Day 5.
Two loaves short of a full shelf, flour in my hair, and a butter knife tucked in my apron. Just a regular morning.
To them.
To me?
Four days into my transmigration, and I'd already trained the equivalent of 10+ years in the System's training room. I was still the smiling village baker by day.
But by night?
I'd become a hybrid of ninja, swordswoman, and sorceress.
After Mrs. Vasilia left with her usual "you remind me of my niece before the wolves took her," I flipped the "CLOSED" sign and locked the bakery door behind me.
Time for recon.
I wore a simple shawl, dagger in my boot, mini-map crystal in my pocket, and a mana pulse running just beneath my skin like a heartbeat.
The village was cold and quiet. Wooden fences stood like broken teeth, and the fog didn't clear until mid-noon.
But I'd mapped most of it.
By foot. By stealth. By system-backed memory.
[Skill Acquired: OBSERVATION (Lv.1)]
→ Allows real-time environmental scanning. Detects minor movement, terrain weaknesses, and potential hidden paths.
The map materialized in my interface, sketched like a fantasy game. Each building I passed, every alley and creaky staircase, the System marked it down like a cartographer with ADHD.
It even logged enemy presence.
No enemies detected... yet.
By day 2 of scouting, I'd already:
✔ Found an abandoned church tower perfect for sniping
✔ Tagged the Dimitrescu castle in the far hills
✔ Identified the underground wine cellars leading to the Lycan dens
✔ Marked the merchant's likely hideout (the fat guy's silhouette was hard to miss)
After slipping past the Miller's house, I entered the forest path near the graveyard. A thick silence hung in the air.
Good place to practice.
I stepped behind a tree, opened my palm, and summoned the mana.
A deep purple energy glowed between my fingers like liquid starlight.
[Skill: Mana Control (Lv. 3)]
→ Manipulate and channel raw mana for various combat and support techniques.
I molded it into a disc, then launched it into a tree. The bark exploded like shrapnel.
Another spell—Flame String—burst from my fingertips, threading fire across a rock like a laser tripline.
But the highlight?
The moment I closed my eyes and channeled chakra to my legs.
I shot forward like a bullet.
[Skill: Leaf Hurricane (Lv. 2)]
→ Rapid kicks infused with chakra-based acceleration.
→ Combo: Aerial Spiral Kick + Downward Slam.
I leapt. One spin. Two. CRACK.
The poor dummy tree I was using? Snapped in half.
"Oops." I grinned.
Next came the blade.
It wasn't fancy. A plain longsword I forged in the System's forge and enchanted myself.
I held it in both hands, breathed in—and moved.
One slash.
Parry.
Half-spin.
Reverse grip.
Downward cleave.
Every step flowed like a dance. I'd trained with Kenshin, Ichigo, and Saber. And I took the best from each of them.
[Skill: Sword Arts – Hybrid Style (Lv. 4)]
→ A custom style blending Iaido speed, precision, and strength-based brawler techniques.
→ Bonus: Increased critical chance against large enemies.
→ Passive: Blade affinity.
It wasn't all just violence, though.
I saved a kid from falling off a roof with Flowstep. Helped the merchant's assistant fix a wagon with telekinetic Mana Hands. Gained goodwill.
They just thought I was a kind, athletic baker girl with good reflexes.
But in four more days?
The veil over this quiet village would shatter.
And when it did, I wouldn't just be another survivor.
I'd be the one writing the final game script.
[MAIN QUEST UPDATED]
Event Trigger in: 3 Days
Optional: Prepare Escape Routes / Rescue NPCs / Assassinate Minor Lords / Steal Restricted Items
[Bonus Quest Acquired!]
→ Clear Castle Dimitrescu without being detected. Reward: ??? Hidden Art Unlock.
I closed my map.
Smiled at the mist.
And walked back to the bakery.
Flour and death were about to mix.
And I'd be the baker serving them both.