The moment I created the clone, something changed.
It felt… strange.
Like logging into a full-dive VR game.
Sight snapped into place first—blue sky, white clouds, endless ocean. Then came sound, the cries of birds and the rhythm of waves. Finally, sensation.
Weight.
Balance.
A body.
I raised my hand slowly. Five fingers. Warm skin. I clenched my fist, feeling resistance from muscle and bone.
"…So this is what it feels like."
The strength was ordinary—no superpowers, no instant godhood. Just the base strength of a normal human. When I punched a tree out of curiosity, pain shot up my arm instantly.
I hissed and pulled back.
"Yeah… pain is real."
I laughed bitterly.
Being reborn as an island was probably the **worst reincarnation** imaginable.
And yet—
It was also the **greatest**.
I was immortal.
If this body died, I could simply make another.
---
My first objective was clear.
**Inhabitants.**
The system didn't recognize animals. Birds, snakes, wild beasts—they didn't count. Only true intelligent beings could generate fame and points.
For three days, I waited.
During that time, I explored my own land.
Because I *was* the island, my perception covered everything. Full surveillance. Nothing moved without me knowing. Hunting became easy. I used sharpened stones to kill a small animal and built a crude shelter near the trees.
There were dangers—large animals, especially snakes—but nothing unmanageable.
I even carved a huge **HELP** sign on the beach.
Then reality hit me.
"…Wait."
What if this wasn't an English-speaking world?
If I'd transmigrated into Marvel, DC, or some Hollywood universe, English would work. But if this was an anime world… I'd need Japanese.
And if it was something else entirely?
The sign suddenly felt stupid.
---
On the third day, something appeared on the horizon.
A ship.
My attention snapped to it instantly.
"Finally."
I rushed to the shore, gathered dry leaves, and struck rocks together until sparks caught. Smoke rose into the sky, thick and dark.
Hours passed.
The ship changed direction.
It was coming closer.
As it landed, I noticed the wooden hull, the rough sails, the design.
*Not modern.*
Several men jumped down, armed with swords. One of them pointed at me and shouted something.
I froze.
I didn't understand a single word.
I tried gestures—pointing to the island, nodding, using basic sign language.
They didn't understand either.
Suddenly, one of them grabbed me.
I struggled, but more hands restrained me. As they dragged me aboard, my heart sank.
Inside the ship, I saw others.
Chained.
Men and women—thin, exhausted, barely conscious.
"…Slave ship."
I was the only one who looked healthy.
They chained me too.
---
Time blurred.
Hunger came next.
I hadn't eaten properly for days before, and now it got worse. My body weakened. Muscles trembled. Vision blurred.
I could die.
And honestly? That wasn't the problem.
I could always create another body.
But this—
This was my **only chance**.
If I died here and made a new body on the island, these people would leave. No inhabitants. No fame. No points.
No gacha.
I endured.
I forced myself to stay alive.
I thought.
*How do I make the island famous?*
Treasure.
That was the answer.
Hidden treasure. Legends. Rumors. Pirates loved that kind of thing. If people came searching, they would settle. Fame would grow.
Points would come.
My first gacha spin needed **100 points**.
Ten spins needed **1000**.
And ten spins gave an extra one.
I needed this.
---
A full week passed.
Some of the chained people died.
One day, a man tossed us a few live fish. I grabbed one and swallowed it almost whole. It was disgusting. Slimy. Bitter.
But it kept me alive.
After another week, the ship finally stopped.
Land.
But not *my* island.
They dragged us off and led us into a bustling place filled with shouting voices and strange smells.
Chains clanked.
Coins exchanged hands.
I looked around.
And then—
It hit me.
The clothing.
The accents.
The architecture.
"…No way."
My breath caught.
"I remember this."
A cold chill ran through my spine.
"…This world."
I looked at the slave buyers again, at the banners, the symbols.
**Game of Thrones.**