“Damn it…”
Iris threw her head back with a Soul Shout, her long white hair a wild, tangled mess from her own frustrated fingers.
In her previous life, she’d been a model worker—what they called a “workaholic overlord.”
The night before, she’d stayed up until dawn binging manga, then forced herself through overtime the next day, working late into the night and, ultimately, to her own death.
When she opened her eyes again, she’d been summoned to another world by a smiling goddess named Oli.
Supposedly, it was “in recognition of her dedication to work.” She was given the title of “Divine Executor,” a new name—“Iris”—and sent on her way, utterly dizzy and disoriented.
Having read her fair share of isekai stories, Iris’s head had instantly filled with visions of “heroes slaying demon kings” and “saving the world.”
Just thinking she’d get to rule over another world, wielding some golden cheat as the protagonist, had fired her up—she’d agreed without even a second thought.
And the result?
She didn’t become the protagonist. She became someone else’s cheat.
And not even a cool one—a soft, fluffy, utterly harmless little white-haired dumpling.
“Who in their right mind gets reincarnated just to become someone else’s System?!” Iris wailed inwardly.
When Oli had asked her what she wanted, her mind had been filled with nothing but manga and games.
She’d blurted out her only request: the entire library of manga and games.
Looking back now, what a massive loss.
Any fighting spirit she’d had was long ground away by the harsh reality of this new life, but at least her Host was a cute blue-haired girl.
If it had been some chuunibyou boy shouting “You have chosen the path of death!”…
Iris clicked her tongue, too exhausted even to complain. She just wanted to strike.
Thankfully, after she’d insisted over and over, Oli finally agreed: help her Host become the strongest in the world, and Iris would receive a physical body of her choice—free to roam the world as she pleased.
So, the only way forward was to help her Host become the world’s strongest!
“That…um, are you alright?” Anya tiptoed over, her blue eyes wide with timidity as she stared at Iris.
Iris, pulled from her thoughts, shook her messy hair and replied with a bit of a dazed tone, “I’m fine, I’m fine. Just trying to process how ridiculous this all is…”
Seeing she’d calmed down, Anya timidly asked, “Did you save me? Or…is this Heaven?”
“Heaven? You’re overthinking it.” Iris shook her head. “This is your own mental world.”
She glanced at the blue-haired girl before her, her tone laced with a hint of annoyance: “Goddess Oli sent me here to be your—er, cheat…No, your support. Call me Iris, or System, whatever you like. I’ve got your back now (probably).”
“Oli?!” Anya’s pupils shrank sharply.
That was the Creation Deity revered by the entire Human Empire, a figure depicted as holy and untouchable in every Church mural!
But she was a firm “God-doesn’t-exist” kind of person—how could she be chosen by Goddess Oli?
It all seemed a bit too strange.
But, seeing Iris’s annoyed reaction at the mention of Oli, Anya wisely didn’t ask further, simply swallowing her questions.
Iris studied Anya for a moment, an absurd thought suddenly flashing through her mind.
If even I, a transmigrator, can only be someone else’s System…could this blue-haired girl be…?
The idea sent a jolt through her heart, as if she’d stumbled on some earth-shattering secret.
She blurted out, “What did Newton discover?”
Anya looked utterly bewildered, her clear eyes filled with confusion. She clearly had no idea what Iris was talking about.
“Ah, never mind, forget I said anything, ahem…” Iris’s cheeks burned, and she waved her hands hurriedly, looking for all the world like an embarrassed little dumpling.
Anya watched her flustered panic, the corners of her lips twitching up despite herself, though she dared not let it show.
So cute. I really want to touch her ahoge.
“Eh? Is there something in my hair?” Iris, noticing Anya’s gaze fixed on her head, rubbed her hair in confusion.
“N-nothing…” Anya hurriedly averted her eyes, her ears turning a subtle shade of red.
The atmosphere finally eased up from its initial stiffness, and Anya took the opportunity to ask, “Since this is my mental world, Iris, does that mean something happened to me in reality?”
Iris seized the chance to reassure her, coughing lightly. “Relax! I’m your System—how could I let anything happen to you? We’ve already formed our contract. If you died, I’d be the one losing out!”
Anya tilted her head, completely confused. “What’s a System?”
Now sure Anya wasn’t from her own world, Iris forced herself to explain, “Simply put, that damned woman made me sign a Magic Contract with you. You’re the Master, and I’m your serva—”
She choked the word back and puffed up her cheeks, correcting herself, “Assistant! Yes, I’m your exclusive assistant!”
No way was she calling her “Master” or “Host.” Absolutely not!
Seeing Anya still unsure, Iris waved a hand dismissively.
“Don’t worry! Time outside is moving super slow—probably less than a second’s passed out there, not even enough for a breeze to rustle your hair~ Since that damned woman chose you, I might as well explain my abilities.”
“Once again, I’m Iris, both the Divine Executor of Goddess Oli and the System residing in your body. I don’t have a physical form—no one but you can see me.”
“Oli picked you, so of course I’ll do my best to help. But don’t expect me to do everything for you!”
“Most importantly, as your System, I’ll provide some ‘cheats.’ Think of them as divine gifts. But these gifts need to be unlocked—and there’s only one requirement: Fame Points.”
“There are five stages of Fame Points. Each time you reach a stage, you unlock a divine gift—your System’s reward.”
Anya could guess, more or less, that she’d obtained something incredible.
But as soon as that thought surfaced, a chill ran down her spine.
If outsiders found out she’d received such a miracle, wouldn’t she be dissected for research?
“All the explanations are done. For our initial contract, I’ll grant you your first reward. The choice is yours.”
With that, Iris gathered a wisp of silvery light at her fingertip, chanting softly.
In the next instant, a burst of brilliant light exploded forth.
A simple, dark Panel appeared before Anya, along with three shimmering cards, each radiating a soft magical glow.
[Host Name: Anya Auckland
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Class: First Swordmaster
Fame Points: 100]
The Panel’s information was blunt and unembellished, but Anya’s gaze was instantly drawn to the three cards.
Just as Anya reached for the cards, Iris casually reminded her, “Little Anya, you can only pick one of the three cards. Think carefully—once you choose, there’s no going back.”
Iris snuck a peek at the Panel’s name, muttering inwardly: So my Host is called Anya? But with that delicate build, how does she wield a greatsword? She’s actually a Swordmaster?
Anya, hearing this, hesitated mid-reach and examined the three cards, noticing each was covered in tiny text.
[Unfaltering: Greatsword swing speed doubled, stamina greatly enhanced, allowing you to maintain peak combat power through prolonged battles.]
[Goof Off: For the next year, no increase in mana/battle aura. After one year, immediately break through to the third tier.]
[Converter: Swordsmanship proficiency can be converted into equivalent magic proficiency. Can be toggled at will.]