Trying to move on from my humiliation, I cleared my throat—or rather, made the closest sound a baby could manage—and asked, "Alright then… tell me about this world."
She giggled, the sound like starlight dancing in my mind.
[ Host, you are currently in a world called **Erynthorion**. It has six grand continents, each vast enough to hold countless kingdoms, empires, and secrets. ]
Her tone shifted into a dramatic, exaggerated performance, as though she were reading a storybook aloud.
[ And guess what? This world is like every fantasy-lover's dream come true~ Dragons soar the skies, phoenixes blaze with rebirth, elves and spirits dance with nature, beastmen roam in tribes, and of course… humans struggling in their own way. ]
She paused, then leaned in with a mock whisper.
[ Oh, and yes—there are demons. ]
I stiffened at the word, but she quickly added:
[ Not all demons are evil, silly Host. In fact, several clans in the southern lands have chosen coexistence. They build cities, trade, and even form alliances. But… ]
Her voice softened, a faint edge slipping through her playful tone.
[ …do not be fooled. Hatred and blood still flow beneath the surface. Even among allies, enemies hide in the dark. ]
A brief silence lingered, then she suddenly burst out with her usual excitement.
[ Aaaand—tada~! This world has **mana**. Which means you, Host, can grow super strong and flashy! Think of martial arts, spells, divine weapons, and ancient secrets waiting to be unlocked. ]
I could almost feel her smile as she added one last note, her voice brimming with childlike excitement.
[ Oh, oh! And in the central continent of **Aevareth**, there is a **Tower**. A tower that pierces the heavens, full of trials, treasures, and truths. Climbing it is said to change fate itself. ]
Her words echoed in my head, setting my heart—or rather, my tiny newborn chest—burning with curiosity.
As I listened to her, I couldn't shake off a strange sense of familiarity.
Before I could stop myself, I blurted, "Man, this feels like a goddamn novel world with a cliché protagonist."
But the moment the name Aevareth reached my ears, a sharp pain spiked in my head. My vision blurred, and along with the throbbing came fragments of memory—half-formed, flickering, from a world that felt familiar yet impossibly far away.
I muttered weakly, "Isn't that… the very novel I read when I was a teenager? What was its name again…?"
Question marks seemed to pop over my tiny head as the heat of overthinking spread through me.
Sensing my struggle, Nyxara's voice chimed gently, laced with her usual teasing but softer this time:
[ Oh, Host~ you don't need to burden yourself. It looks like a few memories slipped through. ]
[ But worry not. You have your trustworthy, lovey-dovey system here~ ]
[ Those fragments are most likely harmless—memories I left unsealed so you could adjust to your new life. ]
Her tone was lighthearted, yet there was a strange finality in her words, as though she knew more than she let on.
Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to calm down. The headache ebbed slowly, leaving me both exhausted and unsettled.
For now, I would just have to trust her.