I slowly walk towards the box; the strange feeling in every part of my body feels weirder and weirder, piling on with every single step and continuing for the next seven until I am in front of the box, which does not have any labels, openings, tape, or any place for me to start unboxing.

However, at the lightest poke, the 4 sides of the box fell one by one, until the last panel right in front of me fell to reveal an almost realistic-looking doll in a jeweled-out maid outfit, holding a white umbrella with some laces in its left hand, a book being tugged in between the armpits, and the right arm wrapped around a big glass tub of black liquid.

The doll doesn't seem to be alive, or at least not active, so I take a closer look at my items. First was the book; it has a wooden cover with a branch-like design with "Encyclopedia" carved into it. On top of the book are 4 thread bookmarks evenly dividing the former tree into 4 parts, the first of which is marked "Creation" on both sides. Turning to the page, a lot of nonsense was written in great detail, ranging from titles such as "How books are made" to "How languages are created" to "How books are made" to "a guy named Kosher created the base of every written language"

Strangely, no matter how many pages I turned, there seemed to be no progress. I thumbed the pages, and this time the book acted as a normal book would, but the pages looked blank. Is it infinite? If I just flip page to page, stopping in the forces region, and the words start to appear again, the titles this time are all about infinity. from a lengthy definition of it with a lot of big words to the different types of infinity.

Is this responding to the things I am thinking of?

fate I whispered and turned the page. Just as expected, the definition and types were written. I turned the page again and more mindless topics about fate appeared, turning the page back again. "Fated to love," I said in my mind. Returning to the page I just turned, the contents changed to how or what soulmates are. It describes them as people born to love each other from before birth to the time they die because of fate. Even if they don't know each other, they will feel uncompleted until they meet. The book rambles on and on

Inspecting the first page of the book, this was written by someone named Pitou.

thud!

I close the book, tugging it in between my arms. I can't waste time experimenting now, so looking up at the maid again, I decided to examine the big black container wrapped in its hand. I braced myself to lift it, but I stumbled a little after taking it out of the maid's hand with little to no effort. It was a lot lighter than I thought.

The liquid was blacker than anything I'd seen, with the viscosity of water but not its luster. What could this possibly do? Not a thought crosses my mind, so gently settling it down, I'll just look it up in the book later.

I move on to the next item, the umbrella, and just as I was about to grab the umbrella away from its hand, I hear a ping. It wasn't audible, more like a voice in my head. The ping is then followed by another gazillion pings.

The book fell out of my hand and hit the ground, but my body raced it there for first place.

Spazeming on the ground, convulsing violently, I could barely focus on the sounds: a bunch of pings with exexex and some other noises I can't describe, all of them with the intention to give me a seizure, no, I am already seizuring, a stroke, if that is the right word here, or trying not to have my head explode.

Through all the blurred vision, I could see purple, the same purple as the one in his realm, and a lot of it too, their rays wiggling back and forth, almost like they were in rhythm with my breath, and every time it expanded the torture eased, slowly, voices finally stopped. I looked again, and behold, in front of me was a looping purple field.

I hear a distinct voice; I gained mental fortitude level 1; it said in a robotic voice,

I lay there for a while.

After the new break of mental clarity, I call for status. Multiple fancy-looking gold frames come up; one of them has a gear symbol, a speaker symbol, and other symbols, but the most important one is the one with a bell symbol vibrating constantly. Clicking on it, I place a slash. Of course, this world has a game. I sighed. The purple barrier also went away with my will.

It was quite simpler than I thought; upon further testing, I could control every panel mentally. There was a panel for everything, ranging from a 3D model of me to a screen labeled "dialogue options" with nothing written on it.

While I was manually interacting with the screen, I vaguely remembered what wielding the purple thing felt like, but suddenly a wave of purple light burst out of the frames, blasting the area in front of me and making everything look glitchy. As soon as I stopped, the blast area was all distorted. Trees floating in the air, everything mangled, and bushes and shrubs inside of rocks and boulders.

Chaos is scary, really scary. Its destructive and weird nature is one thing, but the ease with which it can be activated—as if I'd had a third arm all my life and just figured out how to move it—means I might just punch myself in the face.

As I try to go back to my items again, I hear the voice again: "Notification limit reached," opening my inbox in 5 seconds with dread, "that dreadful sound is coming back," 4, I quickly tried forming the barrier again, but I couldn't get it right, 3, I need it to come back to me, looping, but every time I try to get it below my feet, it just destroys the ground. 2, underneath me, I just collide the fields, not exactly looping, but hopefully having the same effect, and after waiting an eternity for the voice to continue counting, but, it did not say 1, and I didn't hear any noise, unknowingly I had tensed up, and when the counter stopped, I finally released it all, and it was almost euphoric.

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To my side, I could see that the bell symbol had the number 8890 on the top right of it, probably the notifications stored there, but this was rapidly going down. Maybe I am biased, but the weird feeling I got stopped getting worse and is getting better; maybe I'm not used to this world's atmosphere or something.

I finally tried to get back to checking out my items, but as I turned around, I was greeted by the doll. The doll was moving, looking like she was waiting for me, and it bowed.

"Good afternoon. I assume you are my owner." She said in a polite tone, "Uh, yes, I think—funny wording, but probably yes you came with my package, so I guess you are part of the deal."

She glances to the side, thinking about the words for a few seconds: "So you are my intended master, I implore you to stay where you are right now so I can seal the soul bond with you."

She then starts to walk towards me with fast and light steps, menacingly, her upper body perfectly staying still as she moves. She then gets a firm grip on my head, coming closer and closer. In the last few inches, I figured out the intention of her action:

The sudden rush of emotions came out bursting, literally, a purple shockwave blasting back everything that is not me; strangely this time nothing was distorted, just a calm knockback, well, calm relative to the previous instance,

The kiss terminator gets back up slowly, not a single scratch on her, dusting the dirt off her clothes. "I assume you refuse to seal the ownership of me," she said calmly.

'Assume? Of course, who would want to be a slave, be free, or something? You can leave if you want, or tag along until I can drop you off at a safe place.

"Am I not free to be owned? It's how I am, that's how I am programmed, and if it makes you feel any better, I'm not a person."

"Uh, no, because, hm, uh, I don't want you," I said calmly and without stuttering.

"You still are my owner, well, I can be taken away from you," she points to her lips, "unless you form the soul pact first." What she said would be pretty enticing if not for her monotone voice and Barbie-like look.

I commanded her to not disturb me anymore, I can't waste any more brain power debating with her, I need to get back to figuring out the bare minimum, then live the Isekai Dream.

Firstly I need to figure out this new special deal.

On second thought, "can you quickly examine the items?" she nodded and started to head for my stuff.

I look down at my hand, and menacing purple sparks started cracking, creating chaos.

I look at my other arm, I thought really hard about moving it, I tried really hard, I willed really hard, but my arm had not moved a single millimeter. The only way to move my arm is to move my arm.

Just like my arm, I can control this thing, not with emotion or will, but as if it were a part of me, a non-physical limb. Though I know next to nothing about it, I know that it makes things glitch if I release it with high intensity, and it will just blast things if I am surprised. It can come out as light, cracks of sparks of electricity, a shock wave, and probably other forms too.

I look at a tree, and I swear it started sweating, "Time to expire." About a foot of space between my palm and the tree later, a purple fog that I creatively call a "chaos cloud" appears, wrapping around a chunk of the trunk. It shifts position within the cloud, but nothing above it gets affected by the lack of support, restoring the cloud, and physics . E x E started to work again, I shoot out a liquid like "phantom waters," no, "unknown aqua," as I called it.

The tree returns to its original position. I could also move the tree around, making it ignore the ground like it was ignoring reality. I change the type to a box, which I call the "phantom zone." Changing the type doesn't affect anything other than the visuals, but if I put a bit more effort into it, the tree starts to glitch and distort.

Easing it up a bit, the tree lands on a form where it is a lot taller than it was and more slender. I put in more effort and more focus, and turns out I could control what I wanted this to be; I retract the phantom zone back, leaving a metal tree with wooden leaves behind, rooted to the ground.

Producing chaos again at the very tip of my fingernails—a dangerous experiment—. I turn my fingernail blue, then green, then longer, then back to normal.

Next my finger, a bit longer, a bit shorter, back to normal, but I did not feel the change in my finger at all.

Every test is a positive, no pain, no weird feelings, the chaos goes a bit lower to Little Needle, the millimeter defeater, this time the expanding matter rubbing with the soft silky fabrics of my 10000 yen underwear, my prized possession that I won at a launching event of some luxury brand, with my ability to sit faster than any other human being, worth more than the combined value of all my other clothing. Even after a year, the feeling of this luxury never gets old.

Now back to reality, pair that feeling with my strange increase in sensitivity, and you get wet pants. A tap brings me back to real reality and with it a fear I had forgotten for a long time, one of being discovered, a fear of shame. I slowly croak my head back, with jagged movement as if the joints in my neck were parts of a rusty machine.

The face of the thing was looking me dead in the eyes, so close that I could feel its breath if it had one. "Need help?" she said, and even if the tone was dead serious, I could see deep within that it was mocking. My slow reflex action kicked in, making me jump 0.7 LeBron on the y-axis and 1 Kevin Hart on the x-axis. Chaos cleaner reverts the man glue on my pants.

"Wh-why would I possibly need help?" I said with authority.

"I am sorry, Master; you need no assistance of mine." "Don't call me that," I blurted out, but she ignored it. "I would also like to tell you that I have finished examining the surface of the items as you requested," I urged her as I continued to think.

"Let's start from the book. The book answers the questions with the knowledge of Pitou, The God of Knowledge. It is said that the words written there are absolute, but this could be biased from him as he refers to himself as the God of knowledge and considers himself the smartest one even though others exist and none of the items here except for the book are acknowledged as existing."

Second is the armor; the black liquid will cling to you if you come into contact with it. While the container is nothing special, being only very durable glass, the armor is impressive, it adds a beastly amount of power to your base. When the bonus is surpassed by the base, the armor turns into a multiplier.

"Third is the umbrella," she holds it up, and when it is opened, the canopy reflects if white and absorbs if black, and "she slides a button downwards, closing the canopy," and "when closed, it turns into a shining cane sword," "I theorize that the color depends on what is absorbed during the open stage,"

She takes off one of the many rings on her fingers and says, "Fourth is this ring; as far as I have observed, it has a storage filled with things I can't even describe by shape, and I have yet to know how to access the items."

"Lastly," she says, dramatically moving her finger around, she points at herself, "your faithful sla-" I cut her off with a big cough, now examine them in detail,

"Would you like to know them all at once or immediately?"

'take your time

Now back to the results: the entire time while talking to her, I could feel the weight of my experiment.

Even from the outside, I could see the outline,

I opened the gates. The serpent was sleeping in a cramped space. "Nice."

I spread the rest of this through my body to perfect myself.

The sudden change in stature and bulk made a gust of mind, the feeling of my skin threatening to tear my clothes was indescribable, this feeling existed everywhere except in my DICK, the Fauchi-9000 truly lived up to its price.

"Rachel," I called out, "let's leave; find somewhere nice to be with people, or probably elves since this is a forest."

"Would you like to replace my name?" She asked for confirmation: "You already have a name?" She nodded her head, "My name is Sebastina, but would you like to change it to Rachel?"

"No, the first one sounds good; I just assumed you wouldn't have one."

Sebastina started to pick up the items and place them where they first were: a book in between her arms, the umbrella in her hand, and her other hand hugging the big tub.

Though I hate my new reality for being a game, it does have its utilities. I visualized the game screens again, searching for a storage compartment. "Can you hand over my things, and that doesn't include you?"