All I wanted was to impress this mysterious girl.

Why? Whatever way she drew me to herself, it worked.

Even after spending most of the week in her body, I wanted to get even closer to her.

I can't explain these feelings.

"I found these broken frying pans and a bent helmet." The first to return with some treasure is, of course, Mabel.

I hand over the needle I made for her mother before she runs off again.

Let's see what I can do with this junk.

Another crossbow? Tools? More weapons? Use it for the traps, or make some shields?

They will also need more bolts soon.

It's hard to think when my mind keeps wandering.

Every thought returns to Alexandra, trying to decipher my feelings for her.

Is it curiosity? Love? Self-interest?

She is a real Goddess. Seeing the fraction of her power made me realize she's a big shot.

My hands move on their own. The System mumbles a few things, but they don't even register.

What am I doing? I don't mean right now but with my life in general.

What do I even hope for? She's not only a hottie.

Her people love and worship her, and she has the power that warrants it.

She made quite an impact on this world, even if the biggest one was an accident, as she put it.

Imagine vanishing a million people and the capital of the largest Empire.

Compared to that, what can I bring to the table? What did I even do to deserve her attention?

Other than being a reckless idiot, and falling off the stairs. How dumb is it to die like that?

[Notice: You are still alive, and making those shields earned you some Exp.]

Oh, so I made shields?

Okay, they will be of use to the spearmen. It doesn't take much iron to reinforce them, so there's some leftover.

Let's make some bolts next while the System's message registers.

Well, I didn't die, thanks to her, if it's worth thanking someone who evaporated my body.

It's not like I miss that mess. I miss my home instead.

Realizing I'm lonely after things calmed down at the end of this action-packed week hits hard. I miss my family and friends, even in the crowd of Orcs.

It doesn't matter how much of an introverted and lone wolf I thought myself to be.

Going for a week without talking about my feelings with Emi starts to drive me crazy.

And even if the Goddess will take me home, how much of this can I share with her?

Will she even believe me? Will Alex let me talk about it?

From what I have seen, she tries to keep a low profile in that world, so will she have me sign a contract to keep my mouth shut?

Or keep an eye on me and take me out at the first sign of talking behind her back? What kind of person was this girl in the first place?

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"And the first to bring back something is Bútor with a stag." The guards announce, snapping me out of my thoughts for a moment.

It's one of the spearmen. I expected Vadász to score first.

And as the Orcs expected me to behave, it suggests Alex isn't as soft or kind as I imagined.

Did I put her on a pedestal without knowing enough about her?

"Found two more helmets." The emerald-eyed girl announces.

She returns the second time before any other child finds something useful.

"Are you sure it's okay for me to use these?" These don't seem as bent out of shape as the previous one, but would they even fit an Orc head?

Or did they rip them off of some human's head? With or without ripping the head itself?

I don't want to think about it.

Mabel is already gone again, letting me struggle with my feelings in quiet.

Yeah. If something, that's the sign of love. I recall warning naive friends about it. Oh, this boy and that guy is so cute, and so on.

Some of us can't help fangirling about the typical bad boy type. I can fix him. He's so cool. No, you can't, and besides, why would you?

Your illogical feelings blind you. Take a step back; deep breath, and look at that dude while your brain functions. How many times have I given this advice to my friends?

Me, the greyest of grey, the virgin, the tomboy that didn't look or behave like a proper girl. The 'me' who couldn't even understand these feelings, I claimed to know better.

And now I'm in the same trap. Or not. I don't have the experience to tell.

The only difference is that I'm not in the heat for a random guy. I fell for the hottest, most mysterious girl to exist. And in more than one way.

I fell into another world and started living inside her body. Talk about intimate relationships. And yet, I still don't know anything about her.

What kind of person is the Goddess? What does she think about me? Why did she leave her people for a decade? Why programming?

How much of this will I find out once we meet again? Okay, that settles it. I can't go drowning in these thoughts. Let's make another crossbow, one that's stronger and has a built-in lever.

That should be complex enough to take my mind off of these things. And with the help of Advanced Crafting, it should be ready before lunch.

The two helmets should have enough metal in them. And after stuffing my belly, I can look for more ore and tick off that mission. It would still serve the same purpose.

[You received a new Emergency Quest.]

Oh, of course. I almost made some plans, so it was bound to happen.

And what is it? This is the first time the System isn't telling me upfront.

[Recommendation: You should head back to the chieftain's shack and out of sight for this one.]