Mole Vagina.
It is most likely evening, and you, doom-scrolling in search of another cheap dopamine boost, spot this book…
"Title looks interesting," you mumble, click a free chapter before your algorithm buries it.
However, my dearest reader, I should add that this is not your typical isekai story.
This is no rebirth to the revenge arc, overpowered MC or a "MC-just-wins-easy-style."
This is not your escape mechanism, itch to scratch.
This is a book about an unremarkable librarian who just wants the same thing we all realize too late: to retire and do nothing.
Presently, from our third-person POV–Look down!
On No. 15 Cherry Street, the figure shielding her face from the sudden rain with her bag, in a childish, long purple floral skirt and a black shirt.
There, our unremarkable MC rushed into a building where she works.
She shakes off the moisture as much as possible into an almost empty library.
Suppressing a sneeze, she makes her way to her desk, turning on her computer. And almost immediately, she is finishing up yesterday's inventory.
If depression took a human form and slapped on decent ass and tits, it would take the form of Aria Red, a 23-year-old librarian.
Who in her shoes wouldn't? Aria's life was one of lack: love, happiness, money and, lowkey, lowkeygenuinely, no friends.
At least she had a job.
But working as a librarian was as exciting as one could imagine; a weekly check that barely covered the rent to a shitty apartment, and a creepy boss who pawned off all his work to her.
"Aria, take our new shipment upstairs now–ack! Ack!"
His coughing caused her to flinch.
"Jeez!" Came out in an annoyed whisper.
It was already bad enough that anyone within 15 feet of Clar could hear his oxygen tank hissing.
He'd better not die yet. She was not THAT employable.
Aria shuffled out of her desk, mentally preparing herself to walk past Clar, pretending she couldn't see him light up at the sight of her ass.
"You want this upstairs now, Clar? The elevator's not working," she called, flatly.
"What do you think? Use the damn stairs! It's not like you do much sitting on your ass all day."
He coughed again, muttering something.
She rolled her eyes as she moved. It was wonderful that, for all his bad health, Clar never missed a day of work.
His parents were rich and left him a four-story building and a generous stipend provided he worked regularly.
Now he was a man in his late forties, obese and unfortunate-looking.
She had constant dreams of shoving a shelf of books on Clarence till he'd stopped breathing, but reality was not that simple.
From outside, Aria heard him crinkle another bag of chips as she hefted up two heavy cartons on her shoulders with a grunt.
How strange.
It is supposed to be a new shipment, but why do the cartons look so old and torn?
Maybe they've been sitting in a warehouse somewhere, and someone decided to finally sell them off at a discount.
That means there's a high chance of rare books here.
"Some good news for the day.."
Aria shrugged, feeling satisfaction at reading new books.
Hefting them up the flight of stairs turned into a very bad idea.
In a few minutes, her lungs started to give up.
Swallowing another wet cough, she ambled on.
"No...worries...I...can...rest...at the top."
On the second floor, Aria dropped the cartons to pat her pockets.
"Dammit ..." To her dismay, her inhaler wasn't there. She forgot. Again.
"Might as well keep going–" reaching to pick up a carton, its old Scotch tape ripped, and dusty books tumbled out.
"Just great…" she gritted her teeth in frustration.
Picking them one by one, a thick book with a golden cover caught her eye immediately.
"What's this?..."
Holding it up, Aria examined the strange-looking book under the light.
Plated golden vines circle the back and front, and in the center of the book is a floating figure up to the diagram of Earth.
"Strange ....must be an antique book."
Suddenly, her fingers began to turn cold, spreading to her arms.
"What the...?"
The strange book slipped out of her hands to the hardwood floor with a heavy–THUD!
Aria didn't frighten easily, but she was starting to get the creeps.
"What is this?" Apprehension transformed into raw fear.
The book has landed open to a page filled with scribbled symbols and illustrations in a strange language, and they were….
"Moving? Why are the words moving??" Aria cried out, edging farther from the strange sight.
The barely legible title at the top of the page dinged and began to glow golden.
Despite her growing terror, she strained towards it.
"Caeve Estaleigh...?"
Immediately, the overhead light began to flicker furiously.
"What the fuck?" Aria stumbled and fell on her ass.
Crrrriiccckkk! Cricccckkk!
The sound of heavy breathing and scratching filled the air.
Unearthly whispers floated around the stairway.
"Deus christi!"
Clasping hands and eyes shut, she quickly began to murmur a Catholic prayer of protection from childhood, which she barely remembered.
In the corner of her eyes, a flat, shadowy figure peeled away from the wall and darted down the stairs, chuckling maniacally.
"Who is doing this?? Please Stop this!"
The lights stopped flickering, and the whispers ceased.
Aria's back was against the wall, eyes darting, senses on high alert.
Breathing a shaky sigh of relief, Aria did not notice till it was too late–an ominous, semi-transparent, shadowy figure now floating above her head with an eerie smile.
"Tee-hee!"
"Aaah! What the hell is that??!"
From above, it dove at her.
Her head whipped up at the last second, but it was too late to react.