a Wilder in this world, but a controlled one, just like Negi.

Because I know psychology from the internet, I know that the majority of beliefs are set in stone by the age of five. It's not that these beliefs 'can't' change. Humans still grow their brains into old age, learning entirely new neural pathways. A technique called 'memory reconsolidation' I read about online, along with some hypnosis from Marisa Peer got me on track to the answer I was seeking about magic. I was able to figure out a few techniques to make much, much stronger and controlled images for spells because of this.

Basically, all I'm doing is remembering anime and tying strong memories with active visualization. There's no difference between recalling memories and visualization/imagination, same part of the mind. I'd take an emotionally jarring childhood memory, slip in some anime, re-imagine the spell in my mind. I'd have to trust myself and relax my mind when I did it too. I know that if I think 'I can't do it!' that will signal to my brain I'm in trouble. Any trouble bad for think. So, I tried my best. I succeeded sometimes, and the spells would become somewhat more stable. I made sure to link the names of the spell to the images. Then I would speak them out loud. I saw online there's a lot of benefit to handwriting and drawing concept maps, so I did that in the dirt. Until I got bored. Which was fast.

It didn't matter much because of what I learned from Hohemi. Imitation is a great teacher, but I had to experiment and reflect on how I was going to do it myself rather than rely on my image of what she did.

That was the keystone to my plan. The encounter with Hohemi. I learned from her the two things I needed to know to solve the puzzle to get my plan for world domination and dwarf revolution and eventually Anime Girl worthy magical clothing servants up and running.

I brushed my tentacle hoodie dress, feeling the smooth tentacle skin between my fingers. I'm very grateful I met her. It had to be her, too. Bad luck or good luck, I learned. I learned two vital parts from her: the wriggling tentacle I cut off saying it 'wanted to be skinned', and experiencing how she plunged her mana into my body.

I tried it. I laid my palm on my favorite orange pillow rat. I let my mana flow inside. Compared to Hohemi's needle prick, mine felt like a tree branch.

The first pillow rat I tried this on exploded, by the way, so I've learned a lot. Rest in pieces. I buried it. I'm hungry, yeah, but it felt wrong to eat it. I'm not that hungry.

The orange pillow rat's mana expanded out to me. It told me things.

"These breasts, the delicate sense of bounciness and firmness interplay between my cheeks. On one side, there is one breast, on the other side, another breast. Softness is king among my people, yet, I have learned the value of firmness from this girl. Her tentacle hoodie dress stinks though."

That's roughly how Anime Girl translated it.

I wish I read Kirei's Tome before I scaled the cliff a week ago. I cast a spell on my own body to get myself to climb the cliff, however, I now understand how stupid that was. I could have altered, or already have, altered my physiology. I feel fine. I guess. Besides wanting to take over the world and destroy humanity. But, that was already there in my last life, so. Nothing new.

[Ah~ jinrui horobinai kana~]

Thank you, Anime Girl. Hearing the song of my people brings me joy. Anyways, since Hohemi used that Mana Injection on me, I was able to learn it through experimentation.

Then, the thought occurred to me: what if I used this on the Tentacle Beam I cast? It's gigantic. It is my spell. Maybe it's ;loyal to me? That would explain how me carrying the wriggling tentacle around made it 'want to be skinned,' I was already thinking of skinning it. It learned from me. Or so I hope.

I looked up towards the cloud spotted blue sky. Even laying in this tree, I can see the main tentacle scraping a cloud in two from here. Feels like it only grew. My chaos is too chaotic. And with that, I found the last two pieces of the puzzle.

Nyarko. I wanted to summon Nyarko when I came to this world. And, it is time. At first, I thought I could summon Nyarko and that would be that, but I wanted a very controlled image. The most controlled I could put into a single image, as least. I realized from the tentacle hoodie dress that I could use clothing as a container for all that mana. Use a big spell to make a small object. I decided to use the entire Tentacle Beam to make the most important thing, and the strongest image I could think of: Anime Girl worthy magical clothing.

And because of my desire Nyarko, I decided I'd go for summons embedded into three pieces of the magic clothes. I'm calling Nyarko Yarko now. Felt like the thing to do. I wanted to seperate my image of Yarko as much as I could from the actual Nyarlathotep.

It's not like this tentacle hoodie dress is bad, but since Hohemi made it, it felt like a reminder of a sour memory. I wanted a bath because it smelled, too. It wasn't that far down to the waterfall cave and it's not like I'm scared of the fish— but I was definitely too afraid of getting another Hohemi or Ouji pouncing on me. So I hung with the pillow rats. And my hoodie stank. Wise move.

Hohemi's tentacle hoodie dress gave me the idea in the first place, so I'll 'thank' her. It took a week to figure out how to become OP, but it boils down to this: I'm summoning magic clothing that can talk and fight for me.

Since I'm not that great at magic control, I need help. So I crafted an image, a painstaking one. The most controlled image I could, using my deepest memories of the past. I've always felt comfortable about loafers. Also, about lolis. There's tons of anime shots focused on the feet of high school girls. They wear loafers. Lolis exist. The connection was made. The foot shots always calmed me down in anime, less movement. So I added two loafer lolis in to counteract Yarko.

Loafer lolis. Yeah, Yarko isn't the only one I'm summoning. I have all that mana from the Tentacle Beam to allot. I'm not going to bother trying to 'create' with them. I read from Kirei's Tome about summoning spells. Hard. They have you come up with a clear image then a clear trigger to invoke a certain being— being an autist, I get overwhelmed easily. Excited easily. My imagination runs away with me and I can enjoy thinking for hours on end with my imagination.

I don't trust it. Because I can't, I decided I won't. I will trust in loafer lolis. Loafers are nice, lolis are nice, this is what heaven is made out of. Of course, Yarko will be my scarf. Because of the tentacle thing. I already had the perfect image for clothing, some winter clothes image of a girl waking up. It was a random image I found when browsing anime drawings for the interested gentleman at the height of his sophistication. The image calmed me down.

She's wearing a full winter clothing set, pleated skirt, white skin, black hair, black glasses, tightly fitted boring beige blazer with gloves and opaque black tights. She's waking up, drowsy. Lazy, just like me! Tired, just like me! I'm going to cast the clothing spell with that image in mind. I've been refining it.

Using active visualization I linked the image to the memories of 'winter' and 'calm' I could manage. Hot tubs. Slice of life scenes that healed my spirit. I'm essentially building a sandcastle out of my memories so that when the time comes to cast, I'll have as much as control as possible over the image part of the spell.

The part with how Yarko and the loafer lolis actually turn out I'll leave up to the rest of my mind to handle. If I try to butt in and make them have twintail like I desire, I'll make something chaotic I can't control. Relaxing here while casting is the most important part. Because of that, I had Anime Girl come up with the Trigger to the spell. It's going to be a long one, and I told her not to tell me until the time of. Our communication barrier is one way, she seems to understand me perfectly but I don't know enough japanese to understand her. I'm using that barrier to my advantage this time. Fitting, for how I watched anime.

Stolen story; please report.

I didn't know I'd need to learn japanese to talk to a being inside of myself. Oh well. If I learned more, she might be more verbose as well. It's too late now.

"[Dame ningen owari da. Gambare, minna.]" Anime Girl said. Hey, if you really want to cheer me up, sing the line again!

"[Ah~ jinrui horobinai kana~]"

Ah~ jinrui horobinai kana~

Okay. I placed my orange pillow rat down on the tree branch. Petting it goodbye, I waved and smiled. The pillow rat looked at me like it wanted to join. I'll come back if I'm successful. Until then, wait for me. Okay, orange pillow rat? I'll either have some new friends to introduce you to, or, well, whatever. I tucked Kirei's Tome in a nook of the tree. Anime Girl says she'll remember the way back, so I'll have to trust her on that.

Worrying about it will make the spell come out worse. I learned from pressure psychologist Hank Weisinger, if you know how to do the skill, then when the time comes to perform you trust yourself. That was his key for high performance. I'm going to trust myself to have this turn out the most in my favor. I already trained my imagination until I felt like I was melting into the tree. I'll head over to the Tentacle Beam.

Jumping from the tree and mounting my wooden sword on my shoulder, I followed the cliff towards the skyscraping tentacle. A leisurely walk. Listening to the birds chirping, enjoying the warmth from the sunlight. I'll approach from the cliff side, sneak under the shadow of the giant tentacle, and tap into it's mana from there. That way I won't have to descend into the rock maze below. There could be the adventurers Hohemi talked about roaming around there. Either way, I don't want to make a scene. I'll quietly clean up my own mess and make some nice clothes complete with a Yarko scarf and loafer lolis and then slink away.

As I approached, I kept looking up. The tentacle was bigger than the skyscrapers I saw in the city on earth. Looking up, it felt like my head would snap off my neck. The whole thing wriggling in the air, and the creaking of the rocks it disturbed, worrying. Is it going to disappear after I use it for the clothing spell? This whole thing? That's a lot of mana. I had second thoughts, but this is really the only way I could see a way forward. If I want to be OP, this is the best chance. Either that or hang out on the tree with my orange pillow rat.

The days will pass, and the tentacles will take over the entire area. I'd have to move either way, this thing is still growing. I'm worried about not being hungry, too. The last food I ate was that biscuit in the waterfall cave.

And, well, boredom. I love being honest. I hate lying. If I think someone is lying, I already want to not listen. I have a hard enough time figuring the world out without lies getting mixed in. There was this one time I got a scam mail from a car dealership. I read the prize chances. It was like, 1:10000 or whatever. It was a fifty minute drive. I was bored. They had they little picture that you had to scratch off to see if you won. I "won." When I got there, it was, as I expected the whole drive, a scam. It was a car dealership. I drove there the whole time expecting to win five hundred dollars though. While also believing it was scam. I knew it was dumb, but I did it anyways. This, this feels kind of the same.

Back then, the drive was nice. I've always enjoyed looking out car and bus window at all the architecture and new places. Area where I lived had tons of greenery stacked everywhere as well, long stretches of road barricaded by green forests. The drive itself is thrilling too, I could die! Yay? I could die. Keeping an eye on the cars is important because death. So, vigilance. And I did eventually die while driving, so I was right to be vigilant.

I sniffed the air. A wet, slimy image popped to mind. It's got to be the tentacles everywhere. As I'm getting closer to the base of the skyscraper tentacle, the smell became overpowering. I hope my clothes don't smell this bad. Looking down, I pinched up my tentacle hoodie dress to my nose. I sniffed. Ugh. I want to throw it out.

Hohemi's got some transcendent, likely literally magical, I assume, clothing making skills. However, the encounter left me sore. My hand went to my hair. Fluffing it out, I stroked it to calm myself down. Eh. Short hair feels more, 'like home,' to me. Reminds me of when I wasn't an Anime Girl. I suppose it's going to be rough for awhile. I swung my wooden sword from my shoulder, giving it few sharp waves in the air.

I'm strong. Yeah. My body. My mind. My mana. I figure I could blow up a city or two if I tried, like Negi the sewer Wilder from Kirei's Tome. I won't do it. Rather, I've killed twice already. One anteater, one pillow rat. Both were 'experiements.' The anteater got obliterated by the Tentacle Beam for my first spell, and the pillow rat was me testing how to use Hohemi's mana injection technique. I'm not counting all the magic eggs that might have got crushed. I'm not sure if the cave collapsed or not, I mean, looking at the size of this tentacle in front of me I hope it did. Maybe I should go finish them all myself? Eh. I'm not in the mood to play hero of justice.

Cleaning up my own spell will be enough for today. I neared the base of the tentacle. The smell was overpowering. As I made the final few steps, my heart pounded. This is a bad idea. This isn't good. I'll summon the real Nyarlathotep instead of a lovable Yarko. The loafer lolis will team up and call me a bad person and look at me with dagger eyes, and when they grow up, they'll never call. Oh, wait, Kirei's Tome said nothing about phones. My loafer lolis won't be able to call me when I'm old, no matter what!

[Shizukani. Kanjite, todote. Onegai. Nakama de aru.] (Calm down. I don't know the rest, but I can tell from her tone she's encouraging me.)

I looked at my hands. If I age, that is. From what I read about homunculi from Kirei's Tome, they can live anywhere from dying as soon as they crack the magic egg to immortal monsters. I'm hoping I'm in the immortal monster territory, I have the mana for it, so I feel special. But! Just because other homunculi are immortal monsters doesn't mean I'm going to be monster! After all. Before anything else. Before any logic of this world applies, I am still myself. I will have this world acknowledge it. I will have them know I am an Anime Girl, and not a "homunculi."

Stabbing my wooden sword in the ground next to me, and staring at the base of the skyscraping tentacle in front of me, the bulk of grey spread across in front of my eyesight, blocking it out entirely. It wriggled. I closed my eyes, breathing in, I steadied myself. I put my palms together in prayer, imagining a buddhist monk. I like playing out other people in my imagination, and in real life. I'm kind of an actor, I guess, more like, I'm not sure who I am.

Opening my eyes and loosening my stance, I reassessed. Maybe just a collection of everyone else I've seen on earth for my soul, and now, an Anime Girl on the world I'm calling Nofunlandia. Staring up the vertical of heights of the tentacle, I decided. I'm not leaving this to prayer. Magic may be chaotic, but this it my magic. If I trust myself fully, I'll get the best result. Easier said than done, but today's spell could easily give me what I need to conquer this world and live as lazily as I want.

And. Yuri Harem. I felt my power grow. Two lolis and a girl my age. This is, this is how it begins. World domination or no, dwarf revolution or no, at the end of this, there will be lolis. And breasts. Breasts besides my own. I won't have to imagine my orange pillow rat as breasts anymore! Not that I was— yes, yes I was. I'm... yeah, I'm lonely.

I hate to say it. I don't want to admit it. It feels like sludge is turning in my gut. I don't want to say I'm weak and need others. I've already got an Anime Girl inside me, so I'm never going to be alone again anyways! Eh.

[Muda jinsei owari da. Hotoite, Wizard.] (Your useless life is already over. Leave it, Wizard.)

My life wasn't useless! It was painful, yeah, but I had anime! I had the internet!

[Nakama?] (Close friends?)

Ehh~ Argh. Eh. Haah. I sighed. Affection sounds, was, painful, yeah. Family or friends for most of my life were grating. I have no romantic experience. I'm okay with hugging a pillow rat, but a girl? It's, too new for me. Just dealing with Hohemi haunted me. Yuri Harem. I chanted it in my mind.

You're dirty old pillow rat who only thinks of Anime Girls. You're just autist trash that people look at as a curiosity or a tragedy. I already know that. But, I can't be the same person I was back then. That isn't all of me, not anymore. And, no internet. What better to do with all this new free time?

So, lay thy hand on the tentacle, young Wizard, and let thy mana flow, and let the world bloom into you. I don't have a weak body. Not anymore. My mind is strong. I'm lazy and a coward, yeah. But, I'm not who I used to be. Mostly! The rules changed, and now, I want to explore the possibilities inherent in this tentacle. Mainly, Yuri Harem. OP. Power, and Love!

Admit it! You're a shameless dame ningen(useless human) who doesn't want to admit when they want something! You're scared! Yeah. I laid my hand on the tentacle, closing my eyes. The fear splashed over my body. I feel like I'm going to die. There's nothing killing me, but, it hurts. Are you laughing at me?! Do you think it's so easy to touch a tenta— yeah, it is. I injected the mana.

Tree roots of light spread into the massive writhing mass. Warping tree roots through a flux of mana, I heard cackling. I swear I saw a pirate ship sailing in ocean storm. This felt familiar. It wasn't like the pillow rats I experimented on. No, this is 'my mana.' Not only that, it was talking to me already. Chatty, at that.

「Oi。Been rampaging。 Nice to see ya。Thought you didn't want to play anymore。You're cuter than I remembered。Up for murder?」The tentacle said. It's Yarko. Anime Girl is translating it into a brusque feminine voice. Yes brusque is a word. You didn't google it, did you? Oh well. This voice. It. Feels. Like Hohemi said about my voice, "professional." And, I think my SAN points dropped. Maybe? This has to be "Yarko."

That's right. When I cast the Tentacle Beam, I was already thinking of how to summon Nyarko. So, this being is close enough to be Nyarko to be made into Yarko. Or so I hope. I want a scarf. A magic scarf. Worried about the tentacles really being Nyarlathotep, I decided to check with her.

"Who are you?"

「Boring。Wanna go kill? There's these guys who've been hitting on me all day, I crushed lots of them but they're strong。」

Getting a straight answer out of a tentacle is a bad idea, it seems. I searched through her body. Pinpricks of pain resounded through her body. I felt Yarko's entire expanse. The area below me, the cavern with the magic eggs, was entirely filled. Using my mana I could feel the whole cave writhing with tentacles. Lots of smushed homunculi. Good. Below the cliffside, weaving endlessly through the rocks, I saw adventurers fighting Yarko. Oh, Ouji. And, some kid. Thirteen. [Negi.] No, there's no way the one Wilder we read about in Kirei's Tome is here! How do you know!

[Negi Da!] (It's Negi!)

Arguing with Anime Girl will get me no where. With my luck, and how on the dot Anime Girl instinct is, I might as well accept someone strong enough to level a city is right there. They're close. I'm worried if it's safe to cast, or wait until later. Maybe they'll get tired? I doubt Yarko is going anywhere. Well, she'll grow. And the adventurers will die. That tree where I spent the week with the orange pillow rat on with his lovably fat friends will get destroyed. I joked I summoned a raid boss before, but I guess Yarko really did become one. And, then there are the corpses. Huh. Well. Let me just, conveniently ignore the chaos for now and focus on what I can control.

"How'd you like to become a scarf?"

「If it's danna's orders I'll do it。」(mister)

Eh. I'll guess I'll just cast then. The adventurers are a little close. Images of the dead are floating in my mind. I have to end this, for my sake and theirs. Yuri Harem. Let the sacred words bind my will. Yuri Harem. OP. OP. Yuri Harem. Yarko said she's fine becoming a scarf. Perfect way to contain her mana, and, no more have to die! Yay. And, Yarko is my Tentacle Beam spell anyways, even if I feel bad about imposing on her wriggling mass existence, I'd feel worse not turning her into a scarf. This was my fault. Even if it was this Tentacle Beam was a fluke I cast to kill an anteater charging me, I reap what I sow. Yeah. I won't walk away. And, well, loafer lolis are coming. If there is nothing else, loafer lolis. Clothing, ho!

「Ai oh! Danna。」

Kind of strange way to address me. Oh well. Anime Girl, let's fire it up. Tell me the Trigger, let's do it together.

[Raising Heart, Start! Up!]

Oh. It had to be that, didn't it.

"Raising Heart, Start! Up!"

I'm embarrassed. I should just die. Let me die. I don't want it to end like this. Don't tell me I'm going to become a magical girl. It's not like I'm opposed to becoming one, it's just I'm already fine being like this! What if—

[Shuchuu. Mahou de.] (Focus. On the magic.)

Okay, okay. I felt a wave spread out from me. My tentacle hoodie exploded off of my body. Straight out atomization. I'm naked. The wind caressed my butt. Hello again, old friend. I refuse to be naked, again! For long! There is no choice now. Magical Girl or no, I'm going. I shed all worldly desires. If there's any time to shut up and put out it's now. Anime Girl!

[Kiru Ga Kiru]

"Kiru Ga Kiru."

[Ore Wa Watashi Wa.]

"Ore Wa Watashi Wa."

[Loafer Loli fuku ga, Scarf Yarko fuku ga, kiru ga kiru. Yuri harem da, Nakama Ni Nare!]

"Loafer Loli fuku ga, Scarf Yarko fuku ga, kiru ga kiru, Yuri harem da, Nakama Ni Nare!"

My body flew backwards, scenery blurring, rolling. Steadying into a half crouch, I keeled over. I spat red all over the ground. Not from the tumbling of my naked body over the dirt and rock, but from the embarrassment of saying those words out loud. Looking up, I caught sight of Yarko breaking up into white light. Streams of white mana flowed towards me in every direction, lifting me into the air weaving around my limbs. It's a magical girl transformation, isn't it? I watched too many, didn't I? It's too late. It's too late for regret! Accept your fate and become a magical girl! The greater the desire the greater the despair!

Fears about having to hunt down Witches for Grief Seeds and seeking Yuri Valhalla polluted my head as I felt the mana darken and tighten around me. Panties. Bra. Not a crossdresser, just an Anime Girl. The support is appreciated. So is the pressure. Reminded me of that rock I slept under the first day here. Oh, spreading all over my legs too.

Good, I was cold. This tightness, pantyhose? What else could it be. I've never worn anything tight over my legs before. So close to the skin. This sensation! Gulity pleasure? Guilty check, pleasure check, punish self and move on. Punishment for guilt: never let self admit you liked it. Check. Punishment for pleasure, never like anything again! Never!

And that's when the skirt wrapped around my hips and the breeze caught it. I felt the edge of the skirt ruffle against the pantyhose. It was a light touch, but enough to get me aware. I'm sensitive. Part of the autism. I blame autism. Yep. I've fallen. I think it was already over when I became an Anime Girl in another world, but, it's almost like there was a shred of dignity and pride left. A small, dead, ailing old pride and dignity that is being burnt away in cinders blowing away in the wind right now. I opened my eyes and looked down, confirming skirt and pantyhose did indeed exist on my body. Shame, shame.

That time I rubbed my face shamelessly on the Mage Tome came to mind. As it did, a loafer bound my right foot.

「I am Stehy。Hello, Wizard, nice to be working with you。」

My right loafer loli kindly introduced herself in a professional manner. Then, another binding on my left foot.

「Niji of the Dark Seal of the Elder God, descends。」

And she's one of those, isn't she. Rather melodramatic. I'm used to exaggeration since I watch anime. It's part of the appeal. She's going to have bandages and eyepatch isn't she? And heterochromia? A shirt wrapped around my cold chest, buttoning itself as a beige blazer tucked itself around my arms. Warmth is great. No, clothing is, it feels like this is the first thing I've ever worn. Close to skin, tight fit. It's true though, for this life this is my first. I won't count the brown tarp or tentacle hoodie as my first. This is a real Anime Girl's outfit. As I will have you know, I am an Anime Girl!

Pushing it, aren't I? Well, it's not like I can accept panties bra pantyhose, on my body, so easily. My hands flexed as a thin soft material wrapped them, testing my finger movement. Good. Doesn't impede, feels like I'm wearing nothing at all. Had to be grey, didn't they. I looked up as a huge mass of mana pooled above my head. Grey, color of my gloves, color of the tentacles, like a dark storm, it swirled. I heard mock pirate laughter. Yarko's having fun.

Swirling like the current of an ocean, I watched as a heavy weaved scarf knitted itself at high speed in front of me. Like a lighting bolt of grey etching out a carving in the air. The scarf completed, slate grey solid, it folded, snaking itself around my neck and draping itself needlessly long. I suppose long scarves are a staple of anime. It can't be helped. This time, it really can't. One of the ends of the scarf turned itself towards me and wriggled itself, as if saying—

「Ai oi。danna, oyabun, how many corpses today?」Yarko said.

The bloodthirst in her voice made me think of a baseball ball covered in blood, a crooked grin on her face, and probably something very smashed and red in the background. She's already killed. I'll blame her for all the death. Let the loafer lolis be blameless of her crimes. Just because they were part of her mana means nothing! Oh, and who's "oyabun?"

[Watashi. Shin-ne nai, Yarko.] (Me. No one else dies, Yarko.)

Anime Girl is oyabun? That means I'm danna? Strange of her to call us differently. I fell, hitting the ground as the mana supporting me stopped. Falling into the dirt, my muscles went slack as I failed to push myself up. I coughed more red. Oh. That was. Yeah, my head hurts. It felt just like that one time.

I cut my finger on a pumpkin puree can lid once. Running to the bathroom, blood seeped out, and I passed out twice. Hit my head hard on the floor. I spent a whole week watching the Happy Seven opening lying in bed. It's an old anime that other people who would bring it up would say, "oh wow, you saw that? I did too!" If I had friends, I imagine that's what would've happened. But, no one needs friends in real life! We have the internet! I can see the like and view count of Happy Seven opening on youtube! There's even comments! I'm not alone!

And, now, I'm really not alone. I had Anime Girl in my head, now there's three more. Stehy was being silent, but I could feel her waiting to say something. It's a weird feeling to know your right loafer is holding itself back. Anime Girl and Yarko are going off in rapid fire japanese. Niji is butting into the conversation, and Yarko is talking her down. Niji and Yarko are speaking english, but it's so vague and fantastical it might as well be entirely incomprehensible.

The chaos descended. My muscles gained life. My freshly gloved hands crept to my head, pressing my fingers in through my hair. I ruffled my hair, rubbing my temples, breathing out hard. Holding my head with both hands, I resolved myself. I pulled the scarf off, then the left loafer, I stuffed the scarf into the left loafers cavity. Plopping the Yarko stuffed Niji onto the dirt below, I pulled myself up into a sitting position. Then, toppled over.

「Enemy sighted。Non-lethal response, Wizard? I have the ability。If you don't respond, I'll consider you incapacitated, and you'll wave your right of command。」Stehy said.

I kept my right loafer on because she wasn't talking. Too lazy to remove her, and too tired to move, I said okay. Being a lazy person and person afraid of pain are similar, but separate things. I'm lazy, and afraid of pain, and right now I'm tired and in pain. Fear crept over me. I really did it. I did. But, I overdid it. And it looks like it's about to go downhill from here. But—

I'm not going to let my loafer loli handle it on her own. She's fresh to this world. It wasn't that long ago I was too. I want to see myself not be lame for once. It's just because a loafer loli is watching, okay? It's not like I'm trying hard to live, or anything. I grinned. If anything, I plan to get lazier from here on!

Breathing hard, my heartbeat trebled as I stood. Got sight of my pursuer. Guess Yarko's theatrics during the spell were too overt. It's the Wilder, isn't it. Duel wield swords? What are you, thirteen? Yeah, he is. I don't blame him. I liked duel wield swords in Lord of the Rings Online. Champion class was fun. It's time to see if any of that translates to this world. I don't think so. Oh well. I raised my hand, conjuring a sword of fire. Looks like I won't have the luxury of playing tag this time. Come at me, Negi. I heard Anime Girl encourage me.