I used to be a 30-something IT administrator. Single. No clue about women. Technically sharp, socially not so much.
Then I died. Somehow. (It was probably stupid. Don’t ask.)
Now? I’ve been reborn in a primitive fantasy world as a girl. Not a badass warrior. Not a magical prodigy. Just… a really cute farmer’s daughter with an unusually high IQ, a growing existential crisis, and zero say in any of it.
Also: no goddess, no system, no cheat. Just me, my memories, and some ridiculous baby reflexes.
Oh, and did I mention this world has a super clunky magic system built around runes, vectors, and mana circuits? Guess who’s about to debug magic.
This is a story about struggling with identity, building from scratch, and rewriting the rules—one awkward moment at a time.
Author’s Note:
This is my second story, written as a side project whenever I'm stuck with my main novel Shard of Possibilities. If you enjoy it, please leave lots of comments, critiques, and suggestions — they help a ton and keep me motivated.
Thanks for reading!