Transmigrator Trait: Gotta Size Up Reality Quick
"There are more stars in the universe than grains of sand, and there are even more crazy bitches out there."
— Author Unknown
But that wonder didn't last long.
No matter how you sliced it, wallowing in confusion here wouldn't change a damn thing.
Plus, the cheat-like mental fortitude dwelling in my body was doing its job splendidly, keeping me from any total mental meltdown or freakout.
So, I decided to crank up my resolve with the classic mantra: If you can't dodge it, enjoy it.
Not to toot my own horn or anything, but honestly, compared to my old acne-riddled, glasses-wearing, short-stack garbage self, this new look was straight-up gorgeous.
Sure, like all these modpack 'skins' made by fan creators instead of the devs, it was loaded with over-the-top features...
Kiririk, kkaak!
"Even better."
I stretched, my mechanical (plus biological?) tentacles wriggling along with me, and figured hey, better than before—good enough for me.
Once I settled on that, the natural human question bubbled up: So, what's my actual situation here?
Luckily, our status window was on the ball, serving up the deets.
> Name: Benya Tomiri
> Affiliation: Demonia Empire
> Rank: Demonia Empire Milan Planet Dispatch Branch Chief
> Gender: Female
> Traits: Scientist, Researcher, Inquisitive Mind, Focus, Frailty, Body Modification, Immortal Spirit (Cheat), Immortality (Cheat)
> Body: Hamster-level strength and durability, but revives even from dust
> Mind: Cheat-locked—never drops below baseline stability
> Intelligence: ???
"A promising scientist from the Demonia Empire. Originally just one researcher among many in the R&D department."
"After proving herself, she was promoted to executive and now embarks on her first assignment as branch chief!"
"Not bad. I get the picture pretty much."
Thankfully, no main quest screw-up drama here—the basic setup matched what I knew.
I nodded, my idiot cowlick flopping along, feeling a smidge of satisfaction.
Bonus: I even learned my name, something I'd never bothered picking. Life's weird like that.
And yeah, feeling that satisfaction per the modpack creator's description...
Ding-ding-ding... Ding!
> You can now use the 'Gallery' (translator's note) with other participants!
"Familiar faces, as expected."
The status windows poured in, alongside that oh-so-recognizable community layout.
Raw reactions from modpack users worldwide—fascinating stuff.
By now, I'd pieced together my situation pretty well.
Next up: What mess were we in right now?
Time to call in the 'adjutant'—no, wait.
Instinct kicked in: this body called her 'assistant,' not adjutant.
I summoned the assistant outside for a briefing.
In strolled Elena: gray hair, pink eyes, and a bombshell figure that put my scrawny frame to shame.
"We're currently en route to Planet 5 in the Milan system, tasked with conquest ops for the Demonia Empire."
"Got it. And my tools for this conquest?"
"One Andromalius-class stealth heavy cruiser, 50 Chimera soldiers, 5 Chimera officers, and me."
"...For real?"
"Standard support for branch chiefs like you handling planet-scale ops. The rest is up to you—that's the Empire's way."
At first glance, the scale seemed massive.
Screenshots had me dreaming of leading millions of troops and fleets in epic space opera chaos...
But nope—Elena said we'd been dropped with neighborhood picnic numbers.
I couldn't help but wonder if this was right.
At least the status window (visible only to me—Elena didn't blink) offered some comfort while I pondered.
"Even aiming for world conquest, the Empire won't hand unproven execs massive forces and supplies."
"Hmm, makes sense?"
"Obvious. New execs like you lack command experience—give 'em too much, they crack and cause incidents. Big data from centuries proves it."
"Ah."
With Elena and the gallery both confirming no issues...
I breathed a quiet sigh of relief, figuring we could ease in nice and steady.
...But that peace lasted maybe 10 minutes tops.
Tsssh, boom!
"Doctor, we've touched down on Milan Planet 5 surface as planned."
"Excellent! One small step for man—one giant leap for mankind!"
"External atmo's standard Earth-like—no oxy masks needed."
"Yippee~!"
By then, I'd adapted to this body's haughty mad-scientist speech patterns.
Even Elena's sharp tongue felt normal.
Right after that leisurely landing...
> 'Milan's Red Catastrophe' linked event commencing
> *Failure = Milan system annihilation
"What the hell."
The sudden 'random encounter'—with max danger flags—hit me like a truck.
My barely-mastered mad-scientist swagger vanished in a wave of sheer bewilderment.