"Hiss..." Mu Heng sat up from the cold floor, rubbing her temples.
Her entire body ached as if she'd been hit by a car, sent flying dozens of meters, and then skidded across the ground.
"Ugh..." Mu Heng froze. This wasn't just a feeling—she dimly recalled her last memory: a truck bearing the "Great Fortune" logo barreling straight toward her.
"Wait, shouldn't I be dead? Could anyone survive being thrown that far? I'm not even an athlete..." As she spoke, Mu Heng suddenly noticed something strange about her voice.
It wasn't the hoarseness of injury or dehydration, but rather a soft, delicate tone, like a nightingale's song—pure, melodious, and beautiful.
Due to bone conduction, everyone hears their own voice differently from how others perceive it. Sound travels through the bones to the ears, creating a unique internal resonance. Since we constantly "listen" to ourselves, we grow accustomed to this internal sound, which is why most people find their own voice pleasant to listen to.
At that moment, Mu Heng was certain that the reason her voice sounded so pleasant wasn't just because she was used to hearing it; it was genuinely melodious!
But the main problem wasn't even that. It was...
"This is clearly a girl's voice, damn it!"
She abruptly lowered her head, and a strand of pale blue hair slipped down from her forehead. Then, fair skin blocked her view, obscuring her vision.
Trembling, Mu Heng reached down to check her lower body, and as expected, she found nothing there.
Just then, a virtual screen appeared before her:
Beautiful Girl Masquerade System at your service.
[Host: Mu Heng]
[Current Masquerade: Robin]
[Current Objective: Songstress (0.00%)]
"A system?" Mu Heng blinked, startled. But she quickly recovered. I got hit by a truck and didn't die. Why would a system be strange?
Moreover, she glanced around the room. It was a bedroom, but definitely not her own home. So, a transmigration might be part of the package?
The classic combo. Perfectly normal.
Just as Mu Heng was about to delve deeper into the System, a loud crash echoed through the room, followed by the rapid approach of hurried footsteps.
Bang!
The bedroom door burst open, revealing two adult men in black uniforms, pistols leveled at her.
Mu Heng: "???"
What the hell was going on?
Wait a minute, isn't the typical isekai protagonist supposed to gradually climb to the top after getting a System? Am I about to get ganked right off the bat?
The men froze momentarily upon seeing Mu Heng. Drawing and aiming their pistols was clearly a practiced reflex, but their vigilance noticeably eased when they realized their target was just an unarmed girl.
No, she's definitely not ordinary, the leader of the Black-Clad Men thought. The girl squatting on the floor possessed a stunning, almost otherworldly beauty.
When men first see a woman, they often silently rate her on a scale of one to ten. This man felt the girl before him deserved at least a twelve, if not higher.
Without exaggeration, she was the most beautiful person he had ever seen.
But beyond her stunning beauty, two pairs of white, bird-like wings sprouted from beneath the pale cyan hair behind her ears, and a golden halo floated above her head, proving that this girl was anything but ordinary.
The black-clad man frowned slightly, swiftly drew his pistol, and then pulled out an identification badge, displaying it to Mu Heng. "We're from the National Bureau of Anomalous Investigations. Qin Chuming. We need you to come with us."
"Huh?" Mu Heng was even more bewildered. She pointed at herself. "Me?"
"Don't be embarrassed," the black-clad man said. "This is actually quite common. You know, ever since the Dimensional Rift appeared in 2045, bizarre events have become commonplace. People suddenly transforming into others under the influence of unknown forces is hardly rare anymore."
"It's not just turning into girls," he continued. "Some have even transformed into animals—lions, cats, even trees."
"I know this might be hard to accept at first, but it could actually be a good thing. People who experience something like this usually gain some kind of Ability, and in this day and age, having an Ability is definitely an advantage, wouldn't you agree?"
"How many people yearn to become stronger but never get the chance? Now, that opportunity has fallen right into your lap."
"Um..." Mu Heng's mouth hung slightly agape, her expression a mix of bewilderment and dazed confusion. She felt like... was this guy trying to comfort her? But her mind raced with more pressing questions:
Who is Qin Chuming?
2045?
Dimensional Rifts?
Turning into other... things is common?
Well... at least I'm still human. That's got to be good news, right?
Regardless, Mu Heng was now certain she was no longer in her original world. It seemed she had crossed over into a far more dangerous one.
Secondly, the people before her didn't appear to mean her any harm. They were the official organization of this world. Though she still didn't fully grasp the situation, antagonizing them upon arrival would undoubtedly be the worst possible move.
Mu Heng cautiously raised her right hand, like a student asking a question. As she reached out, her hand accidentally brushed against the white wing behind her ear, causing it to flutter instinctively. A strange sensation washed over her.
From an observer's perspective, a faint blush colored her cheeks, making her appear even more endearing.
"So... what do I need to do now?" Mu Heng asked.
"Just come with us to register," the Black-Clad Man replied. "We'll record your details, your abilities, and issue you a brand-new identity certificate. Of course, if you're willing, you can join us and contribute your strength to this chaotic world. If not, you're free to return home and continue your life as before—just be sure to stay within the law."
As he spoke, the Black-Clad Man extended his weathered hand toward Mu Heng, a faint smile gracing his face.
Perhaps this was a gesture of goodwill toward the girl, or perhaps it was proof that even in this brutal world, he still clung to a glimmer of hope.
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