Life is always full of accidents and surprises.
Standing before the long rectangular mirror embedded in the wardrobe, Legend was actually speechless and choked with emotion.
The morning sunlight spilled onto the windowsill along with a bit of noise, and a gentle breeze blew the white curtains, adding scenery to the person in the mirror—what a peaceful and beautiful picture.
Unfortunately, I can't paint.
Looking at the scenery in the mirror, Legend thought somewhat dazedly.
The figure in the mirror was slender and beautiful, every line youthful and smooth, every inch of skin as warm and moist as jade—it was unrealistically beautiful.
Truly 'perfectly proportioned'; the ancients did not deceive me.
Legend brushed aside the bangs covering her eyes, revealing the face beneath, and then lost her words.
She remembered the first time she read about the Dragon Girl's appearance in Dragon Raja; Jiang Nan's description was like a sculpture opening its eyes. Forgive her for not understanding art or such so-called flawless perfection, but at this moment, she understood what 'perfection' meant.
Coming back to her senses, Legend shook her head, her attention returning to the more eye-catching parts in the mirror: the pair of ears on her head and the tail behind her.
Yes, a tail!
"If the person in the mirror is me, then by common logic, I should have transmigrated." The boy... oh no, the girl's eyes went blank as she muttered to herself.
"Is it possible that I haven't woken up yet?" The girl wobbled back to her warm little bed, but the residual warmth of the covers told her this was no dream.
Well, it's time to face reality.
"Then first of all, where did I transmigrate to?" Legend looked back at the mirror; that beautiful elf was still there.
I feel like this image is very familiar, she thought.
The 'salted fish' propped up her body to search around and found her phone on the nightstand—her second life. She opened a web page and began the first thing a transmigrator into a modern society theoretically should do.
She hit search, and the first headline that caught her eye was a promotional photo of a certain Gray Mane foodie. Legend once again lost her words.
Okay, now I know the location of the transmigration. Uma Musume, huh? I'm familiar with this.
I still remember before transmigrating, I was eating hot pot and singing songs, then I got so angry at the classic 'one win in two battles' from Miss Makkuin that my blood pressure soared, and I uninstalled the game on the spot as a warning to others. And the next day, I'm here? I can't accept this!
The girl's mind wandered, trying to escape reality.
"Forget it, what's done is done. Anyway, I wasn't an only child in my previous life; my older brother can take care of my parents, and I prepared quite a bit for emergencies myself. No need to worry too much," the girl comforted herself.
"However, since I've transmigrated, here's the question: who am I?" She suddenly realized another very serious problem.
After another round of rummaging through drawers, the girl looked at the various identification documents in front of her and fell into deep thought.
The document on top read: "Tracen Academy Admission Notice."
Below it was her signature, written in beautiful handwriting—Gold Legend.