"This is me, and this is the truck. How the hell i not notice a loud-ass truck coming straight at me?. This is clearly your doing right?" Said a normal looking woman as she trying to simulate a road crash with her hand.

"No, no, no! This is what you humans call fate. Things happen because they must happen. It was your fate to meet Truck-kun that day. I'm not the one who decides your fate, so don't blame me," said the self-proclaimed God, who took the form of a little kid.

"I can't accept that illogical reason! you're telling me I worked until my neck and back hurt, drained all my sanity, pushed my body to the limit, and finally got my dream house is for nothing?, revive me back!!"

"I do feel bad for you, but reviving you is impossible. it's like trying to recover a corrupted file. And honestly, you're like a kid who knows nothing about electronics. But if it's a house you want, I can reincarnate you into a world where you own your very own personal home. Enjoy your new life!"

"Are you f*cking kidding me!, Hey!!"

The woman's body started disappearing, fading from her feet upwards, inch by inch toward her head.

"I've given you some cheats to help you survive in the new world. As the god of time, Chronos, I bestow upon you a few blessings. See ya!" The self-proclaimed god waved casually as her form vanished.

"You fuc—" I stopped mid-sentence, noticing my voice had changed. The unfamiliar surroundings caught my attention—a room with polished wooden walls and ornate wall candelabras. The bed beneath me felt incredibly soft, almost too comfortable.

Realizing I was sitting up, I got out of bed and approached the window. As I looked outside, a heavy medieval atmosphere radiated from the buildings and infrastructure below.

"This world… it doesn't have the internet… I'm doomed."

"Forget the internet. Let's see what my body looks like." I walked over to the standing mirror near the door. My reflection revealed a petite, slender figure, probably around 12 years old. My straight hair was a rich, dark chocolate color, and my eyes were a striking ruby red.

"How am I so cute?"

I opened the wardrobe and tried on all the clothes inside. Each outfit fit me perfectly, enhancing my appearance. Depending on my expression, I could look both incredibly cute and occasionally elegant.

"My name is Ruby Greydroll, daughter of Baron Greydroll. Oh, I remember everything about this body. At least I won't waste time trying to figure out my identity or deal with any awkward Situation."

I walk out of my room and down the narrow corridor. Based on my memories, I live in a modest-sized manor. The manor has two floors: the first floor with six rooms, and the second floor with five rooms and a storage space. Construction materials must be cheap in this era, so I wouldn't call my current home a luxury.

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I walk toward the quest room on the first floor, and as I get closer, I hear the sound of a piano. Inside, I see a handsome gentleman with golden hair, playing the piano gracefully. I stand there for a few moments, enjoying the music he plays. I know exactly who this person is.

"'Father!" I call out as I walk toward him. He stops playing the piano and lifts me onto the bench beside him. I sit down, and he immediately starts playing a cheerful tune just for me.

"What's up, my cute darling?" he asked with a smile.

"Father, I want to learn magic!"

He immediately stopped playing and looked at me, his face lighting up with joy.

"Honey! Ruby finally wants to learn magic!" he shouted as he ran toward the dining room, just to scream the news. Moments later, he returned with a beautiful black-haired woman by his side. I couldn't help but notice that neither of them shared the same eye color as me.

"We'll find you a good teacher as soon as possible, Ruby. Just wait a little while," they promised.

I had no idea how, but within minutes, they had both changed into formal attire and were already riding off on horses—clearly faster than taking a carriage.

They weren't bluffing. In just three hours, they returned with a teacher for me. How...?

After resting for an hour, the newly arrived teacher introduced himself to me.

"Hello, cutie! My name is Felis Mernes, a friend of your father's. From today onward, I'll be teaching you magic."

That explains how they found a teacher so quickly.

"Hello, my name is Ruby Greydroll. Nice to meet you, teacher," I replied, feeling a bit shy acting like a kid, though I didn't really mind.

"Let's go outside; it's dangerous to use magic indoors."

We both moved outside, and I noticed my parents peeking from the window.

"Your parents told me your birthstone is fire, so I'll start by teaching you fire magic. Let me show you an example."

He raised his hand, and a scarlet-colored wand appeared in his grasp. I watched in awe as a magical circle began to take form, intricate and mesmerizing. My eyes were glued to the process, unable to look away. When the spell was complete, a bird-shaped flame soared into the sky, its beauty utterly captivating.

The fiery bird spun gracefully in the sky before exploding, scattering embers that shaped themselves into a dazzling display, like a firework made of flames.

"This is magic—the power of imagination. Manifest your thoughts and bring them to life," Felis said with a proud smile. "This one is my masterpiece. I call it 'Death of the Phoenix.'"

This is my new life. Magic exists here. Goodbye, internet—welcome, magic.