Amidst the swirling snow of Siberia, a slender, fragile woman trudged forward.
Her eyes held confusion, disbelief... and fear.
Let's call her the Captain.
She was a transmigrator—someone who had crossed over from another world into the world of Honkai.
Her name wasn't important. Not even how she arrived mattered.
What mattered was this: she understood what it meant to transmigrate.
And she understood what it meant to arrive in the world of Honkai.
She remembered—she wasn't originally a girl.
The Captain glanced down at her chest, biting her lip as she tried to ignore the two conspicuous mounds swaying with every step. They were... inconvenient. Not only did they throw off her balance, but they also made her pace sluggish. And worse—
Her clothes hadn't changed with her.
She was still dressed in the same masculine outfit she wore before transmigrating, now painfully tight across her chest. The discomfort was constant, a reminder that her body no longer matched the life she remembered.
She touched her arms—smooth, pale, and delicate. No trace of the muscle she'd built through years of training. It was all gone.
And yet... this body felt strangely familiar. Like she'd lived in it before.
But that couldn't be. Her memories were intact. She was the Captain. She had never been a girl.
Suppressing the unease, she looked up at the swirling snowstorm. She didn't know where to go.
Every time she tried to move forward, a strange intuition tugged at her—guiding her toward a direction, while simultaneously warning her to turn away.
The contradiction gnawed at her. Each step became a battle of will, and her pace slowed to a crawl.
Then, through the snow, she saw a small figure half-buried in a drift.
Someone needed help.
Without hesitation, the Captain stepped forward—but the feeling in her heart surged again, forming a silent question.
"Will you regret it?"
Regret?
She frowned. That voice—was it her own doubt? Or something else?
But she knew what she wanted. She wasn't doing this for anyone else.
"Helping others is my choice. Why would I regret it?"
Her answer was firm. Defiant.
"If you don't want me to go—then I'll go anyway."
The question faded. Maybe it would return. Maybe not.
But for now, it seemed to accept her resolve.
As she approached the snowdrift, the figure became clearer. A white-haired girl, cheeks flushed red from the cold.
Kiana.
The Captain's heart stirred—but not with the excitement she expected. Instead, she hesitated.
She had intended to pull the girl out immediately, but something made her pause.
"Ki... little one, are you alright?"
Kiana blinked up at her, teary-eyed. Her face was just as beautiful as the last cycle. Her eyes shimmered like stars.
But one thing puzzled her.
Why was the Captain... so big?
Kiana could accept 8 being greater than 50,000. She could even stretch her logic to 10,000 being greater than 50,000.
But this?
Time had rewound. The Captain should've been smaller. More ordinary. Yet here she was—towering over even the Class Monitor.
In the last cycle, the Captain and the Class Monitor were an inseparable duo. But now, the Captain had abandoned her without hesitation.
Still... as long as she was the Captain, Kiana could accept a few changes.
She could always blame it on Honkai energy. That stuff could do anything.
Suppressing her shock, Kiana blinked rapidly, letting tears well up. She whimpered softly, playing the role of a helpless child to perfection.
But the Captain hesitated. Something about Kiana's expression felt... off.
She took a half-step back.
Kiana's heart nearly stopped.
She realized her behavior had triggered suspicion. But it was fine—she still had her trump card.
She knew exactly what kind of girl the Captain couldn't resist.
Taking rapid breaths to calm herself, Kiana summoned every ounce of charm she'd honed in the previous cycle.
"Big sister... can you help me? I... I'm so cold..."
Her voice was soft. Fragile. It pierced the Captain's heart.
The Captain's doubts wavered. What danger could such a small child pose?
Kiana had always been upright. Why would she suspect her?
Maybe she was just confused from the cold. The Captain herself was freezing.
No matter how powerful Kiana would become, right now she was just a little girl searching for her lost father.
She couldn't stay buried in the snow.
The Captain bent down to help her.
Unfortunately, she forgot she was wearing men's clothes—tight and unflattering on her new body.
Her posture was unreserved, the kind boys used without a second thought.
But she was no longer a boy.
And Kiana... was no longer innocent.
As the Captain leaned forward, Kiana's eyes locked onto her chest. She tried desperately to keep her gaze steady, resisting the urge to gawk.
She didn't even dare breathe too hard, afraid a nosebleed might betray her.
"Calm down, Kiana. Don't be so unpromising."
"She's a girl now. But she's still yours!"
"Right! What's wrong with admiring your own wife? It's perfectly reasonable!"
With that righteous logic, Kiana stared boldly.
The Captain, still pulling her out, suddenly felt a gaze—intense and unwavering.
It made her skin crawl.