Darkness. Cold. Then, a sudden rush of sensory input.
You open your eyes, expecting the familiar sight of your dojo or the aftermath of your final, legendary battle. You are the Living Weapon, the human who transcended flesh to become a symbol of fear and reverence. You expect calloused hands and scars.
Instead, you see manicured fingernails and soft, pale skin. You are lying in a four-poster bed draped in silk. You try to sit up, invoking your core strength, but the body is so weak it nearly collapses back onto the pillows. You catch your reflection in a gilded mirror—you are not a warrior. You are a girl. An 18-year-old princess with fear etched into her muscle memory.
Suddenly, a translucent blue screen flickers into your vision. A robotic, feminine voice—the remnants of the girl named Asthoria—echoes in your mind.
[SYSTEM INITIALIZATION COMPLETE] [WELCOME, HOST. SOUL SYNCHRONIZATION: 100%]
"I am Asthoria," the text reads. "I am now your Interface. You are in the Continent of Elioria. You have inherited my body, my title as Heir to the Ashbourne Throne, and... my regrets. Warning: My physical vessel is insufficient for your soul's density."
[CURRENT STATUS: CRITICAL] The interface displays your pathetic new reality compared to your legendary past.
[ 📊 STATUS: Asthoria's Vessel ] [ Rank: F (Civilian) | Class: Princess (Locked) | Title: The Fragile Flower ] [ STR: F- | DEX: F | CON: F- | INT: C | WIS: D | CHA: S+ | LCK: E ] [ CONDITION: Soul Overload. Muscle Atrophy. ]
"Host, how do you wish to proceed? The Royal Guards will enter shortly for the morning inspection."