[Solo Female Heroine System: Updated]
{Warning! Warning! Target [William Caesar] has been detected.} {Anomaly detected within the entity's soul.The original soul is likely not present in the body.}
Unbelievable...
After a mere three seconds of intense, locked eye contact... the protagonist completely disregarded her. With utter coldness, he turned and placed his bags on the moving baggage claim conveyor.
He walked away with his group, disappearing from sight as they rounded a corner.
Lorian felt a chill run down her spine from that momentary look in his eyes.
The system's proclamation to begin the mission, coupled with that final warning, wasn't just enough to shatter her already precarious mental stability.
It was enough to make someone in her position suicidal, screaming internally that this wasn't fair.
"Bad... this is extremely bad."
These were illogical actions for the protagonist of a simple harem novel she wrote—a character designed to smile his way through every valley.
She muttered under her breath, "If the soul itself has been altered, how will the world's plot even proceed?"
The novel's protagonist was designed with a core drive to save the world, no matter the cost.
Even in a world largely governed by women, most men lacked the specific, innate charisma—that "alpha" familiarity—the protagonist possessed to effortlessly attract and subdue the heroines.
Beyond that, a changed soul meant a fundamentally changed protagonist.
And if he's changed, there's no guarantee this new entity would even want to be a savior, let alone be willing to put in the immense effort the original protagonist did in the story.
"Does he even know this is a novel's world?"
Lorian finally reached the baggage claim area, now crowded with students who had placed their luggage.
She approached the counter where a woman sat, caked in a ton of makeup, holding a clipboard and pen. A name tag was pinned to her uniform:
[Frances Lonprett]
"Student's name," the woman said flatly, not looking up.
"Eleanor Mathioth."
The woman sat at her computer, pulled out a card that looked like one from a luxury hotel, and slid it under the glass partition.
"After the opening speech, you may proceed to collect your academy-issued belongings from your locker in the girls' changing room."
A printer whirred, she slapped the printed label onto a pile of bags, and finally, Lorian's luggage entered the conveyor system.
A cold, imposing, and flamboyant aura—
These were the only traits one could perceive from the new aura surrounding the protagonist now.
"Attractive enough," she mused briefly.
"A harem isn't far off."
And perhaps even closer than with the previous protagonist.
"Calm down. It's still just a possibility."
The system's words about a "detected possibility" were clear enough—it was, after all, framed as a warning notification.
"But what are the odds?"
Higher than average, if she thought about it.
It was all so simple. She hadn't written the protagonist's actions upon entering the academy—only the characters' appearances, the architectural layout of the buildings...
and his thoughts. Just that.
His mannerisms, his way of moving, his detailed interactions—none of that had been described. After all, it was a fast-paced novel.
The solution?
"The welcome speech for new students."
To erase all doubt, she needed living proof.
And what had been written about the protagonist's behavior during the first major incident was crystal clear to the author...
...Her expression tightened slightly as she examined the photo and information on the card.
Compressed and efficient.
Age. Name. First Year...Assigned Class. And the photo.
The academy's emblem was printed flamboyantly on the back of the card.
Guardian Academy.
The experience would have been genuinely exciting if not for this cursed body.
"First, I have to put on the standard academy uniform."
She'd been given her locker number and combination, prepared specifically for her.
"A curse on these tight clothes."
She knew it was because of "fan service" that the decision was made to make the uniforms excessively tight, to accentuate the girls' figures.
"That's a regret for another time... Maybe we can all just stroll around naked next time I decide to rewrite things."
A curse on this entire world.
The order to prevent a harem from forming around the protagonist was utterly crushing her. Seriously, this is a harem world!
How can I possibly alter its fundamental nature?
He doesn't even know yet if the protagonist is the same person or not.
The chance of eliminating the harem with the original protagonist is low... but there's a chance, knowing his established settings since she's his author.
But if it's a different person inside... well, she could just try to enjoy the rest of her days before she dies.
"I just wish all of this would end."
Lorian missed his male body. He yearned for it.He didn't choose to be transported as a girl, and he was still suffering from his period, the pain affecting his movements even today.
He could make some sacrifices, as long as it stayed away from anything physical, to avoid losing himself completely. He had to try his best.
Lorian's walking finally led him to the changing room. When he opened the door, he saw things that made his lips downturn as if gravity itself had been activated upon them.
Stepping into the girls' locker room... the only thing in short supply was the number of girls actually wearing clothes.
A paradise for single men. This scene alone could empty a box of tissues.
"Asses plumped up like prize-winning cattle... what in the actual hell?"
There was an array of creams, lotions, serums, and glittery body powders everywhere.
If he'd seen this spectacle in his previous life, his little brother would have sensed the aroma and registered his presence even before crossing the threshold.
"F*ck me... no, this is too much."
One girl had a profoundly offensive phrase printed on her underwear.
"I now understand why the system listed my 'Mental State: Angry'... I'm genuinely planning to punch someone."
"If someone were to ask now where you can change your clothes, they wouldn't know...
From an internal male perspective, when comparing these girls' bodies, they're at most a quarter of Eleanor's... of course, excluding the other main heroines.
And that's the worst part.
Yet, Eleanor is still classified as one of the most beautiful girls—otherwise, why would that idiot Milosh, her old roommate, have picked a fight over a fictional character?
'And this isn't good for a man's heart.'
You can't imagine what it's like for someone who was once a man and now possesses such an attractive body—it's not good in any way.
Eleanor finally walked in, trying to avoid the clothes and containers scattered on the floor...
She needed to take her clothes and go change in the bathroom...
She had already opened the locker and taken out her designated bag.
'Hi, Eleanor! How are you?'
'Oh, wait—don't tell me you're planning to change in the bathroom? Are you suffering from phobia or are you wearing padding to hide your chest size?'
'Yeah, that size isn't natural... You must be stuffing something in there.'
It was a group of chatty, naked girls here...
Damn, this is something I actually used to wish for, but this body's proportions are honestly too much to handle.
'Come on, take off your clothes and enjoy our conversation!'
'No... thanks. I prefer changing in the bathroom.'"
"What are you embarrassed about? We're all girls here, there's no shame among us."
This could be implicitly understood.
In a men's changing room, Lorian could be naked and feel no shame.
But this isn't actually his body...
"Please don't push this, it's impossible!"
But before she could enter the bathroom... she was grabbed from behind... and the coat around her was pulled off before she could even speak.
"No! What are you doing?!"
Eleanor could have used her magical power to stop the girls, but she was inside the academy. If she used her power against a fellow student, she would face serious trouble.
After five minutes of evasion, her sweater and white shirt had been removed, leaving her green underwear as her last line of defense.
"So this size is real...?"
"Are you wearing some kind of padding?"
But as the girls laughed around her, one of the wealthy girls pulled a Bluetooth speaker from her bag, along with a portable cooler carrying snacks and juices.
"Party! Party! Party! Party! Party!"
"Party! Party! Party! Party! Party!"
"Party! Party! Party! Party! Party!"
"Party! Party! Party! Party! Party!"
The girls shook the floor with their jumping and screaming as music started playing and dancing began.
"Yes, darling~!"
A simple love song began playing as the girls started dancing more calmly.
Lorian was literally dragged into the center of the room.
Drink cans were opened, and the sound of fizzing filled the room.
"What are these damned songs?!"
He remembered including some upbeat songs from his previous life in the novel's plot. Almost every major Earth singer had a counterpart here.
Lorian remembered the song "Moonlight."
He reached for his phone (or the fantasy equivalent), pretending to adjust the music near his ears.
In truth, he wanted to see if the songs could change along with the altered world.
The volume was raised, the song changed, and the real dancing among the girls began.
One girl climbed onto a table and started dancing, moving her hips in suggestive motions to the beat of the new song.
"Get your hands off me... No! Impossible! You can't!"
Lorian was pulled toward the table as the girl who was dancing on it jumped down.
"Dance! Dance! Dance!"
"Dance! Dance! Dance!"
"Dance! Dance! Dance!"
The shouting grew louder as Eleanor stood frozen on the table.
"Damn you all... You want a dance? Then let's begin!"
{System Mission Activated: Earn 5 points and show them who dominates this party!}
Lorian grabbed the mic, brought it to her lips, and began moving her feet as if they barely touched the ground.
"I learned to dance in my past life too... Let's show these girls who truly dominates here."
Eleanor's voice sounded surprisingly good—though somewhat unexpected for rap—it was compelling.
Her legs moved with precision, her hips swayed, her wrists and hands flowed with the rhythm, all harmonizing with the powerful verses flowing from her lips as she danced.
🎵 (The beat drops aggressively) 🎵
🎵 "Moonlight – I'm not who I used to be..." 🎵
🎵 "Under the moonlight, can't you see? It's just me..." 🎵
The room fell silent, then erupted in cheers as she owned the stage.