Inside the room.
The girl lay sprawled on the bed, loose as a cat in the sun. A strip of pale skin showed at her neck, faintly flushed by the light pouring through the window. But her eyes were locked on the tablet in front of her, sharp and serious like she was facing some great battle.
“Whoa. Hidden gem. Saved.”
A smile bloomed on her stunning face. Her fingers tapped the screen twice in quick, clean motions. Then she rolled over, reached to the bedside table, and grabbed a bottle of Bear-Shaped Hard Candy-flavored fizzy drink.
She tipped her head back and took a hard gulp.
Then came a burp.
Satisfied, she pulled her silver hair over her chest, rubbed her cheek against it, and narrowed her eyes in pure bliss, like she was hugging silk spun from moonlight.
“So pretty.”
Three years ago, Moses Whitmore had crossed into this world called Blue Star.
It was nothing like the world she came from. Here, ability users walked the land, strange beasts prowled in the dark, and danger sat in every corner with its fangs bared.
But Moses Whitmore had no interest in saving the world.
What she wanted was simple: stay home, watch anime, eat, sleep, and keep her head down. She might not be fat, but she was a full-blooded shut-in at heart. Lying low was the right path. As for the world being in crisis? She could not care less.
In her old world, school and work had already ground her half to death. Now she had finally transmigrated, and people still expected her to rise up and save everything?
Come on. Even a hero needs a day off.
So in these past three years, aside from going to school, her life had gone in a clean loop:
watch anime, eat, sleep.
Then a voice rang out.
“Ding. Male God Training System binding in progress…”
“Oh.”
Moses Whitmore answered without any spirit at all. Her eyes never once left the tablet.
System: “…”
“Ding. Mission released. Host, please check it at once.”
“Oh.”
She still stared fixedly at the tablet. The anime had hit its key moment. Her lips pressed together, and her lovely face turned tense, full of nervous focus.
Meanwhile, a certain system was off in the corner, holding a twig and drawing circles on the ground in grievance.
“Wait. What did you say your name was?”
Not long after, the anime ended.
Only then did Moses Whitmore remember she seemed to have unlocked some kind of system.
“Male God Raising System!” the system said, its voice carrying a smug little lift.
Moses lowered her head and glanced at the two full curves on her chest. Yeah... no matter how you looked at it, they were at least a C.
Before transmigration or after, she, Moses Whitmore, was a real woman through and through.
So why the hell had she awakened a Male God Raising System?
“You think my gender matches your setup?” Moses asked. Her pretty eyes were full of blunt, honest confusion.
“Uh...” The system choked for a second. “About that. I kind of bound the wrong person by accident.”
Moses stared at it.
“Then what system was I supposed to get?”
“Goddess Raising System.”
The system kept its true thoughts buried deep.
No way was it going to tell her that after staring at men day in and day out, it had gotten sick of it and deliberately grabbed the wrong host just to change the flavor.
Moses narrowed her eyes. “So that means somewhere, some guy unlocked the Goddess Raising System?”
“Uh... yes.”
In some other plane, at that very moment, a certain young man had already gone black in the face and stormed out to buy a little skirt.
The second Moses pictured that scene, laughter nearly slipped out of her.
“Ding. Host, please check your mission as soon as possible.”
Moses opened the panel and swept her eyes over it.
Mission: “Go buy men’s clothing. Reward: Random Ability ×1.”
The moment she read it, her face fell.
“Why is it an ability? If I don’t have money, how am I supposed to live?”
She looked utterly wronged, like the world had cheated her and kicked her once for good measure.
The system panicked at once and hurriedly added another line to the reward.
Reward: 100,000 cash.
Couldn’t be helped. If it didn’t spoil its own host, who would?
Moses blinked, then asked, “System, if I don’t do the mission, are you going to erase me?”
Moses Whitmore blinked with pitiful, watery eyes.
“Of course not. Killing at every turn is way too violent. And I’d have to find a new host after that. What a pain.”
The system looked at her like that and, for a moment, actually felt a bit softhearted. It swallowed back the words it had almost said.
“That’s good then.” Inside, the little devil in Moses Whitmore’s heart curled its lips into a sly grin.
She gave a smug little chuckle, flopped back onto the bed, grabbed her tablet, and made it plain she had no intention of doing the task at all.
System: “...”
“Well, I may not kill you. But with a face like yours, in a world like this, that’s danger walking on two legs. Chastity and all that... tsk, tsk. Doesn’t look like you care much anyway.”
The system let out a dark little laugh and started threatening her outright.
Moses Whitmore froze.
Her mind instantly ran wild, one horrible scene after another crashing through her head. A bead of cold sweat slid down her forehead.
Too terrifying.
Absolutely not.
That kind of thing could never happen to her.
“Let me make this clear first! I’ve got no interest in saving this world! If you don’t agree, I’ll ruin this face right now!”
Moses Whitmore snatched up an eyebrow razor, pointed it at her own face, and threatened it with deadly seriousness.
The system fell silent inside.
“...Can somebody tell me,” it thought, “is she threatening me?”
“Fine, fine, I agree. Just put the razor down already.” The system put on a panicked tone, afraid she might really hurt herself.
“But... I really don’t want to go out!”
Moses Whitmore looked at her soft, springy bed with pure misery written all over her face. For a shut-in slob like her, every trip outside felt like bitter training.
The system suddenly had the strong feeling it had bound the wrong person. At this point, it even started wondering if it was still possible to run.
“I can do today’s task for you,” it said at last. “But tomorrow’s task? If you don’t do it, I’ll kill you on the spot. Dare to agree?”
Moses Whitmore hesitated.
She vaguely remembered that tomorrow seemed to be some very important day.
“You don’t dare?” The system caught that hesitation at once. Afraid she might think it through, it pressed harder and goaded her again.
“Dare?” Moses Whitmore answered in a flash this time.
Of course she dared.
Her rule in life was simple: if something could be shoved back a day, then shove it back a day.
“Good.”
In the next breath, three neat, handsome sets of men’s clothes dropped onto Moses Whitmore’s bed out of nowhere. At the same time, the system panel flickered, and the task line turned complete.
Moses Whitmore’s eyes lit up at once. She claimed the reward with a grin so wide it nearly split her face.
A sharp ding came from her phone.
The banking app showed the transfer had arrived.
One hundred thousand.
Moses Whitmore froze for half a second, then flopped backward and rolled around on the bed like she’d lost her mind from joy. Her hair went messy, the blanket twisted into a rope, and her face was full of pure, shameless happiness.
“A system-hacked life really is different,” she muttered, hugging the quilt and kicking her legs. “A few words and a hundred grand just lands in my account. Too damn good.”
At this moment, she had no way of knowing that those few casual words today would leave behind a lifelong mental scar.
As for the random ability reward, what she drew was an S-rank fire ability.
Moses Whitmore’s thoughts stirred.
With a soft whoosh, a flame appeared in her palm out of thin air.
The fire burned bright and clean, its glow painting her face in warm gold. It did not scorch her skin in the slightest. It sat there like a tamed spirit, jumping lightly between her fingers. She tried moving her hand, then narrowing her eyes. Sure enough, the flame bent with her will. Round, long, flat, thin. It changed however she wanted.
Very quickly, that little mass of fire took the shape of an anime character she liked very much.
The tiny fiery figure stood on her palm, vivid and lively, as if it might move the next second.
“Abilities are amazing!” Moses Whitmore stared at the flame in her hand, her eyes practically sparkling.
The system fell silent.
To be exact, it had already lost count of how many times it had gone speechless today.
An S-rank ability.
Used like this?
If any other ability user saw what Moses Whitmore was doing, they would probably clutch their chests and shout that such a treasure was being ruined.
But Moses Whitmore did not care about any of that. She poked at the little figure made of fire, her face full of fresh curiosity, like a child who had just found a new toy.
Then her expression shifted.
She rubbed her chin and muttered, serious as could be, “I wonder if this can be used to cook.”
The question sat on her face plain and honest.
Then, without the slightest hesitation, she made up her mind on the spot.
“I’ll try it tonight.”
The system felt tired down to its core and did not want to say a single word.
Still, it had managed to dig a pit for Moses Whitmore this time. The moment it thought of her face tomorrow, it felt instantly refreshed.
On the calendar, one date had been circled.
It was tomorrow.
Below the date was a line of small writing.
“New semester starts.”
There was even a crying face drawn after it.
But at this very moment, Moses Whitmore had yet to react at all. She was still completely immersed in testing the uses of her fire ability, her attention burning hotter than the flame itself.
As for whether those uses were proper or not—
That was another matter entirely.
