In a luxurious room of an unknown mansion, a teenage girl with incredibly pale skin with jet black hair lay still. Her skin was so pale that one might easily mistake her for a vampire, though she was undoubtedly human. She wore an ancient frock outfit in a mix of black and red. The dress, neither too flashy nor too plain, seemed to have been made just for her, enhancing her ethereal and fragile appearance. Anyone who saw her would feel an instinctive urge to protect her.

Suddenly, her eyes flew open, and she began to dart her gaze around the room. Her eyes, dark red like the depths of an abyss, seemed to glow with an unnatural light. Her pupils, surrounded by multiple ring shapes, gave an eerie yet mesmerizing effect.

"Am I in hell?" she whispered to herself, her voice trembling with bewilderment. She sat up slowly, wincing as a sharp pain shot through her back. She placed a delicate hand on her lower back, trying to ease the discomfort.

"This doesn't look like hell," she muttered, scratching her head in confusion. Her eyes continued to scan the room, taking in her surroundings. The room was grand, almost like a suite in a five-star hotel. A long, ornate bed with luxurious linens was where she had been lying. Around her, there were numerous sculptures and paintings adorning the walls, each exuding an air of opulence. The room was filled with elegant furniture—tables and chairs crafted with exquisite detail, and other items that spoke of royalty and wealth.

"Why is smoke coming out of my body?" she questioned herself again, a mix of bewilderment and fear etched across her delicate features. There was a faint, soft blue mist-like smoke seeping from her skin, swirling lazily in the dim light of the room. Her heart pounded in her chest, a drumbeat of confusion and anxiety.

As her gazes were darting around her body, It directly landed melons, Yes!, A pair of melons on her chest, Breast!, It wasn't too big nor too small, Just the perfect size for an teenage girl of 17 year old.

"Breast?, How many years has it been since I last squeeze someone's breast!" She recalled and without even realising that it was her own breast, She closed her eyes with a smile and started squeezing them.

"Hmmm~, So soft," she exclaimed happily, but her eyebrows curled into unease for some reason, "Why does I feel like, Someone is squeezing my chest?" She questions but the next second her eyes fluttered opened and she realised what was going on.

She glanced down again, her breath catching in her throat. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of her chest. "Is that my breast?" she yelled, her voice echoing through the silent room. Panic rose within her, her voice breaking the eerie calm. The door flew open, and a maid hurriedly entered, her face a mask of worry.

"What happened—?" the maid began, but her words faltered as her eyes fell upon the young girl before her. Shock painted her features, her eyes widening beyond belief. The clothes she held slipped from her grasp, forgotten. "Young mistress? You are awake?" she stammered, unable to tear her gaze from the faint blue smoke curling around the girl's form.

Her shock deepened as realization dawned. "Is that mana? Young mistress awakened?" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of awe and disbelief. Without pausing to check on the young girl's well-being, she spun on her heel and dashed out of the room, her shouts echoing through the halls. "Everyone, hear! Young mistress woke up and she has even awakened!"

The young girl sat in stunned silence, her mind a whirl of questions and emotions. The strange smoke continued to emanate from her, casting an ethereal glow around her. Fear and wonder battled within her, She could hear the distant commotion as the news spread through the household, the maid's cries growing fainter as she ran to inform her parents.

"Who was she? That's not the main point. Why do I have breasts?" she questioned aloud, her voice tinged with disbelief and panic. Her trembling hand reached up to squeeze her skin, a sharp pain confirming this was no dream. The sting seemed sharper against her fragile, pale body, making her wince. Reality crashed down on her, but she clung to a sliver of doubt.

Her hands continued to tremble as they ventured downward, seeking final confirmation. Her heart pounded, each beat echoing in her ears. "Yep! My little brother is gone!" she thought, her grim expression twisted into a half-hearted, irritated smile as she fought back a surge of anger.

"But how? I was dead, wasn't I? Did I get reincarnated as a girl?" The thoughts spun wildly in her mind. She pushed against the bed, her body unsteady as she slowly rose. Her legs wobbled, unfamiliar with the new center of gravity and the delicate balance required in this different form. Before her stood a large mirror, its ornate golden border almost gaudy in the dim light. She moved toward it, each step a cautious, unfamiliar venture.

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As she stood before the mirror, her eyes met her reflection. The sight was shocking: long, jet-black hair framed her face, and dark red eyes glowed with an almost eerie intensity. Multiple rings within her pupils gave her gaze an otherworldly look. Dark circles, not of black but of a deep red, shadowed her eyes, adding a haunting quality to her appearance.

"Why do I look like a max-level shut-in?What's with this pale skin? Am I some kind of vampire or witch? Is this some kind of novel where the world's greatest hitman gets reincarnated as a girl?" She mocked herself with a hollow chuckle, the sound dying quickly in the silence.

She placed her hand on her breasts, lifting them slightly. "At least my breasts are not that big, just average for a teenage girl. Every anime has teenage girls with insanely huge breasts. How the hell does someone grow breasts that big while being a virgin? Makes no sense, right?" she complained, a mixture of frustration and bewilderment coloring her tone.

The room was silent, save for her soft breathing and the occasional rustle of fabric as she shifted. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions—fear, confusion, anger, and a strange, simmering curiosity. She felt detached from this body, yet undeniably tethered to it. The pain, the sensations, the vividness of her reflection—all too real to ignore.

She sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. The reality of her situation was sinking in. She had been reincarnated, and not just as anyone, but as a girl with an eerie appearance and an unknown past.

"Esdeath, Esdeath… my daughter!" a voice rang out loudly from outside the room, growing closer with each passing second. Hearing this, she immediately jumped back onto the bed and sat down just as before, her heart racing.

The door burst open, revealing a middle-aged man with crimson hair and brown eyes, his average face lined with concern. Beside him was a woman with the same crimson hair and brown eyes, her features delicate and slightly beautiful. Behind them, the maid who had first seen her awake lingered, her face a mask of worry.

As the man entered the room, he rushed to her side and enveloped her in a gentle hug. "Esdeath, my precious daughter. Who told you to drink poison so lethal that even our healer couldn't fully heal you?" he asked, his voice thick with concern and relief.

"Poison? Esdeath? Is my name Esdeath? And wait a minute, they both have crimson hair and brown eyes. So why do I have black hair and red eyes? Don't tell me my new mother cheated on my father?" she questioned herself, her mind a whirlwind of confusion. Too many questions, not enough answers.

"Okay then, it's time for acting!" She braced herself, adopting a dazed expression and rubbing her forehead. "Father! My memories are kind of blurry. Can you tell me what happened?" she asked, her voice feigning confusion.

The man's face twisted with worry. "Did you lose your memory? We are in Swann, our homeland in the Anastasia Kingdom. I am your father, Nyx Crimson, and this is your mother, Charlotte Crimson!" he said, looking directly into her eyes with deep concern.

She forced a chuckle, trying to appear nonchalant. "Hahaha… of course, I remember that. I was talking about why I was asleep!" she lied, her expression betraying no hint of her inner turmoil.

Nyx sighed, his expression softening as he began to explain. "We had no money, and you are already seventeen. We had no choice but to arrange your marriage with the neighboring land's ruler, Sacturium, that fat pig bastard. But you didn't want to marry him and drank poison." His voice cracked as he sobbed, hugging her again with a mix of relief and sorrow.

"But thankfully, a maid saw you drinking the poison. Before the situation got worse, a healer arrived. The poison was so lethal that he said you could wake in hours, years, or even die in your sleep. But who would have thought you would wake up in just two hours? Don't worry. Now that you have awakened, we can easily cancel that idiotic arranged marriage. It would have been a problem if word got out that a baron's daughter drank poison, but it's only been four hours since everything happened. That's why no news has spread. It's truly a miracle, a miracle!"

She nodded, her mind racing to process everything. The relief in Nyx's voice was palpable, and Charlotte's eyes glistened with unshed tears. The maid stood by, wringing her hands, her face a portrait of anxiety.

Esdeath—or rather, the fable inhabiting Esdeath's body—felt a pang of guilt. These people seemed genuinely concerned for her, and she was an impostor in their midst. But there was no turning back now. She had to play her part and figure out this new world she had been thrust into.

"Thank you, Father," she said softly, hugging him back. "I'll do my best to adjust and make you proud."

"Hehehe... How was my acting? I could even make a career in acting!" she laughed inwardly. "But how the hell did I get stuck in this shut-in NEET's body? People might think I'm a ghost if they saw me at night!" The thought amused her briefly, but her amusement was short-lived.

Suddenly, a realization struck her like a bolt of lightning, shaking her to her core. "Hang on a second... Swann? Anastasia Kingdom? Why does this sound so familiar?" She furrowed her brows in puzzlement, a sinking feeling growing in the pit of her stomach. She already had a nagging suspicion about where she was, but she didn't want to believe it.

"Umm... Father, is this year AD 576?" she asked hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Nyx looked at her with a hint of confusion and nodded. "Yeah, what about it?" he said casually.

Her eerie red eyes widened, and her heart pounded violently in her chest. The realization hit her like a sledgehammer: "F*ck, I knew it. I got transmigrated into the game I was playing!"