Day 400 in this world.
Sera City
"Pew pew!"
"Ganging up on me like this, huh…?"
A cute girl in a pink adventurer outfit stood face-to-face with a massive swarm of Rabs. In her hands, she gripped a mighty weapon that made the rabbits eye her warily. Finally, she yanked it out and launched her attack!
"Here's your carrots, everyone!"
"Pew pew pew!"
The Rab swarm squealed in delight. They're totally used to me and super tame. Oh, right—it's me! Not some girl, but a boy-girl, Grace herself! Yup, that's me!
Geng (Real Body): HP -6
Hmm, still getting watched now and then, huh? I haven't canceled that curse yet. HP -6? Bet Miss Melt's admiring me right now. Go ahead, fangirl to your heart's content!
As Grace (aka me), the 10th hero—and let's be real, the weakest among all the otherworlders (or at least the weakest of the 10 on this continent)—I've been here for a grand total of 400 days. Everything's been peaceful. I'm living up to my promise to survive for 100 years, doing guild quests, helping villagers, chatting folks up, and taming monsters that can be domesticated.
Scamper scamper!
"Hey, one at a time, okay? Head pats for everyone!"
"Pewww~"
The little rabbits love Grace's head pats. Sometimes I wonder if I accidentally unlocked some Princess Dis-this, Dis-that, Dis-ney skill, where I sing "La la la~" and animals come running to help. Y'know, that kinda vibe…
While my other bodies are out there slowly digging up intel on this world, this goody-two-shoes Grace isn't just sitting around.
"Here's the book I borrowed!"
"Wow, Grace, you finished all of them? Impressive! What's next, hmm?"
"Gimme books about past heroes or legendary warriors, please!"
"Gotcha. Fairy tales or history books this time? Ooh, look, there's even a novel about this one!"
"All of them, please!"
"You got it~"
After finishing daily errands, Grace hits the library often, devouring history books and fairy tales. Gotta show those goddesses I'm serious about studying survival tactics, not just slacking off day by day.
Evening
"Big sisters, can't Grace wear something normal for once?"
"No way, Grace, this outfit's perfect!"
"Nuh-uh, this one's better!"
"No, no, this one suits Grace best!"
"Waaah! I agree!" x4
"That outfit's a no-go… I mean, please!"
HP -6… HP +3
"Sighhh~"
The evening guild staff are just like the morning crew—obsessed with bathing me and dressing me up like I'm their personal doll. And what is with these outfits?!
In a cozy bedroom lit by magic bulbs as bright as daylight, take a look at me, the otherworld hero…
A girl in provocative stringy underwear—top and bottom—custom-made in pinkish-purple, with a sheer pink veil draped over her body. Smooth skin from all that scrubbing, a slightly perky tush, lying face-down on the bed, kicking her legs as she dives into a history book about a female wolf-kin warrior. Flat-as-a-board chest pressed against a pillow, her chin resting on it. Braided hair spills over, nearly covering the book. Soft lips purse slightly, caught up in the story. Smooth elbows prop up the massive book—almost as big as her—while sharp eyes scan every word. She brushes stray hair behind her ear with a flick.
HP -6
Hmm, interesting… Most of the warrior legends I've read happened 400-800 years ago—dangerous adventures, relentless monster invasions. They usually end with the hero defeating something before vanishing. Some records say they died. Others stretch over 3-40 years. One clear pattern? Their stories peak with a massive first battle, then every 10 years, some epic event hits—facing a powerful monster or clashing with hellish warriors.
If the timeline's right, that means… a life-or-death fight every 10 years?! Those "odd years" are when heroes start making a name for themselves, but they've been farming for a bit before that. That's why epic events pop off every decade.
"Huh… so the wolf-kin big sis had to fight other warriors?"
Grace mutters just enough to let the fairies know I'm gathering intel, but I'm not spilling to the goddesses how much I've pieced together.
From all these books, those ancient warriors? They're us—people isekai'd from other worlds. I'm pretty sure of it. Some records mention weird tech from otherworlders that wowed the locals. One guy even griped about missing his… sama phone? Smartphone, right? So, the folks who got here 400 years ago aren't that far off from us age-wise. Smartphones only blew up in our world like 10-17 years ago.
Here's the kicker: what's with the stories ending in those "odd years" or "odd years +10"? Victory? Death? Is there some "Victory Invitation" every 10 years to go home? And if you die, do you get sent back too? Honestly, I'm itching to test something: if Grace dies, will I get yeeted back to my old world? But Grace isn't my real body. If there's a 100-slot ticket home, it'd be my fake body going back, not me! Not that I'm dying to return anyway. I could try it, but poor Miss Melt would be heartbroken.
Ugh, thinking about this is giving me a headache. I'll save the full breakdown for my friends later.
"Yawn~"
Grace is getting sleepy. She slips a bookmark into the massive legend book, shuts it, and sets it on the carved wooden headboard. Flipping onto her back, she reveals a flat tummy with a cute navel—no fat, but not scrawny either. Even her undies are flat as a board… (Sobs, why so tiny, huh? I mean, when I'm not… y'know, "standing tall." She's still a kid, right? Right.) She grabs a picture book to read, until…
"Zzz… zzz~"
She dozes off.
End of Chapter 41
The Warriors of Old Were Isekai'd Like Us?