《A Shameless Self-Insert Story Found on RRL 》 Chapter 1: Applying for Visa to travel to another world. I always, ever since I was a young GiRL, wanted to go into another world. There were so many different ways, each with their own benefits and drawbacks, to get there! When people are killed, they die. Whether they were killed or died some other, natural or unnatural, way, they reincarnate. However, I think dying is painful and well¡­ deadly, so I think I will pass on this¡­ I mean, I can get summoned to another world by pure chance if I¡¯m lucky enough. But, I think my luck stat is so shit that numbers don¡¯t go low enough to express it. If I could see it, I bet it¡¯d just be a brown splotch. Despite that, I succeeded! You want to know what I, your father, did? Hah! Obviously, as you should have guessed from the non-existent foreshadowing I forgot to plug-in and that onomatopoeia chuckle, I used magic of course! If you were to ask me where did I learn magic, I wouldn¡¯t tell you because that increases my mysteriousness and covers my ass for future plot holes. Well, alright. I suppose I could say it if you were to ask nicely. Please ask me! Alright¡­ I learned it from the internet! Everything can be found online these days, including the other world transportation and more importantly porn. Though, I think I¡¯ll skip on the section where a guy shoves a whole jar up his ass for no reason. The discovery was not on accident though. The transportation, I mean, not the 1man1jar thing. I visited a site that was the target of many urban legends, the visit-it-and-you''ll-disappear kind, also known as a creepypasta, and there was a set of instructions there. At first, I was shocked that the site actually existed in real life. I followed the instructions and now, my morbidly obese body is floating in empty space while my layers of fat jiggle oh so slightly. So, yay? It¡¯s just the type of infinite white space you¡¯d expect in a story like this, too. It¡¯s a bit cliche, but that just means it probably worked right. As more time passes, I feel like I''ve entered limbo, purgatory or something else of that nature. There¡¯s nothing here, absolutely nothing but myself and white. I don¡¯t even know how long I¡¯ve been floating about in my underwear. I could swear I¡¯ve spent like, a few hours in here at least. At least, I don¡¯t feel the need to eat, sleep or poop, so that¡¯s a good thing, right? Oh, who am I kidding, neither you nor myself; I fucked this up, didn¡¯t I? This is so fucking fuckety bad. I hate staying in this place so much and I despise the fact I¡¯ve been here for so long! I should have brought a game console, or at least my handheld! Ah, but the instructions make that a bit difficult. I don¡¯t think you can make a machine swallow that many pills at once. Or, like, at all, really. It was hard enough soaking my underwear in that mixture and I doubt a machine could survive being drenched like that. Then, something that was totally unexpected teleported right in front of me out of nothing: a bus. It was a completely normal, blue-colored public transportation vehicle you¡¯d see anywhere, except that the windows were tinted black so I couldn¡¯t see inside it. The side of it even had an advert for¡­ a restaurant offering grilled C¡¯thulu? I mean, that¡¯s as much as I can tell from the pictures and I really can¡¯t read any of the weird letters¡­ ¡°Wanna come aboard, stray soul? This bus is going for Fynas!¡± A skull phased through the front windshield of the bus like a ghost, presumably the driver of the bus from what he said¡­ WHAT THE FUCK? I think Hadrig should be the one to pick me up instead of a skeleton but oh well, I''m going to another world anyway. How I get there is probably unimportant. Wait¡­ am I getting too excited? What if Fynas is another word for hell? That would suck ass more than a straw! Damn¡­ I almost got scammed. ¡°Ummm¡­ What kind of place is Fynas? In simple terms, please¡­¡± My flabby astral mouth opened itself for the first time since I came here. Whew¡­ looks like I can still speak here. It¡¯s a bit weird since I¡¯m pretty sure I¡¯m not even breathing, but questioning these things at this point seems kind of pointless. ¡°Simple, eh? Simple¡­ like for an idiot, right?¡± The driver placed his bony digits under his jaws. His arm had phased through both the windshield and front cover of the bus. The parts of the bus being phased through seemed more like a liquid than a solid, parting for the skeletal driver. ¡°I guess the simplest way to put it would be hardcore sword and magic, low fantasy. It really isn¡¯t very popular with stray souls. At least, the stray souls that know better. A few crazies sometimes come along with unrealistic expectations. Still wanna go?¡± That sucks! I can''t live a medieval life like that! I¡¯m a human from a modern era and I have special needs! ¡°I think I¡¯ll pass on that. When''s the next bus or the next stop?¡± ¡°Well, this will be the last bus passing through Earth because the only god there closed the borders to other worlds in order to keep them from stealing his souls or something.¡± Well, that reminds me of High Chancellor Tump and his quest to stop Aliena Mexca from stealing Murican jobs¡­ Shit. Looks like my luck really is the worst. Ah, but it¡¯s a bus, right? That means it goes to more than one place! ¡°So, after Fynas, where else do you plan on stopping?¡± ¡°My bus is touring around horrible worlds and I think Fynas would be the best by Earth¡¯s standards because you''re most likely to survive there¡­¡± ¡°I think I want to ride the bus to Fynas.¡± The skeleton smiled, cheerfully or I think it did. Either that or it¡¯s greatly surprised. Hard to tell without lips and all that. Anyways, I am going to another world! Isn''t that exciting? I stepped into the bus and looked around. There was nobody there so I sat on the seat right behind the clothed bones driving this thing. I think my seat screamed a little when I sat on it, but that was probably just my imagination. ¡°Can I transfer to another bus?¡± ¡°You can, but you¡¯ll lose all your memories.¡± ¡°There¡¯s no other way?¡± ¡°Nope.¡± ¡°Well, that sucks.¡± ¡°Look, I kinda feel for ya, but it¡¯s your own fault you know? You would¡¯ve had way more luck if you didn¡¯t cling to your old life for so long.¡± Skeleton Driver¡­ I think you and I could have been best friends! If best friends said things like ¡®you should have died sooner¡¯ to each other. Dick. ¡°Yeah¡­¡± The bus suddenly stopped as I felt the inertia kick in. ¡°Well¡­ Thanks mister skeleton, I think I''m going to live my life as a better person from now on.¡± The driver nods then the bus disappears. I am now in front of a small building like the place I went for my first job interview. One floor, windows everywhere, an arrow sign on the side and a pair of glass double-doors at the entrance. It¡¯s actually pretty scary how close it looks to a McRonald¡¯s drive-through. They even have the big yellow ¡®M¡¯ at the top. I have no idea why, though. They actually kicked me out of the interview when I asked why a burger joint called ¡®McRonald¡¯s¡¯ had an ¡®M¡¯ at the top¡­ Actually, fuck those guys. Their food always gave me diarrhea anyway! Well, okay, the fries were good, but that was it! ¡°Welcome to Fynas Soul Immigration, are you here to come for Worldcrossing?¡± A hand-sized butterfly-winged girl came over to me. She had a flower-like dress so she should be a fairy, right? Wait, is that racist? Or speciesist? Maybe it¡¯s fantasist? Well, it¡¯s bound to be something-ist, so I better keep my mouth shut about it. ¡°I think I am.¡±Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions. ¡°Come with me, you have to get your baggage checked and fill up forms.¡± ¡°Wait, I have nothing on me but I can do the forms.¡± ¡°Don''t fool me, you have your body with you, right? Don''t worry, nothing bad will happen to it.¡± The fairy floats away, and I follow behind her on foot. Transparent floor tiles appear under my feet whenever I take a step. It¡¯s weird, but I keep my thoughts to myself. I¡¯d rather not get sent away for questioning stuff again. If I get kicked out of this one, I¡¯m really going to be screwed. She leads me through the glass double doors, and the inside catches me a bit off-guard. It¡¯s nothing like the restaurant I know and hate! It¡¯s much closer to an office space, complete with off-white cubicles, fluorescent lights, and even a shitty carpet from the ¡®80s. There¡¯s even a weird metal detector type thing like from an airport at the door¡­ Are the gods here really that technologically advanced? I mean it breaks the image of them being all ancient and shit. But man, the entrance sure is empty... I mean, there¡¯s a lot of stuff, but not a single person is around besides us! Not to mention it looks a lot bigger on the inside! ¡°Stop looking around too much and follow closely. Not that closely, leave me some personal space.¡± Right, best listen to the fairy-looking thing person whatever it is. I pick up the pace a bit and we pass under the metal-detector-looking thing. In the next instant, I feel my tighty-whities transform into something else. I can¡¯t really see them since my gut is in the way, but it feels¡­ itchy. Also drafty. Is that a loincloth down there?! ¡°Your clothes have been altered to fit this world because anything that the administrator hates will be destroyed.¡± ¡°Oh¡­¡± ¡°And if you''re wondering why the realm has technology from your world, it is because it takes form based on the visitor''s perspective. For me, the gates look like an alarm magical field.¡± Is she an ESPer? Wow¡­ This world is amazing! ¡°No, I cannot read your thoughts.¡± ¡°Huh? But you just-¡± ¡°Look buddy, it¡¯s just a thing called experience, okay? I¡¯ve seen your type so many times that I¡¯m already sick of it. And no, you¡¯re not actually as unique and special as you might think you are.¡± ¡°Oh¡­¡± ¡°... Well, at the very least, you¡¯re the first person to come in just their underwear. So there¡¯s that. Even the naked ones had a couple possessions to their name like a bathtub and razor.¡± She flashes me one of those trademarked business smiles and leads me into the back room. She then gives me me a stack of glossy papers and some kind of transparent pen. I grab the first one and start reading it, but my head starts feeling heavy from just the first paragraph. Who knew that reincarnation needs so much paperwork¡­ I think this isn¡¯t really different from the real life I escaped. After filling up, we continue moving as we reach a bunch of maze-like hallways. After a few turns, about 30 or so times in total, we go through a wooden door and enter a large crowded city square. It had doors and people wherever the eye could see but strangely enough, everybody walking by would pass right through me, like the skeletal driver and his bus. There were all kinds of doors, from golden ones to broken ones. ¡°Now, you are on your own in picking your divine patron, I suggest choosing one of the biggest gods but oh well! You can go without one but you will not obtain a class, which is essential in you want to live long here. No pressure and good luck, you¡¯ll need plenty of it.¡± ¡°Wait!¡± And she vanished¡­ I sighed mentally in my head before beginning to think ways of overcoming this dilemma. My life has been unfortunate but I think that I amassed a massive amount of karma because of that. I''m gonna be trusting my luck on this one. I mean, it¡¯s never helped before but it doesn¡¯t hurt to test it out. What could go wrong? I closed my eyes and spun round and round until nausea came to me. It took a few seconds before the nausea went away and I opened my eyes. In front of me was an old wooden door which sign reads: OPEN. The door was rough and covered in knots and scratches. Oh, it seems to be an unpopular deity¡­ but let''s believe in my luck for once. I twist the knob and entered. Beyond the door, was an unkempt medieval office with scrolls everywhere and an office lady who was fast asleep. She had dull brown robes and hair that reminds me of a warm fireplace for some reason. ¡°Um-¡± ¡°A soul hast finally came! I am deeply grateful to thee.¡± The robed scribe suddenly stand up like shark smelling blood. She cleared her throat before speaking in a normal fashion. ¡°Sorry for that¡­ It was a bad habit I learnt as a deity.¡± Her hand frantically waves around in order to explain. Not like I cared about it... ¡°That''s okay I guess?¡± ¡°Really? Then, are you here to check what I have to offer? I don''t really have any followers so my powers are limited.¡± She looks curiously at me as if appraising everything I have. ¡°From your physique and general aura, are you a cook?¡± Oh fuck, did she just roast me indirectly? It¡¯s not like I¡¯m Rordon fucking Gamsey. Physique refers to how I¡¯m a fatass. ¡°Just because I''m fat and I like cooking, doesn''t mean I''m a cook... I''m actually unemployed." ¡°Sorry! I don''t mean to poke fun at you. It''s just lately, people that come here seek strength to overwhelm anything and I don''t have any of that because I''m the lady of the Changing Hearth.¡± Oh, she''s actually fine¡­ I think I should take this chance now. I hate being exploited like some god of war. Karotos, I¡¯m talking about you... ¡°I think I might go for a pacifistic life¡­ It would be hard to survive if you''re too strong. People will be after your life constantly and it¡¯d get boring at some point.¡± She sincerely smiled like an angel¡­ I can feel a halo glowing on her. ¡°Really? But I have a condition however¡­¡± I wonder what it would be¡­ ¡°Don''t form contracts with other deities! I have learnt my lesson from last time I had believers!¡± ¡°Well¡­ Okay!¡± She looks at me blankly before frantically moving her mouth. ¡°A-a-are you sure?¡± I gave a nod to show my approval. She leaped off her chair with great delight. ¡°Thank you so much!¡± ¡°You''re welcome?¡± She lightly clears her throat. ¡°Now then, let''s begin with the migration process but before that- we don''t even know each other''s names! Let''s begin by introducing to one another.¡± ¡°I''m N¡¯he, Aid-¡± What did I just say? N¡¯he isn''t my last name! ¡°Wait, that''s not my real name! My name is Aideca-¡± Again? Aideca is my email minus the numbers, symbols, and part about liking large breasts. What the fuck am I doing, saying my email to a goddess? ¡°I see, so you must''ve realized your true name, you can''t use it in divine realms unless you are aware of it¡­ Most mortals won''t even know if it throughout their entire lives.¡± Am I some kind of big shot now? My ¡°true¡± name is ugly... ¡°Fine, I''m Aideca En N¡¯he¡­¡± The thing I hate the most with my name is that- ¡°That''s a nice name, To Change From Lethargy, huh¡­¡± ¡°I would prefer you call me something else. That name basically tells my story of regrets.¡± ¡°Okay then Ain¡¯he, I am Rethah the lady of the Changing Hearth, a deity who grants mortal homes minor perks. Nice to meet you. You can call me anything you want.¡± ¡°The introductions are done. When''s the process actually going to start, lady Rethah?¡± ¡°Okay, hold out your hand. No, your other hand. I would need to know your soul composition before giving you a body and a blessing.¡± I hold out my stubby left hand as her slender fingers traced through my palm, glowing. The light jumped out, forming letters in the air. Compatible Bases: ¡°Looks like you''re going to be human¡­¡± ¡°Will I be able to change my physique if I choose to be one? Being fat would not be so handy if I''m going to live in Fynas.¡± ¡°Sadly, you can''t¡­ Crossing worlds with a weak soul is impossible without a familiar vessel. Your new body has to be similar.¡± ¡°How about the second choice?¡± ¡°The sprite path is available but you barely have any compatibility with it. I mean, look at the floating letters, it wasn¡¯t even spelled out fully. I doubt you would like it. You can have a better body but you will feel awkward with it.¡± ¡°My body already felt awkward as it is. There won''t be much of a difference if I choose sprite.¡± ¡°If you insist¡­ Don''t tell me I didn''t warn you. Here is your final chance and forever more know that this door will be closed to you.¡± The letters went back into my hands as flames leaped off, forming words. Classes ¡°What''s with this¡­¡± ¡°I told you, you won''t find power.¡± ¡°Why is there a maid class here? Shouldn''t it be butler?¡± ¡°That''s certainly strange¡­ And it''s on top of your list- Maid is a gender restricted class! There''s no way that a fat man could turn into one! This is madness!¡± Yes indeed¡­ but such a way of saying so reminds me of that movie, 500. ¡°I''m curious if I''m actually able to become one despite being male¡­¡± ¡°Are you serious, Ain''he? I''m actually curious but I would rather not waste my next Blessed¡­¡± ¡°Oh hey, I picked it.¡± ¡°... May you succeed on this endeavor¡­ Try not to die...¡± Ain¡¯he - Sprite Maid Lv1 ¡°Well, wish me luck. I wanna make this a success¡­¡± Everything turned dark before great agony assaulted my body. Chapter 2: Min-Maxing A Mage Would Cripple Your Mage. It hurts so much¡­ This is why I avoided the death route to get here! It felt like being dissected alive by clumsy scientists with the lab placed on a moving roller coaster. That was like a near death experience but hey, I''m alive! ¡°Fuck you! You nearly died, moron! Stupid! Idiot¡± A familiar voice jolted my senses awake. Oh no, Lady Rethah sounds angry. I could practically feel the heat of her anger rolling in from her general direction. An unfamiliar wooden ceiling greets me as I opened my eyes from my agonizing sleep. ¡°What did you say?! I thought you were joking about the don''t die part!¡± Lady Rethah yelled. I tried to rise but invisible needles stung the rest of my body besides the face. Is this sleep paralysis? ¡°Shut up and stop moving! I had to do everything I got just to stop your ethereal sprite body from disintegrating, so don¡¯t you start undoing all my hard work!¡± ¡­ So that was a near death experience¡­ ¡°Never mind that. I''m here to guide you, and I can hear your loud thoughts so you don''t have to speak loudly; you''ll sound crazy if you did so publicly.¡± Okay... So, what exactly happened to me? ¡°I had to place human flesh on your fading ethereal body while gluing them together. It was hard because your body kept changing!¡± It''s hard to imagine¡­ But that has to be a grotesque scene, huh. Was it gross? ¡°I think I just made you into a new race by doing that weird thing.¡± Seriously?That sounds ¡­ interesting... But putting that aside, why would you wanna guide me? ¡°It should be obvious! Being a deity gets boring and sleeping is too, so I used to talk to my followers about mortal affairs whenever I''m free. But now, Ain¡¯he, only you are my follower.¡± Geez, that sounds so lonely¡­ no wonder she¡¯s so irritable all the time. So now, can you tell me what''s my body¡¯s condition? I can''t really see my body when I¡¯m paralyzed like this. ¡°You''re not in my divine realm anymore, Ain¡¯he, so I can''t appraise you just like that. There''s an unused marble ID there, you should probably search for it after your condition wears off.¡± ¡°ID? That exists here?¡± ¡°Yes, identification cards serve as personal self-appraisal devices here. It shows the abilities of the user, but don''t worry, people still need permission if they want to know anything that''s on cards.¡± Wow¡­ That''s handy but since I''m planning a pacifist run, I think I won''t get to use it that much. Oh, I can move now¡­ My slim hand entered my view as I tested my movements. ¡°No way! A human shouldn''t be able to- ah, I forgot you are now something else¡­¡± Rethath muttered. I think she''s getting surprised too much. I should probably get up now that I can move, but I think my astonishment topples hers. I mean, I just lost like a few hundred pounds for free without doing anything! Even though, I kind of hate the strange feeling of not being able to clench my fists tightly, being free of my excess baggage feels nice! I think there''s a line for situations like this¡­ Wanna know the secret of losing a hundred pounds in a day? ¡°Who are you talking to? Hurry up and sort yourself out!¡± Calm yourself, woman! Don''t you have better things to do? ¡°For the sake of you, my follower, I shall ignore that statement you just made¡­¡± Oops¡­ I can feel deep vengeance from her voice. I slowly rose to sit on whatever I''m laying down on this entire time. Hey, it''s a bed! I looked down at my body, expecting the thick fatty layers but there was none, thank god! But I think having no abs is kinda disappointing but who cares, I''m a changed man! I slowly lift the blanket to see my little elephant between my legs but unfortunately, he still hasn''t grown¡­ He remained a calf all this time, why didn''t you grow??? It seems that the loincloth has loosened so I have to re-adjust it to fit my new waist size. After the preparations I''m ready to go on a treasure hunt for an ID. ¡°If I remember correctly, my previous Pope should''ve left it next to the summoning bed.¡± Thank you. Now, my treasure hunt is ruined¡­ I turned my head to the left and find a marble-like stone card on top of a bedside table. I picked it up but nothing happened. So, what now? ¡°You have to focus on-¡± That''s cliched as fuck but I focused on the white stone card in my hands while I closed my eyes. I kept concentrating for a few minutes until-The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. ¡°Hey, you got connected to it. Why did you wait 15 minutes?¡± Oh, I felt nothing so I thought I have to concentrate more. Opening my eyes, I can see a status screen on the card like it''s a phone displaying a mobile game character¡¯s stats. Strangely enough, I seem to understand the meaning and scaling of each stat. C is average, B is it''s strong while B is weak. What worries me is that I saw an E+ stat, it basically means it''s an attribute I can barely use. ¡èMenu ?General? Ain¡¯he - Hearth Mansprite, Maid Saint Lv 1 Age: 0 Gender: Male Ability: Skills: ¡°My magic stat is broken¡­ What the hell. I''m a maid, right?¡± ¡°C¡¯mon! Show me!¡± I unconsciously tapped the menu button and selected the privacy tab and authorized Lady Rethah to view my status. ¡°Oh¡­ It''s because you''re a Sprite. Since they are ethereal spirits in the material plane, they have absolute affinity to whatever they''re aligned with and they have a racial magic skill for that.¡± Then, Sprites are OP as mages. ¡°They have glaring flaws too, they can''t learn any magic unrelated to their affinity, they have heavily penalized stats besides charisma and magic. They are also locked from any magic class besides their racial exclusives.¡± Why are you speaking to me like it''s a game? ¡°Anything we say is translated automatically. I''m speaking about their general strength and you''re probably hearing about their numbers.¡± Suddenly, my stomach roared. Now that I think of it, I still haven''t eaten. ¡°You can use the Sanctuary¡¯s kitchen to cook. It should be preserved perfectly with magic.¡± I tried to stand up beside the bed but I staggered as my thin legs can''t handle my weight. Fortunately, I leaned on the smooth stone wall nearby so that I won''t fall down. You can feel the effect of E+ strength. My body strangely feels breezy¡­ ¡°You''re naked¡­¡± ¡­ Oh¡­ After getting used to my weight, my eyes were drawn to the closet at the corner of the room. I think I should dress up first. I walked towards it while leaning on the wall for support. I think I should''ve followed her instructions¡­ It even hurts to walk on this form. ¡°There''s a maid uniform inside that closet. You better equip it.¡± Why would I wear that thing? I''m a guy! ¡°Being on maid class, you have affinity for maid uniforms. If you equip something you have affinity, you''ll get bonuses like they get lighter and more effective.¡± It''s just clothing. Who cares. I have my pride! ¡°Most clothes here are heavy for your body so picking the lightest one should reduce the burden you''re currently experiencing.¡± I changed my mind. I stepped in front of the closet, steeled with resolve to equip this forbidden armor called maid uniform. I pulled the door lightly but it didn''t budge so I yanked it hard with all my strength. The creaky door opened and I clumsily fell from the excess force I used. Ouch! Life must be on hard mode¡­ I must persevere. ¡°Are you alright, Ain¡¯he?¡± Yeah, I think. After a few awkward attempts, I got back to my feet as I find the maid. My butt still hurts. ¡°The blouse is on the right most part-¡± The passing moments were a blur, I followed Lady Rethah¡¯s instructions as my body grew heavier from the clothes. I put on the blouse first then a better loincloth. After that, I struggled to wear a plain black dress that weighed a ton. Shit¡­ Why didn''t it get lighter? ¡°Just a little more, you need to tie that white apron on the leftmost part and you¡¯ll feel the blessing.¡± I grabbed the white apron while gritting my teeth. The thing felt like I was lifting that katana back from my uncle¡¯s house. I quickly put it on through the neck before my legs fell in exhaustion. I painfully rolled my body before tying the knot on the back. Then after that, the iron-heavy clothes returned to normal and strangely enough my body feels lighter too. I effortlessly stood up as my mind froze in wonder. ¡°I survived¡­¡± I whispered right before my stomach screamed for food. I quickly ran through the door before turning left. ¡°Continue down the hallway until a double door appears on the right. That''s the kitchen.¡± I followed her instructions and got through the door to see a medieval kitchen in its full glory. I looked around the shelves and thank god they are translated already. I grabbed a bottle of cooking oil and two eggs. I placed them on a counter opposite from what looks like a stove. I looked at the stove and opened a weird door. Oh, I have to light up the coal inside¡­ ¡°You can use your Hearthflame skill for that.¡± I fished my card from my pocket and select the Skill tab from the Menu. ¡èMenu Skills: Personal. Maid¡¯s Soul Your soul is perfectly attuned with the maid blessing that it changes your body. Grants great bonuses on maid affinities and skills. Racial. Hearthflame Casting Stat: Mag. Allows you to create a harmless flame with the controllable burn property that can warm or purify your home and cook too. Assigning activation triggers for macros will skip casting phase. (Considered as a maid skill) [Macro] Class. Maidcrafts AP: 12 Grants access to the maid Nexus to learn any related skill. Access points depends on the maid class level and contribution to the Nexus. [Access] I tapped the macro button and assigned a tiny flame on my left hand¡¯s index finger if I snap it. Clack. A small flame appears before I light up the stove. I closed the stove door. ¡°You can adjust the temperature too!¡± I know. I''m increasing it already. I focused my mind into the flame, commanding it to get hotter. I swiped a pan nearby as I poured oil into it. I waited until the oil began evaporating before cracking the eggs. They sizzled as they released an hunger-inducing scent. Oh man¡­ I didn''t add any salt because I was too hungry to think of spices. On the counter behind me, I opened the drawers to find a spatula to scoop off the eggs once they''re cooked. Once the eggs have fully solidified, I placed them on a dish from a nearby cabinet. Is there bread around here? ¡°There''s plain ones on the same shelf you took the eggs from.¡± I didn''t notice them though¡­ It took much effort to find the naturally hidden bread but it was worth it for it was shaped like a hamburger bun. I mean why did it have to be next to the brown ingredients and it¡¯s texture!!! It looked like a big fucking potato for me. I sliced the bread in halves and placed the eggs inside. In my sweet victory, I took a bite while honoring my goddess with a small mental prayer. To think that my first day in another world would make me struggle so hard¡­ This world sure is hardcore, I shouldn''t dabble in combat in the future¡­