Skill: Shape Transformation

Meanwhile, most people were already wide awake in broad daylight.

I slowly opened my eyes.

"Ugh... my head..."

It seemed like after the 3rd Job Change, the knowledge infusion started, and the massive pain caused me to pass out from shock.

As I slowly sorted through the sea of information still flooding my brain, I clutched my head and sat up in the capsule.

"What time is it... huh?"

I turned on my phone.

I confirmed that less than 24 hours remained until the guild meetup.

"Ah... damn..."

My body felt as heavy as a waterlogged cotton ball.

"Clean."

Sweat and such were all gone, but I couldn't shake the sticky feeling clinging to my skin.

With a sigh, I stripped off my clothes and headed to the bathroom for a shower.

...

After a quick shower, I checked the avalanche of notifications on my phone.

Most were messages from the guild raid ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠party members, piling up from the first stream cutoff to the second.

There were so many it was daunting to even look.

I logged into the group chat and left a short message.

Replies poured in the moment I sent it.

Asking if I was okay, if I could make the meetup, all messages of concern for me—I smiled.

With that final message, I turned off my phone and began checking my physical condition.

My head was clear. After passing out for over ten hours straight, I didn't feel sleepy or tired at all.

Just a slight headache from all the information crammed in my mind.

I closed my eyes slowly and started organizing the new knowledge I'd gained.

'Most basic spells are usable now... and curses are here.'

Curse.

A mental magic mainly used for debuffs on enemies, but there were direct attack skills like Curse of Erosion too.

'...Where the hell am I supposed to use this?'

No matter how I thought about it, curses had no practical use.

I'm not trying to conquer the world or anything.

Just aiming to live a simple day-to-day life.

'Still... this one might be useful somewhere?'

"Perfect for dealing with annoying kids."

The Great Witch Successor class had about 50 skills.

Forty of them were still locked, but I smiled in satisfaction—then a hypothesis hit me.

'Now I gotta train under Asella... but it won't hurt like this every time I learn a skill, right?'

A shiver of unease ran through me, and I sighed, flopping onto the bed.

"...It'll work out somehow."

The other unlocked skills all seemed pretty solid too.

Maybe because it's the 3rd Job Change.

Lots of main damage dealers I could use right away in-game.

"Wait, but... what is this?"

I immediately raised my hand in the air and activated the skill.

A classic witch's broom materialized in mid-air.

"Heh... well now."

In-game, it was just a convenient travel skill, nothing more.

But in reality...

I hopped on the broom.

No worries about falling off—it stuck to me like an extension of my body, fully controllable.

"...Gonna use this for cleaning later."

Definitely handy, but who advertises themselves as a witch?

"...Telling me to raise cats?"

...

Witch's Aura III, Mind Control, Elemental Expert.

These three seemed immediately useful in real life.

Witch's Aura boosts charm like before, Mind Control for shooing away flies, Elemental Expert... more magic is always better.

After sorting everything, I felt like I'd forgotten something.

"Oh, the stream..."

"I'm screwed..."

This felt like déjà vu from last time...

...

The chat wasn't as chaotic as I'd feared.

But sick?

"Ahaha... hey everyone... sorry about that, first off."

Ah, they were mistaking the time I yelled and the stream glitched.

I continued casually.

"Ahaha... I'm fine. I overdid it a bit and passed out briefly..."

"...? No, I'm fine..."

For some reason, the chat's vibe turned somber, like a funeral.

I sensed no words would change it, so I gave up explaining and just laughed it off.

"Ahaha... thanks for worrying, everyone."

I launched Lost World.

...

"You know witches were treated as heretics in the past, right?"

In front of me stood Asella, wielding a tiny stick like a pointer at a chalkboard.

"And you know the witch hat is the most important symbol of identity for witches."

I nodded, listening intently to Asella.

"Especially Great Witches—if caught, it was game over, so Priscilla made this skill to survive."

"Originally, you can only change your own appearance, and at first, just hair color, eye color? Like this."

With that, Asella's eyes turned purple.

"...Well, sometimes when I miss Priscilla, I'd do this and look in the mirror."

"Asella..."

"...Whatever! Anyway, let's try it together. The principle is..."

...

"...Nice."

"Kuuuuhhh...."

I stretched languidly.

Time had slipped past 10 PM already.

"Shall we end today's stream here?"

"Ahaha, I've got plans tomorrow. Gotta log off now."

"Not a boyfriend ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠or anything. Just plans, don't worry."

I logged out of Lost World.

The moment I did, a pain slightly less intense than the 1st job change stabbed my head.

"Ack..!"

"What kind of low fatigue threshold is this..."

The Shape Transformation knowledge had already transferred to my brain, but restarting the stream felt like too much hassle, so I just exited the capsule.

"Haa... well. This might actually help."

Guild members kept voice calling, thinking I'd collapsed again.

I picked up.

I answered the call from Eumsiinjang, who'd been with me for so long, chuckling awkwardly.

"Ahaha... yeah, I'm fine. Just a headache for a sec. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Really no issue."

"Haa... good. You coming to the meetup tomorrow?"

"Of course. Gotta go tomorrow no matter what."

"...Got it. Take care, see you tomorrow!"

The call ended.

Before bed, I stood in front of the mirror and tried changing my eye color.

Black, white, red, blue.

Seeing my eyes flash like LEDs, I smirked.

"Fun. Gotta raise proficiency later and try more stuff."

I sank into bed, lost in thoughts.

"...Tomorrow, finally meeting them in person."

After years of talks and sharing precious experiences—even if virtual—with them.

"I'll do fine."

With this face and body, first impressions would give bonus points at least.

Still, first time doing something like this, so nerves were there.

"...They're good people."

Lost in thoughts, I finally fell asleep at 1 AM, two hours later.