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"How exactly did I get here?"
"I just—*whoosh*—fell from the sky!"
"Hmm? Why does that sound like a lie?"
"Please believe me, I really did fall from the sky!"
"What? Detention?! Please, please, I've never been detained! I really..."
"Actually, actually, I probably just accidentally fell from some high place... My head is spinning, and I can't remember anything." The Damselette with yellow-orange gradient hair replied softly.
"Name?"
"Wait a moment, let me think..." There was a muffled voice, seemingly speaking to Self. Norinxi Eldana, is that the name? "Norinxi Eldana... Yes, that's right. I can't remember much..."
"Age?"
"It should be 17? Yes, I didn't get that wrong..."
"I apologize, Miss, for taking up so much of your time. Your sudden appearance has caused quite a bit of trouble. Can you tell me why you went up the city wall?"
"Actually..." Hurry up and think of an excuse! I can't get detained... "I guess I just didn't want to continue living..."
Huh?! Climbing the city wall to commit suicide?!
"I looked at other places, and dying there would cause considerable trouble for others, so I specifically chose a city gate that few people pass through. This way, I wouldn't frighten anyone..." Is that so? She was indeed found near the side gate, so this explanation holds up... "Your original Kingdom?"
"My original Kingdom? I can't quite remember... Sorry, I might have injured my brain in the fall. It hurts so much..."
Pretending to have a headache, she clutched her head. Heavy gauze was still wrapped around it; although she had just been treated, there might still be some lingering after-effects.
"I apologize for the interruption, Miss Eldana. Please rest and recover."
The questioning knight finally left, and Norinxi Eldana, whose head had been spinning the whole time, could finally lie back down on the bed in peace.
How did she arrive in this world? To be honest, she had thought about transmigrating into a game hundreds of times, but she never imagined it would be this awkward! Why does it feel like she was instantly solo-killed the moment she stepped out? Whose Transmigrator gets detained right after crossing over?!
The appearance she was using now was her Self-Design from before the transmigration. How beautiful! As expected of her Self-Design, *kiss*!
But was this really her name? It had been so long since she played these games; she couldn't remember clearly at all... She sat up again from the sickbed and saw her face reflected in the glass.
It was a face that looked gentle and harmless. The bangs on the right covered her eyebrows, taking up 7/10 of her forehead, but didn't block her eyes. On the right side, closer to the hair, was a small tuft of bangs covering about half of her eyebrow. There was a beautiful tear mole under her left eye, and her hair color resembled the sunset, yellow on top and orange below. Her eyes were like amethysts.
As expected of my Self-Design, truly beautiful!
But snapping back to reality, she carefully considered what combat capabilities she had given her Self-Design. If she really transmigrated using her Self-Design, she would be in big trouble... After all, her Self-Design's personality was "white-cut-white" (innocent and harmless)!
Speaking of "white-cut-white," let me try to remember what settings I wrote for her?
I remember! Does having exceptional intelligence count? But if I transmigrate myself, I'm so clumsy, I definitely couldn't handle it, right? Weapon Genius? I remember that one... Are there any other special abilities? Right... I'll try them out after I recover... As for how I transmigrated? It was a beautiful, sunny morning. The wind was so gentle, making one feel very comfortable... Such wonderful weather was perfect for meeting the end of life... The two-year insurance policy had expired; it was a good day to leave.
It was still early spring, and the weather was quite cold, but the rare fine day made people feel happy. Several children went out to play together. There was a large lake in the park next to her house, and some children would inevitably lose their kites in it.
Most adults would help retrieve the kite or buy a new one, but That child's parents hadn't noticed. So, That child climbed over the railing, wanting to slowly retrieve the kite.
Unfortunately, the muddy bank didn't slope down gradually; it dropped off like a step, causing him to instantly lose his balance and fall right in. When the sound of splashing water reached them, people realized that the Child had accidentally fallen in.
She was the first one to rush down. In fact, she shouldn't have gone straight in to save him; she should have waited until That child was exhausted. That way, she wouldn't have been worn out by the overly fierce struggling at the time... But thankfully, That child was brought up! At that moment... was it the effect of the medicine kicking in? She gradually lost strength. Normally, she should have been able to get out... A surge of nausea in her stomach, a strong burning sensation, took away her last few reserves of strength.
But she still swam up with all her might. Otherwise, That child would have been left with psychological trauma, right?
She heard the ambulance siren... So tired, her eyelids felt so heavy... She felt terrible, like she was going to choke on her own vomit!
And then she arrived in this world.
Am I still alive? I'm not talking about this Self, but the Self in the other world.
Probably not alive anymore, right? How many novels has she written about such boring transmigrations? It's been a long time since she was a lukewarm writer... She endured a lot of pain, bought that insurance policy, and two years passed... She even signed the donation agreement. She did everything she could, didn't she?
This world must be allogene, right? It looks very similar, but slightly different... This location must be Mondstadt? But she hasn't seen any familiar characters... That shouldn't be the case. Even at the side gate, she should recognize that guy—the one who cares about everything and wants to bring glory to his father, yet guards the side gate... And that Statue of the Anemo Archon! It doesn't look like much time has passed... Does this city look like it was just recently built?
I need to understand more... I recall learning quite a bit about the background story, right? Which era is it now? Let me think, the Statue of the Anemo Archon was just built... If Mondstadt is in its pioneering period... Is this the aristocratic rule of Lawrence, Gunnhildr, and Imunlaukr?
If that's the case, it's probably about 2600 years before the main plot? It should be closer to 2500 years... since the statue has already been built.
Why did I have to arrive so early?! Oh my god... Whatever, I'll try my best to live... since I finally managed to leave.
Current Mondstadt is in its pioneering period, so it is very easy to obtain identity credentials. Most outsiders are allowed to join.
As for Self, due to suspicious behavior and falling from a high place, she was forced into questioning... Fortunately, the fabric and style of the clothes she designed for her Self-Design were generally suitable for the background. The dress was a cyan Mamian skirt, and the white top also fit well, preventing her from looking too modern. She also wore a cyan-green headband, with a purple Butterfly knot on one side. She wore a North Star-shaped pendant on her chest, which was also purple.
She was somewhat grateful for the background she gave her Self-Design... The first problem she would face next was making a living. The rule of the nobles meant that they controlled most industries. What could she do? After thinking for a long time, she finally decided to sell flowers. Beautiful flowers could be used not only as decorations but also for brewing wine.
This city seems to always be at the forefront of innovating the experience of wine... Currently, this land doesn't have sufficient cultivation technology. Since she had learned a little herself, combined with the special ability she gave her Self-Design, it should theoretically be possible.
As for startup capital, she would have to work hard waiting tables to earn it. The salary wasn't high, 300,000 Mora a month (Don't think that's a lot; in fact, Paimon can eat 300,000 Mora in a month! It can only be counted as food money. Equivalent to a 100 to 1 ratio with modern currency, she was earning 3,000 a month at a young age).