Mari jolted upright, her eyes snapping open in pure shock. She gasped, chest heaving, as she looked wildly around her as she found herself not around the bus station. Pain of being hit by a truck and flown thought the air hitting the ground hard surged through her veins, and for a moment, she couldn't tell where she was or what had just happened.
The last thing was feeling her entire body in pain and then everything turn black.
Her hands flew to her sides, clutching at her body.
"Ah—I... I'm alive?" she whispered, voice trembling. Fear and pain laced every word as she spoke those words.
The memory of the truck, the blinding light, the cold... it all lingered like a nightmare that hadn't finished yet.
But here she was breathing so she was Alive.
"Huh…" Mari muttered to herself as she looked around the strange place she had ended up in.
The ground beneath her was dirt-covered, littered with trash and broken glass. She could hear the faint rumble of cars passing by somewhere nearby.
"huh. I'm in… an alley, but this doesn't explain how I am here ?" she mumbled, trying to make sense of it all. singing " there are more question then answer "
She brought a shaky hand to her head, but the moment her fingers made contact, she felt something wet. Her eyes widened in alarm. Pulling her hand away, she stared at her palm that had little red blood on it.
"Wait… No first thing is to get away from this dirty place then I will think about my head later as i don't feel pain from it "
Her heart pounded as she looked again, this time noticing the strands of long, white-blond hair tangled around her fingers. Hair that definitely wasn't hers.
"What the fucking hell is going on?" Mari muttered, her voice cracking with panic.
"No stop paining Mari lets no get distractive "
She staggered forward, trying to walk toward the alley's exit. But before she could reach the light, a sharp, blinding pain exploded in her head.
"Aghhh!"
She screamed, clutching her temples, and collapsed to the ground. The pain was unbearable, stabbing like needles behind her eyes.
Images, thoughts, memories which were not her's started flooded her mind like a dam that had just had been broken. Foreign names, places, feelings. It wasn't just information. It was alive a life of someone.
after all the memories had enter her mine she had come to a realization which she wanted to dine but couldn't that
This wasn't her body.
These… weren't her memories.
She had transmigrated.
"Ah… ahaha…" Mari chuckled to herself, a bitter laugh escaping her lips as the memories finally settled.
She had transmigrated into the body of a 14-year-old orphan girl. Her parents had died during a Kaiju attack at the beach—one of those freak incidents. The superheroes had arrived too late. So, yeah… they died.
At least, she thought grimly, the girl's name was also Mari. That made things slightly easier. Less of an identity crisis, she guessed.
But then came the real kicker.
This world… this wasn't some peaceful superhero world No This was the world of Invincible.
Not exactly the best place for a regular, powerless person to survive. Honestly, it could be worse—she could've ended up in Warhammer or something equally hellish. But still…
"Why couldn't it have been a slice-of-life anime world…?" she muttered, sighing as she stared up at the gray sky above the alley.
Getting up from the cold, dirty ground, Mari began walking with a direction in mind back to the orphanage.
She now understood why she had woken up in that alley… and why her head was bleeding.
The memories told her everything.
The previous owner of this body—this 13 year-old version of Mari—wasn't exactly popular. Some of the other kids had taken to calling her a demon because of her ghostly pale skin and eerie yellow eyes. They bullied her constantly, teasing her, isolating her… and, just earlier today, some of them had taken it too far.
They'd tried to beat her up.
It ended with her head slammed into the floor.
And that had led to this—Mari's transmigration. A girl had died in pain and fear… and now Mari wore her skin.
"Well," Mari muttered to herself, clutching the side of her aching head.
"I could beat up those kids," Mari muttered, rubbing her temple, "but they're like… 13. Also, even if I wanted to, I don't have any powers."
She paused.
Her eyes widened as a thought struck her.
"Status."
Nothing happened.
"System?" she tried again.
A crooked smile crept across Mari's face as a flickering, glitchy interface suddenly materialized in front of her. Bright blue text floated in midair, shifting and jittering like a busted hologram.
She continued to smile—until she read the words.
And then, her smile vanished completely.
Her eyes widened and Her stomach dropped.
"No. No no no. Oh god, please… give me anything but this," Mari whispered, staring at the screen like it had personally betrayed her.
[Wizarding Gacha System: Active]
"…I was joking," she muttered, dead inside. "It was a joke. A joke."
She stared at the glitching words on the floating screen.
"Ah, there's nothing I can do about it," Mari sighed, ruffling her hair in frustration.
A sharp tch escaped her lips—followed by a groan when she realized she'd just smeared even more blood into her already messy, white-blonde hair.
Great.
She let out a long sigh. Getting angry was pointless. For now, she needed to focus.
Mari turned her attention back to the system screen. looking at the on founding out how the system function and what are the requirements for it for her earn the pulls .