Lying on a bed, we can see a man with long white hair moving around, seemingly uncomfortable. Around him is a room with white tiles and four walls with no windows or doors and a ceiling with a single skylight with almost transcendent light coming through. The man is groaning as he sits up, smacking his lips, maybe parched.
"Cold," he said as he stood up, standing at 5'4" with only a thin black gown covering his body.
Looking around confused as he crouches down to find something, as he looks under the bed, then standing up quickly, he looks around. His expression shifts from confused to terror as he runs up to all the walls, smacking them with his hands as he starts to breathe heavily.
"WTF, WHERE AM I?" he screams, scared as his eyes swell up with tears.
A voice then rang around him. "Would you like somewhere more open?" it said in a monotone voice.
"YES, please~," he said, quieting down.
Then the room changed from a white room to an island that floated as a clear blue sky with some clouds floated by his bed, now a simple blanket and pillow on the grass. A light breeze brushed across his skin, his hair flowing as it passed him. Shivering a bit, looking down, seeing the simple black gown, he seemed even more confused; looking at his body and touching his face, he looked confused but happy.
"What happened to my fat body, and why is my d*ck so small?" he said madly as he lifted his gown, confused at his petite body. "Mirror, can you give me a mirror?" he spoke aloud.
A tall mirror appeared in front of him. Long white hair, a small button nose, a thin body, and crimson reddish-violet eyes.
"Hey, wait, prime femboy body," he said, checking himself out. "Could I maybe get some clothes? It's pretty windy," he said, laughing a bit as she held his upper arms
A wardrobe suddenly appeared behind him, smiling. He opened it, and Victorian-era clothes were in it. Quickly grabbing an outfit that was hung in the wardrobe, it switched places with his gown as if he just equipped it.
"So why am I here?" he asked, looking at his outfit. "Damn, I look good; I should do some squats and perk my butt up," he thought, looking at his rear in the mirror.
"Can I ask why I am here and why I switched bodies?" he asked, walking away from the mirror and wardrobe, which just disappeared after he got a few feet away.
[You wanted it; you won't remember. You wished for your memory, beside basic stuff, to be erased, so I will explain why you are here. You will manage a system and a host of said system, such as quests, rewards, and even how the system will be used, and you can only have one host at a time. Once your host dies, you will be able to choose another host in the same world or travel to another world. As for this world you're in, it will expand more as you grow stronger and get more hosts, but you are no god and never will be, more like a celestial at most, so don't get too cocky and expect many gods to get mad at you for meddling in their world, but ignore it for the most part. There is not much they can do to you since you're in a place between worlds, and most god cant travel out of their world or universe.]
"Ah ah ah, you found a plot hole in what you said when I clearly remember being in a fat body and having a bigger dick," he said, lying on his bed looking up at the sky.
[I see your brain must have scrambled when your memory was being erased. I am sorry, but in your last life you were not fat. As for your lower appendage, I could not say if it was big or not, so you must be getting something mixed up.]
"What? But I clearly remember being a fat guy and dying at my desk!" he said with a confused expression, looking at a cloud floating by.
[You died in a car accident; as for weight, I could say you were just a bit bigger then people your age at the time.]
"I see. So what is my job now?" he asked, now lying on his stomach.
[You will be assigned to a random person in the vast universe; as for the type of system, it will be up to you. Good Luck]
Once finished, a screen appears in front of him showing a young boy with ordinary brown hair but striking golden eyes plowing a small field with a much older man with a similar appearance but instead of golden eyes, just ordinary brown ones, making small dents in the plowed field and putting in seeds.
[Character screen
Name: Bani (Mathew Trove)
Age: 12
STR: D
AGI: E
INT:E
SKILL'S: Farming (C), Cooking (B)
SUMMARY: A hard worker that died in a sudden, terrorizing attack by a supernatural being throwing his soul off the reincarnation cycle, making him transmigrate to the body of a dying infant in a sword and magic world. Which is plagued by demons with a demon king that revives every 100 years, and every time, the king at the time, with the help of the witch, summons heroes from another world that have to kill the demon king. It has been 95 year since the last demon king.
"OOOOH SNAP, that's pretty cool. Hmmmmm~ Why not push him to be the OP NPC? For the heroes to find and add him to their party, or should I make him strong enough to fight the demon lord and get the FM? OMG, SO MANY IDEAS!" He said, jumping up and down on his blanket, calming down: "First I need him to get stronger," he said as another panel appeared in front of him.
[Available assignable quest]
- Train
-Meditate
"Interesting," he said, looking back at the screen showing Bani.
'What? Finally I knew I was the MAIN CHARACTER,' Bani said, laughing out loud, surprising his father. 'Status,' Bani thought.
Name: Bani
MANA: N/A
STR: D
AGI: E
INT:E
SKILL'S: Farming (C), Cooking (B)
Making a gagging noise, he looked annoyed at his host.
"Why is this guy so cringe?" he said, feeling emotionally sick.
Bani finished plowing the field and looked at the system window that showed his quest.
[Train]
"Huh, is that it? Just a train? Not what I am supposed to do?" Bani said, looking at the window disappointed, then looking at a tab under his current quest.
[Meditate: 4 hours a day]
"I'll do that for now. How am I supposed to train without a training regimen?" He asked, getting into a lotus position on the floor of his room, closing his eyes; he tried just clearing his mind and ended up falling asleep.
"Hahaha, damn, I guess this is going to be harder than I thought," he said, looking at his sleeping host. "Could I get a basic rundown on the state of the continent?" he asked as he lay on his blanket looking at the clouds. A prompt appeared in front of him.
[The current ruling superpower is humans in the east. Elves and beastmen are mostly up north, with some beastmen tribes down south and to the west. The demon race lives surrounded by corrupted land that is slowed by elves and human priests with their respected gods.]
"I see. Okay, how about a rundown on the god of this world?" he said, swiping away the prompt as another one appeared.
[Goddess Corgian is the main god of the humans, with a few sub-gods under her. Elvian Goddess Sheria, the one and only god of elves, and her daughter Gurea, the World Tree, which most elves resided near up in the north. Dracolia, the Demon God of Chaos, is worshipped by the demons and chooses the demon king every 100 years]
"I see—is there a way to talk to these gods?" he asked, curious.
[Your Rank does not meet the requirement to speak to the gods of this land.]
"Boooo~ I guess I'll just sleep. I feel super tired right now. Yawn. How about GPO on autopilot until I wake up?" he said, closing his eyes.
[The system will help host get strong while admin rests.]
As he fell asleep his world shock as a unknown being appeared in the corner of his world, staring at him as he slept.
"So you really did. I can't wait until we meet, my cute little fox," they said as another force was pulling them out of this world.
Rolling to his side, the "little fox" frowned a bit in his sleep as his body shivered a bit.
To Be Continued. . . .