There was once a story about a woman born with a rare condition, one that affected only about 1.7% of the world's population. She was a true hermaphrodite, a person with ovotesticular disorder of sex development (OT-DSD), possessing both testicular and ovarian tissue—one testis on one side, one ovary on the other. To the world, it was a medical rarity, but to her, it had always felt like a burden. Her body had been fragile since birth, weakened further by the condition. She spent most of her life in hospitals, which had become more home than home itself. A multidisciplinary medical team—endocrinologists, urologists, and countless specialists—managed her care, balancing hormones, reproductive options, and a myriad of medications.
Yet her weakness ran deeper than her intersex condition. Many muscles and veins in her body refused to cooperate, leaving her unable to even sit up without sharp pain coursing through her. Helplessness became her constant companion, but every morning when her eyes opened to see the new day—and her mother's hand clasping hers—she found a flicker of strength, a reason to keep moving forward, however slowly.
And then one day, as the dim light of a hospital room touched her face, her eyes grew heavy. Eyelids drooped, the world fading as sleep took her. She fell into slumber completely, while in the operating room a loud, unyielding beep cut through the stillness: beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee–
Then silence. Absolute, haunting silence settled over the room as the team watched the fragile body of the young woman, sleeping forever..
But then, a sharp sound pierced the quiet—the alarm clock blaring into the morning.
Riiiiing… riiiiing… riiiiing… riiiiing…
Riiiiing… riiiiing… riiiiing… riiiiing…
The insistent ringing went on for several long minutes until a slender, pale hand reached out, fingertips brushing the cool surface of the clock. With a gentle press of the top button, the noise finally stopped, leaving the room in a soft, lingering quiet.
From beneath the covers, a sweet, soft voice muttered, almost drowsily,
"Same dream… again?"
The woman slowly sat up, her movements graceful yet deliberate. As she lifted herself, the white blanket slipped from her head, sliding gently down to rest over her shoulders.
In that quiet moment, the full sight of her became clear—a breathtaking figure, delicate yet commanding, with features so flawless and harmonious that she seemed almost otherworldly. Her presence radiated a serene, divine beauty, as if she could be compared to a goddess stepping quietly into the mortal world.
She was a striking woman, her long, smooth silver hair cascading past her shoulders, the ends soft and slightly layered, framing her face with effortless elegance. Her bangs fell gently across her forehead, softening her expression. Her eyes were a deep, mesmerizing crimson, half-lidded, carrying a calm, almost teasing look that drew attention without demanding it.
Her skin was fair and flawless, with a delicate blush dusting her cheeks that lent her an air of warmth and kindness. Her face was finely sculpted—a slim nose, soft lips curved in a faint, almost shy smile, and a gently shaped jawline that added to her ethereal beauty. Yet, despite her striking appearance, there was a quiet hesitancy in her posture, a subtle self-doubt that suggested she didn't fully realize the effect her beauty had.
Her crimson eyes swept across the simple room she found herself in. Light brown walls framed the space, a wooden sliding door leading out, and the floor beneath her feet was polished wood. A TV rested atop a short, one-foot wooden table, while a modest closet stood tucked into the far corner. A single window on the left wall let in the morning light, casting soft shadows across the otherwise bare, square room. Every object was minimal, practical, and unadorned, a quiet reflection of her own minimalist tastes.
"Good morning, Hermay," she murmured to herself, her voice soft, almost contemplative.
When those words left her soft, delicate lips, a voice echoed through the room—though no one was visibly there.
[Oh~ Good morning, honey~ How was your sleep?]
The voice was warm and motherly, yet carried a teasing, alluring tone that made it impossible not to notice. It lingered in the air, soft and intimate, wrapping around her like a gentle caress.
The silver-haired woman murmured softly, "It was a continuation of yesterday's dream… I wonder what will happen next?"
There was a brief pause before the motherly voice replied, carrying that same warm, teasing tone.
[Well~ anyways~ you've received another reward for today… do you want to check it?]
The silver-haired woman had grown accustomed to this strange routine. Rewards arrived daily or at random occasions, under conditions she didn't fully understand, yet they kept her alive and nourished. At first, waking in a place she didn't recognize had left her utterly bewildered. She didn't know herself, her surroundings, or even who she was—everything was a blank slate.
Then she heard a voice—a warm, motherly voice—but it didn't belong to a person. It came from a transparent panel she could see and touch, something that existed yet felt almost untouchable. Thanks to that voice and the panel, she had survived. Hermay, as the voice explained, was like an entity bound to her, a system program she could only access through the panel. The rules were simple: daily rewards, occasional rewards, and quests, though she had no understanding of how any of it worked or why it happened.
Curious about this strange being, the woman asked for a name. The voice replied that it had none. So, she had taken to calling it Hermay—a shortened version of her name, unknown designation—something to call it by, something to connect to, even in this strange, regulated life.
She didn't know anything—nothing about what had happened to her, or how she had ended up in this place. When she regained her consciousness, she awoke in this same room she had been living in all along. Her only support, her only connection to the world, was Hermay.
She had tried asking countless questions—what had happened to her, who she was, why she couldn't remember anything, what the panel was, where it had come from, and more—but Hermay always gave the same cryptic answer: "How should I know?"
She never pressed further, though the questions lingered relentlessly in her mind. Curiosity gnawed at her constantly, a quiet, insistent ache that filled every corner of her thoughts.
She hesitated for a moment, then asked, just to be sure, "Hermay… how many days have I been here?"
[Asking me again? Even though you already know the answer?] Hermay's voice teased gently.
She gave a small, polite smile. "Just… to make sure," she said softly.
[Dear, it's 13 days now, counting up of course~] Hermay replied, her tone warm and playful.
"Time sure flies fast," she murmured, a soft smile brushing her lips.
Hermay's teasing voice chimed in again, [So… do you want to see your reward for logging in today?]
She tilted her head politely. "Hermay… can I see the white panel first?" she asked gently.
[Of course, my dear~] Hermay replied warmly, her voice wrapping around the words like a soft embrace.
The silver-haired woman's eyes fell upon a white panel, no bigger than a book, appearing gently right in front of her.
From the panel, black Arial letters glowed clearly against the pristine background. The text was simple, unadorned, displaying basic information about her—facts that seemed familiar yet distant, a quiet reminder of who she was.
☆Ding—
□ [ HERMAY ]
〔 Onepiece | bleach |...|...| 〕
•Name:Harmonia Hermaphroditus
•Title: The Anomaly
•Race: *******
•Constitution:********
•Charm:♡
□ ABILITIES
• Fuku Fuku no Mi"Garb-Garb Fruit" / "Clothes-Clothes Fruit"
Type: Paramecia.(!)
□INVENTORY
•Money: 1,386 ( current currency yen; ¥)
•Rusted Marine Blade (= 500 ¥)
•Shusui
-Basic Info:
Katana (Ō Wazamono – Great Grade sword; Black Blade
□QUEST LOG
•No active quests
□NOTIFICATIONS.
•Bleach(97.89 %)
"One Piece? Hmmm…" Harmonia murmured, her crimson eyes scanning the white panel. "If I remember correctly, that was the very first programmed source of the rewards… and this Bleach is the newly acquired one, right, Hermay?"
[Yup~ The system detected a pure spiritual essence available, which was automatically integrated and will be used as one of the sources of rewards. Technically, it's a freebie~] Hermay replied, her tone gentle but teasing.
"Spiritual essence? I wonder what that means…" Harmonia muttered to herself, her brows furrowed slightly. Her gaze flicked to the progress bar. "Looks like it's going to reach one hundred percent soon… but these weird titles again. And these two? One Piece… and Bleach… hmm? An undergarment… and… for bleaching? I don't really get it… yet somehow it feels like I know what this is at the same time."
Her blood-red eyes swept over the rest of the panel. She noticed that many of the rewards she had received before were common objects—canons, guns, papers, weapons—and she had converted most of them into yen, which she used as her main source of income. Some rewards, however, like the Fuku Fuku no Mi and the Shusui, couldn't be converted. And honestly… she wouldn't ever want to. That black blade, Shusui, was too cool, and the Devil Fruit? It was the reason she didn't need to buy clothes for herself. It had been an enormous help, she admitted quietly, almost to herself.
The rest of the information on the panel remained the same—some entries still unknown and confusing, and asking about them would only make her more perplexed.
"Hermay… can I see my reward for today?" Harmonia asked softly, her tone polite.
[Of course~ my dear~]
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