“This is making my head spin…”
The blinding glow of transmigration roared with deafening noise, carrying a mix of anticipation and rosy expectations. Mo Ran had already woken up—on a bed?
Wait a minute. Why a bed?
Mo Ran opened her eyes wide, piecing together what had happened.
Right…
She had transmigrated into the game Camiran Continent as the Hero. After years of struggle, she had finally slain the final boss, the Evil Dragon.
The world had returned to peace and tranquility. Undoubtedly a good ending.
That was how it should have been…
Mo Ran lifted her head and scanned the bedroom around her.
“This is weird. My room shouldn’t be this luxurious. Wait… ?!”
Why did her voice sound so delicate?
It was like the clear chime of a babbling brook—pleasant and soothing, as if it could heal all the woes of the world…
The only problem was, this was unmistakably the voice of a girl!
And besides, she should have been sent back to the real world the moment the mission was complete, right?
That had been her assumption, at least. But then she spotted the sword hanging on the ornate wall, and it struck her anxious heart like a thunderbolt…
Wasn’t that freaking Holy Sword of hers?!
Damn that Old God! He had promised to send her back to her own world once the task was done! But instead, he dumped her right back in this godforsaken Camiran Continent—and turned her into a cute little girl to boot. How was any of this okay?
Mo Ran looked down at her body, unsure whether to laugh or cry.
She could laugh because her guess had been spot on: the sunny, righteous young man full of vigor had become a well-developed young woman. Silvery-white hair cascaded over the pink canopy bed. A black lolita dress hugged her slender waist, while her fair, shapely legs gleamed with seductive allure beneath sheer black stockings.
A full-length mirror stood opposite the bed, mercilessly reflecting this cruel truth. Mo Ran had always adored girls like this, but why—why!—did this adorable one have to be her?
She could cry because she had lost something incredibly important.
“Damn it…”
Just as Mo Ran was about to throw her head back and howl at the injustice of that wretched god’s treatment…
She realized her hands and feet were shackled with heavy iron chains, pinning her firmly to the bed without the slightest room to move.
Splayed out in a big “X” on the bed, adorned in all manner of cute frills and lace, Mo Ran was now a defenseless, fragile maiden.
Come on, even if they hated her guts, was this any way to treat her? She had just beaten the Evil Dragon, and this was her reward—chained up in a place like this?!
Mo Ran tried to summon her magic, but nothing happened. Zilch.
The chains didn’t budge an inch. They were clearly made to restrain her specifically.
“Mo Ranran, are you awake~?”
“…Huh?”
In her moment of despair, a familiar voice echoed in her ears. Mo Ran strained to lift her little head again and saw that figure…
A lithe, graceful waist and legs shimmered teasingly beneath layers of silk. The low-cut, backless black gown seemed to blend into the stormy night outside.
Two prominent horns protruded from the girl’s head, and her crimson pupils deepened the impression etched in Mo Ran’s mind.
“E-Evil Dragon?”
She stared in shock.
What the hell? Hadn’t this thing just died under her sword? How was it up and about, coming after her now? But Mo Ran didn’t remember the Evil Dragon having a human body—or being such a beautiful girl, for that matter.
Something was off…
How did the Evil Dragon even know her?!
“Hmm, cute little Mo Ranran. Do you remember who I am? You haven’t forgotten, have you?”
The gentle, playful face from her memories gradually overlapped with the Evil Dragon’s features, forming a truth Mo Ran could scarcely accept.
“You’re… Leia?”
“You finally recognized me~”
Leia tilted her head and stepped closer, her dragon tail swishing side to side. Those blood-red eyes brimmed with a manic intensity, as if she wanted to devour Mo Ran whole.
Mo Ran’s memory of her was especially vivid because Leia was the heroine of Camiran Continent—a key member of the Hero Party.
Mo Ran had handled the frontline charges and assaults, while Leia, as the heroine, excelled in all manner of magic, from healing to buffs. She knew them like the back of her hand…
Tragically, during one battle against the Demon King Army and the Evil Dragon, the heroine had been gravely wounded and fallen deathly ill. Mo Ran had kept vigil at her bedside countless times.
Fragments of memory replayed in her mind.
“I’m sorry, Hero. I… I can’t fight alongside you anymore.”
“It’s okay. Just focus on getting better…”
“As expected, it’s the Hero who cares about me the most…”
“I’m just checking on my teammate’s condition.”
At that moment, Leia lowered her head. Mo Ran had no idea what she was thinking, only hearing her murmur weakly, like a dying ember on the verge of winking out.
“Idiot.”
“…”
“Before I fall asleep, don’t let go of my hand, okay?”
But the war didn’t stop on her account.
Faced with the Evil Dragon’s massive horde, the Hero Party abandoned one stronghold after another—until the camp where Leia lay recuperating became a thorn in the side of the Demon Race armies.
Mo Ran knew full well that if they sacrificed that camp as bait, everyone else would have a shot at survival. Hell, it might even open the door to a counterattack.
So Mo Ran made her choice.
“Abandon her.”
Abandon the dying heroine.
It was just a virtual game world, after all, wasn’t it?
As long as she beat the game, she could return to reality, right?
Once she was back in the real world, none of it mattered—the Camiran Continent, the Hero Party, the heroine. All of it was fake. Just a bog-standard RPG on her computer, one she’d cleared so many times she couldn’t be bothered to boot it up anymore.
But that flimsy illusion shattered right in front of this woman.
“Leia, are you the real Leia? But you shouldn’t… No, none of this adds up!”
“Mo Ranran’s forgotten all about me ever since abandoning me that day, hasn’t she?”
Now Mo Ran finally understood. She finally pieced together what had happened…
She glanced at the calendar on the bedside table. The date was written there in clear letters:
“2312.”
Due to some glitch, she’d triggered the second playthrough of “Camiran Continent.”
But with one crucial twist: Leia, the game’s heroine, had become the final boss—the Evil Dragon that had to be slain!
As for Mo Ran herself…
Her gaze drifted up from her well-formed breasts. Etched deep into the pale skin above them was a faint red triangle. It wasn’t obvious, but she knew exactly what it was.
The Evil Dragon’s Curse.
Legend had it that any human branded with that mark would lose their mind, slowly turning into the Evil Dragon’s slave. They might even become its vassal—a traitor humanity had to hunt down and eradicate!
Could it be…
Could her own transformation into a girl be tied to her?!
Right then, the heroine—no, the final boss of the Camiran Continent—Leia raked her gaze greedily over Mo Ran’s body with unmistakable malice. She licked her lips and purred,
“Looks like Mo Ranran’s figured it out. That’ll make this so much easier!”
“W-what are you doing? Stay back!”
Leia slipped off her black high heels and swung one stocking-clad leg onto the edge of the pink bed. Her eyes burned with obsessive “love,” a fervor ready to swallow the pitiful Mo Ran whole.
Mo Ran had wanted to put up a brave front…
“Wahhh…”
But this girl’s body wouldn’t listen to her. Tears poured down her cheeks in a torrent, leaving her looking heartbreakingly vulnerable.
She could barely recall her days as the hot-blooded Hero anymore.
Watching Leia close in, Mo Ran tasted true “despair” for the first time. She thrashed feebly against her iron chains and caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror across from the bed. The image only made her trembling limbs go weaker still.
Leia’s words slithered over her like an aphrodisiac, sending shivers racing up Mo Ran’s spine.
She leaned in close to Mo Ran’s ear and breathed softly,
“So, my cute little Mo Ran… how exactly do you plan to repay me for abandoning me?”
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