However, as she glanced at her phone, she was dismayed to discover her account balance was rather insufficient.
Duh.
And now I understand why the original owner subsisted on instant noodles.
I thought she was on a diet.
But turns out she was financially constrained.
Thus she resorted to her tried and trueue method from her previous life.
She ordered a hearty and satisfying dishw beverage.
Before long, a delivery person clad in blue arrived at her doorstep, presenting her with the food.
The red packaging adorned with traditional motifs accompanied by the customary black plastic spoon peaked her appetite.
Mm.
It smells delightful.
As by you eagerly unwrapped the packaging and indulged in her meal, she was taken back to find herself unable to finish even half of it.
Burp she exclaimed, taking a swift sip from her drink, perplexed.
Is my appetite really this small? Oh well, as long as I'm full.
Having satisfied her hunger, Bayou turned her attention to understanding her current predicament.
She opened her laptop, revealing an unfinished manuscript of a novel.
Oh no, I'm not adept at writing novels.
How will I manage from here on? Her brows furrowed in distress as she grappled with her newfound reality.
Given her current physique, resembling a still developing middle school student.
What kind of job could she possibly obtain? How frustrating.
While others who traversed realms came equipped with golden fingers, she was confronted with a mundane challenge of mere sustenance.
Amidst her frantic pacing and despair, a resonant genderless mechanical voice echoed in her mind.
World announcement.
All individuals will enter the magical continent in 1 hour.
Countdown.
59 minutes and 58 seconds.
In this realm, everyone will possess the most equitable opportunity for competition.
In a fantastical realm teeming with diverse races, opportunities coexist with dangers and challenges.
Each individual begins their journey with a castle, a barracks, the ability to summon troops, plunder resources, and grow in strength to compete against myriad factions.
Here, one can attain all they desire: power, wealth, and even immortality.
Huh? Bayou quickly tapped her head.
Could it be that I just imagined that? Although uncertain, a wave of joy washed over her.
Could it be that the heavens, recognizing her plight, had sent her a grand system? Oh yes, prosperity awaits.
As she pondered this, a series of notifications chimed from her phone.
Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong.
Bayou retrieved her phone, discovering that the internet was ablaze with activity.
Various news outlets, including the official accounts of major platforms, issued urgent announcements, all echoing the very voice she had just heard.
Wait, others heard it, too.
What on earth? If that wasn't a system, then what was it? By raised an eyebrow.
Is the apocalypse upon us? It seemed many were still in a state of confusion, merely attempting to calm the masses while netizens responded fervently below.
Brothers, I have awakened the system.
Everyone who sees this message, send me 50 and I shall ensure your future success.
Could it be a VR game developed by some major company? Don't fulfill starting with a castle and acquiring gear through conquest.
Isn't that a classic endorsement by some celebrity? What happens when the hour countdown ends? Amidst the flurry of comments, Bayou realized she was not alone in hearing this announcement.
Even the official channels had weighed in, suggesting that everyone could perceive the voice that a sense of foroding crept over her.
This was a novel experience for all, with some panicking while others displayed reckless bravado.
An hour seemed lengthy, but in reality, it afforded little time to react.
Time slipped away swiftly and the officials failed to provide a satisfactory explanation within that time frame.
They would have to witness what transpired when the countdown concluded.
As the final moments approached, the mechanical voice resonated once more in the minds of all present.
Countdown 3 2 1 0.
As the countdown reached zero, Bayou felt an overwhelming sensation of weightlessness.
Her body instinctively leaning backward, her eyes fluttering shut, initiating Lord status detection.
A voice echoed in her mind, and the anticipated fall did not occur.
Bya's feet firmly met the ground, and she opened her eyes, instinctively alert.
She surveyed her surroundings, only to find herself in a dilapitated castle characterized by grim hues, peeling walls, and the faint scent of mildew in the air.
The dim ambiencece further imbued the surroundings with an eerie quality.
Despite the castle's disrepair, it remained relatively clean.
Where is this? Bayou felt somewhat disoriented and hurried outside to investigate.
The entire sky was shrouded in a dull gray with a few desolate trees scattered around, and in the distance, eerie sounds occasionally echoed.
Beyond this, her gaze was met only with desolation and a sense of oppression.
Surely not again.
I've only just transformed into a beautiful girl for less than 3 hours.
Evidently, she had traversed realms once more, and this time it was not the modern world.
But you glanced down at herself.
Black leather shoes paired with white socks, long fair legs, and still clad in that sailor uniform and pleated skirt.
A sigh of relief escaped her lips.
Thank goodness I haven't turned into some monstrous being.
It's a stroke of fortune amidst misfortune.
Esteemed Lord, welcome home.
Congratulations, Lord, on acquiring your companion weapon, the side of judgment.
The Lord belongs to the most noble lineage of the undead.
With a unit type designated as a summon for the undead, possessing uniqueness.
Ah, what? Before Bayou could fully comprehend the situation, a red bracelet materialized on her right arm, adorned with two small bells.
Curiously, she reached out and touched it, and in an instant, the bracelet detached from her arm, transforming into a colossal sythe.
The sythe measured approximately 1.
8 m in length, towering over her by 20 cm with a blade extending about 80 cm, nearly half the length of the blades.
body.
Iit was predominantly red and black featuring a blade that curved slightly inward emanating a chilling luminescence.
They katied both the top and bottom of the handle sat two skulls, one large and one small.
The upper skulls eyes flickered with blue flames, and the handle was intricately wrapped in white cloth with two bells and ribbons adorning the juncture between the blade and the handled so am I now a reaper.
Though the weapon was undeniably striking, Bayou couldn't help but voice her discontent.
As she grasped the scythe, information about it flooded her mind.
Companion weapon, scythe of judgment.
Quality, commander level, weapon, evolvable.
Active skill, undead summoning magic, tier one.
Passive skill, attack inflict soul.
Damage and withering effect.
Base values doubled.
No wonder by you felt an increase in strength upon wielding the scythe.
However, with a mere weight of 42 kg, how strong could a girl truly be? Even if her strength was doubled, it remained pitifully inadequate.
With a thought, the weapon reverted to a bracelet, reappearing on her right arm.
From this moment forth, your castle will enjoy a novice protection period lasting 7 days.
During this protection period, the castle is in an absolute invincible state.
Once the 7-day protection period concludes, all lords will face the first wave of beast tides.
Should the castle's core crystal be destroyed, you shall vanish along with the castle.
Bayou soon noticed a colossal protective barrier enveloping the castle.
Having undergone a previous traversal, she adapted swiftly to her new reality.
With such supernatural weapons manifesting, the voice in her mind could not possibly be false.
Feeling a sense of urgency by you circled around the castle, discovering various rooms within, though devoid of any equipment.