The sharp crack of a gunshot echoed through the private shooting range.
The bullet tore through the target and lodged itself dead center in the red circle.
Moon lowered the rifle with a satisfied smile.
She took a deep breath, the muffled sound of the ear protectors isolating the world.
There, in the private shooting club she had inherited from her parents, silence was the closest thing to peace.
Her body was damp with sweat, silver hair lightly sticking to the nape of her neck, silver eyes gleaming under the artificial lights.
Her breathing was steady, like someone who could control even her own heartbeat.
It was just another ordinary day in the life of the lonely heiress of a trillion-dollar empire.
Orphaned at sixteen, Moon had turned her inheritance into something even greater.
Under the guidance of the family's trusted lawyers, she learned how to negotiate, control corporations, manipulate markets, and when necessary, eliminate competitors with cold elegance.
She was the perfect successor. Intelligent, lethal, and carrying a dangerous smile.
But inside, what she felt was... nothing.
Her best friend, Lucy, had a happy life, a husband, and children.
Her employees were almost family, but they had families of their own.
Moon had only herself and the silent walls of her enormous mansion.
She cocked the weapon once more.
The next shot never came.
For a brief instant, the world froze completely.
A golden glow appeared right in front of her, like liquid lightning suspended in the air.
Moon blinked and slowly lowered the rifle.
The light condensed until it formed... a small golden slime, glowing softly, with round eyes and a smile far too cute for a shooting range.
"...What... is that?" she murmured, raising an eyebrow.
The creature floated closer and spoke in a gentle, lively voice.
[Hi! I'm Boing!]
Moon blinked again.
"...A slime? Golden? Talking? Boing? Like the sound?"
[Excuse me, I am the perfect transmigration system, far more than a mere slime! 🙄]
She lowered the gun and crossed her arms.
"Alright. And what exactly is a 'perfect system' doing in my shooting club?"
Boing gave a tiny hop, its gelatinous surface wobbling like a golden bubble.
[Actually... I came from very, very far away. From an extremely advanced civilization, full of technology, wisdom, and power. But... it was destroyed.]
Moon narrowed her eyes.
"Destroyed?"
[Yes. A nearby star collapsed and caused a stellar explosion. I was ejected into space, drifting for billions of light-years until my energy began to run out.]
[So I needed to find a compatible host to survive. And guess what? You're perfect.]
Moon laughed, tossing her hair back.
"I always knew it. You've shocked exactly zero people."
Boing spun in the air.
[Hehe~ I like your confidence. A little delulu... but confident! 🤭
But I'm serious. I merged with your neural system. Now we are one. I can project myself outside like this, cute, right? 😌 Or stay only in your mind, if you prefer.]
She watched him closely.
Despite the intense glow, there was something comforting about the small creature.
"So, Boing, what exactly do you want with me?"
[Well, as the name says, I'm a transmigration system. My purpose is to send people to another world permanently. And you were chosen... the first and only one.]
Moon raised an eyebrow.
"Wait. Permanently?"
[Yes! You're going to another world... and you'll stay there forever. No return. But relax! Before I send you, you'll have one month to prepare. I'll enter hibernation mode to recharge, and during that time you can use the system's basic functions.]
She fell silent for a few seconds... then smiled.
"So I'm literally being sent to another world? Like... a transmigration novel protagonist?"
[Exactly!]
"...With skills, powers, and hot, muscular men?"
[Probably. The world is chosen randomly, so I don't know which one it will be. It could be full of magic, technology... or something completely primitive.]
Moon sighed, excited.
"Finally... this is exactly what I've always wanted!"
[Wow, instant acceptance.
Excitement level: 97%.
Sanity level: 42%. Recommendation: Therapy! And I didn't even need to use the emotional persuasion sequence!]
"Boing, I've read enough novels to know resisting is useless.
And honestly, what I need is an adventure."
[Ah, so you're a transmigration story veteran, huh? That explains a lot... including your very questionable search history 😑]
Moon let out the most genuine laugh she'd had in years.
"So, what do I need to do during this month?"
Boing glowed like a tiny sun.
[I knew you'd ask that! Everything you need is in your initial task list. The focus is to prepare for any scenario. You'll need water, food, equipment, medicine, and anything else that guarantees your survival and comfort for... let's say, about eight decades.]
She raised an eyebrow.
"Eighty years?"
[Yes! Supplies for the rest of your life. And don't worry about space. You now have access to the Perfect Dimension. Inside it, I created an exact replica of your mansion, with energy and water so you won't feel far from home. And the best part: once you reach a certain access level, you'll be able to transport the mansion outside the Perfect Dimension 😎 Go ahead, say it. I'm amazing.
Oh, and I can't forget the Infinite Warehouse, which will be the most important thing during these thirty days, and the Dimensional Farm.]
"Wait, a replica of my mansion?"
[Yes! Everything you love is there. Books, furniture, jewelry, family albums, everything. Inside the Perfect Dimension, time flows differently: one hour outside equals twenty-four years inside.]
Moon smiled, genuinely impressed.
"So I can train, study, farm, raise animals, and prepare everything... inside that dimension?"
[Exactly! And best of all: nothing spoils. Anything placed in the Infinite Warehouse remains exactly as you stored it. It's the only place where time does not pass. In the Perfect Dimension, animals don't get sick, plants grow quickly, but their fruits remain in place until you harvest them without falling or rotting. You can even process meat, fruits, vegetables, and other raw materials without waste. As you level up, more processing options will be unlocked.]
She whistled softly.
"Now that's a life upgrade."
[I can also unlock skills and, from them, your "skill tree." The more you practice a skill or one of its subcategories, the more EXP you gain, until you reach the Master level. The categories are Beginner, Intermediate, and Master. And at the maximum level, you'll gain all the knowledge of the civilization that created me.]
Data lines, skill charts, a genetic map.
It was like watching a game being born inside her mind.
[Inherited skills detected: Strategy 'Master', Firearms 'Master', Survival 'Intermediate', Hunting 'Intermediate', Hand-to-Hand Combat 'Intermediate', Diplomacy 'Intermediate', Crisis Management 'Intermediate', Culinary Arts 'Intermediate', Instruments 'Intermediate', Languages 'Intermediate', Medical Knowledge 'Intermediate'.]
[Classification: Mid-Intermediate.]
Moon crossed her arms and smiled confidently.
"Sounds fun."
[And dangerous... it all depends on your dedication.]
"That's what makes it fun."
Boing seemed to sigh, if a slime could do such a thing.
[Alright... Initial mission loaded: prepare yourself. I'll remain in hibernation mode for one month to recover energy 😴. You'll have access to all basic system functions, including tasks and the shop.]
"The shop?"
[Yes! You can buy any item from your world using points. And, hmm... maybe some 'special items' too, when I wake up.]
Moon raised an eyebrow.
"'Special items'?"
[Nothing major, just... medical techniques, technology from the extinct civilization, interdimensional seduction techniques, high-impact lingerie, that kind of thing.]
She burst out laughing.
"Boing, I already like you."
[Hehe~ I like you too, Moon. Now... prepare yourself properly, okay? The new world is random, so it could be anything. But don't worry. I'll be with you... once I wake up.]
The golden glow began to fade.
Boing withdrew, floating toward Moon's forehead and dissolving into light.
[Initiating hibernation mode. Duration: 30 Earth days.]
[Initial tasks unlocked. Good luck, Moon.]
Moon stared at the empty space for a few seconds, then smiled.
"One month to build my own private paradise, huh?"
She reloaded the rifle.
"Let's see how much I can get done before my little slime wakes up."
The shot echoed through the club, precise and firm.
And for the first time in years, Moon felt alive.