Sylvia Maxwell grabbed a handful of hair and sighed as she stared at the long silver strands. Loosening her grip, they slid down from her rosy white hand, brushing the pair of small mounds on her chest as they fell. Half-dreading, she raised the brown skirt she doesn’t recall wearing and let her emerald eyes view the forbidden scenery. While the sight was within expectations, she couldn’t prevent herself from being disheartened. Her shoulders slumped and her petite figure fell back to the bed of hay.

She gave all her attention to her goal so she didn’t put much importance to her manhood. But now that it was gone, her soul screamed as if it suffered a great loss. She was a man. She needed a sword, not a sheath. It didn’t help that she had no idea how she ended up in her current body. Perhaps if she was still in her home world she could push the blame onto someone. However, she was in a different world.

There was no level or job-class in her world nor were there dungeons that seem to spawn monsters endlessly. The places within the original Sylvia’s memories were also too many and too spread out to be hidden from the world where she originated. She was definitely in a different one. She may also be in an alternate timeline, but for the moment, it would be best to stick with her first theory. It wouldn’t do much to change the situation anyway, and she has other things to worry about.

Her mind jumped back to the time when she lost her first kiss. She knew the young man was just trying to help, especially after waking up in a decent bed, clothed and her purity intact. Despite that, it wasn’t easy for her to forget what happened. She would most likely hold a grudge for it, but she would try to suppress the feeling and thank the young man for saving her life. She was a genius, not a tyrant like the other lords. She could differentiate between right and wrong and prefer siding with the former.

Besides, the guy’s level was higher than hers and she was in his territory. If she doesn’t behave she may just lose her head before she could decide what action to take.

She remembered the young man’s status and began to ask how she saw it. The original Sylvia shouldn’t have the ability to see the status of others. Did it truly occur or was it just a figment of her imagination? Given her state back then, the latter seems more plausible. Is there a way to test? How does it work?

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Race: Human | Gender: Female | Age: 14

Occupation: Duke’s Daughter

Level: 1 | Job-Class: Elemental Lord

Power: 22

Speed: 26

Vitality: 18

Magic: 232

Control: 154

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Elemental Fusion (P), Elemental Manipulation (P), Analyze (P), Quick Mana Recovery (P), Elemental Magic

Something appeared minutes after trying various ways to check her status.

At first she was delighted by her success, but the feeling was quickly replaced by shock when she noticed the changes in her parameters. Her drop in level aside, she has a different job-class. A person’s job-class is set at birth, it shouldn’t change! And what’s with her skills? When did she get so many?!

Lost in thoughts, she heard a creak and turned towards the door of the small hut. She expected to see her savior and wasn’t disappointed. The young man came, his golden eyes pointing at her direction. He smiled upon seeing her awake. He approached with a friendly expression and sent a casual greeting. To her horror, she didn’t understand what he said.

“What was that?” she asked in the original Sylvia’s language. When the guy showed a look of surprise, she tried with her own native tongue. “What did you say?” That didn’t work also, so she decided to use the ancient language of the spirits. “Can you understand me?” And of course it was still a failure.

Left with no way to communicate, she let her stomach do the talking. Wait, that’s not right! She didn’t order it to growl! She’s a genius, not a glutton! Bad stomach, bad!

After giving her mischievous tummy a reprimanding glare, she reluctantly raised her head, afraid to see what expression the young man now wore. Instead of amusement however, he gave an understanding look and left the hut in a hurry. She watched his departing back, unsure what to make of the event until he returned with a large bamboo plate full of newly cooked meat. I- I... “Thank you?”

The young man just kept smiling as he placed the plate on the ground, close to her bed. He also pulled the bamboo container from his waist and put it beside the plate.

Utterly confused, she sat up and stared at the food. Was it poisoned? She didn’t know but even if it was there was nothing she could do. With her current power she couldn’t go against the guy in front of her. Furthermore, she felt a pang of guilt seeing the anxious yet expectant look on his face.

Since she was unable to make a judgment, her stomach shared its opinion.

She began cursing all known gods from her world as the color of shame painted her cheeks. She wanted to bury herself in a hole but didn’t want to ruin her image any further. What a great day to die.

This is going to be a long and tiring day isn’t it?