Amy's right-hand rests deep into her coat pockets, shielding them from the icy breath of the night. She walks through the dimly illuminated streets and stares up to the sky, the clouds black and the sky, blacker. Pollution: something prevalent in the modern world of 2088. Most exotic animals had gone extinct: Pufferfish, Rhinos, Koalas, Elephants, Unicorns. Most don't know which were real and which are fake.

Amy looks to the bag of groceries in her left-hand. That'll be able to last her another few days. She takes her right-hand from her pocket to look at her cheap watch. 10:47 PM, she shouldn't be awake this late. It'll worsen her writing quality. She has people counting on her to make a good chapter.

"I don't even want to write tomorrow! I'm way too tired," she mumbles. "No, I've got to be like Aema, energy! She's full of energy so I must be too."

Amy pushes up her glasses as she continues to navigate the dark streets, looking at the grey, dying trees and bushes along the way. She reads the numbers on the doors, still has a long way to go.

423, 422, 421, 420, 419, 418, 417.

"This city's grid layout is so boring," Amy states as she brushes her tangled and ragged black hair from hair her eyes.

'No curves, just straight and linear... didn't someone say that about my book? The plot is predictable, and the romance between the female protagonist and male romantic lead is stale. Well, it's successful, and if it's successful, why change it? Right?'

Amy looks across the road to the shop and stares at her reflection in the glass. The world almost seems to dull around her. A pain suddenly surges through her head, causing her to drop to the ground. Her knees buckle, any control over them leaving her as the wave of pain races through her body. Amy's vision is flooded by contrasting vibrant colours. Her groceries spread out across the pavement.

Thump,

Thump,

Thump,

Thump.

The pain disappears, Amy collects herself, picking up her groceries swiftly. There wasn't anyone around to see that. She quickly dismisses the pain as a migraine of some sort brought on by lack of sleep.

A long yawn leaves Amy's lips. Her eyes close slowly with every step she takes, like falling into a slow trance while being hypnotised.

An earsplitting honk thunders in her ears. She raises her tired eyes to a truck barreling towards her. When did she get to a crossroad? There isn't one for another 500 metres. Amy attempts to jump, leap or dive out of the way as any sane person would; however, her feet are frozen and unable to move. As if someone had welded them to the ground.

Thump,

Thump,

Thump,

Thump.

The truck smashes into her, launching her feeble human body into the air. She crashes down to the ground, tasting the wet concrete in her mouth as a cold feeling surrounds her.

"What, what happened?" she utters as she feels her body sinking into the road.

'Did I get hit? Am I going to die? I won't be able to write! No, I can't allow my book to halt at chapter 68. My book can't go in an eternal hiatus. My book isn't just my escapism, but others' too — I can't die.'

Her vision is filled with the same bright colours again. Her head feels like it's being squeezed in a powerful vice, getting tighter and tighter and tighter. Her head begins to scream at her, pulsing over and over and over and over...

'This isn't fair.'

...

[You seem lost, child.]

A voice suddenly rings in Amy's head. More accurately, it was a female voice and male voice speaking in unison with each other and merging giving off the impression it is a single voice.

'Who are you? What are you? Am I dying?'

[We have many names, Life and Death, is the most accurate. One cannot exist without the other. And yes, you will die. Your injuries are severe for you to live.]

'Why are you telling me this?'

[We have a power called World Transmigration. And we have something special in store for you. You are going to be transmigrated by us into a world familiar to you. It is partially based on your book A Highschooler Learns To Survive In A Fantasy. It does include some of your characters additionally.]

'Which ones?'

[Zeruna and the Children of Chaos being one them. Catastrophe, Calamity and Cataclysm. Dragon Lord Avendor. We do believe that is it.]

'The Children of Chaos, Calamity, Cataclysm and Avendor are dead in my story. Why are they alive here?'

[We said partially. Now, do you accept? Not accepting will result in you dying.]

'What happens when you die?'

The female voice speaks. [I am life, I hand out death. I am considered a thief, I take.  Rough, hard, and unfair, words used to describe me. words you've used to describe. There's not a person who thinks life is nice and easy no matter how rich or poor.]

Now it is the turn of the male voice only. [Death, what lies at the end of life. I am the one you hear at the end. I will come, no matter how hard you try. However, despite myself taking and not giving, I am often considered the better of the options. Some choose death over life.]

They speak together again. [We are the cycle of life and death, and yet, it's funny because neither of us truly knows what lies at the end of the line. What truly happens when you pass away. Such foreign concepts are beyond us both.]

'For Gods, you don't know an awful lot.'

The two voices begin to laugh in unison, creepily. The pitch of their voices are different, but their volumes are perfectly in sync.

[Who said we were Gods? Anyway, should we assume you've chosen reincarnation?]

'Yes. I have since I assume there is no way back to my body. Down there.'

Unknowingly, the entire time Amy had been speaking, her perspective was raising upwards slowly. Ascending higher and higher into the sky.

[Good, very good. You may make your body. However, you mustn't speak of this conversation under any circumstances to anyone. We are omnipotent and near-omniscient. If you speak of it, nothing but jibberish will erupt from your mouth and your lifespan will decrease by fifty years.]

'At least I won't die like that guy in Another: Zero. Anime from 2016 was the shit.'

[Prepare for reincarnation.]

Her vision had gone beyond Earth, then Mars, Jupiter; accelerating faster and faster until everything around her became a blur. Amy feels herself stop, she looks around and is embraced by endless darkness. Not a single star in sight. Where is she? Beyond the universe? Maybe even further.

A blue screen suddenly appears next to her with a sharp ding sound. 

[Speak your new name:]

'New name? This is like A Highschooler Learns To Survive In A Fantasy. This is what the MC saw before her she got reincarnated. I'll guess I'll use the MC's name too.'

"Aema Caelesi," Amy states.

[Choose your skills ∇.]

A what seems like an endless list of abilities roll out in front of Amy, she scrolls down, and down, and down. It takes her more than a minute to reach the bottom. She tries to sigh, but nothing happens. Is she not breathing? Then how did she speak? Everything is filled with such mystery.

'This'll be a while.'

After taking what seemed like hours of her time choosing her skills, she finally gets the exact skills Aema had in her book. A magical archer, a type of archer-mage hybrid that uses pure mana instead of arrows. It was considered one of the most creative things in her book other than the names.

She then goes through her statistics. Choosing between the options available. Most the stat points aren't thought through as much as they could be, however, that isn't much of Amy's concern. She's just trying to get as close to the original as possible.

Now it got to the body design.

[Race ∇: High Human.]

"Race."

[High Human

Human

Orc

Elvenkind ∇

Lizardkin ∇

Minotaur

Dwarves

Beastkin ∇

Demonkin ∇

Ogres

Vampire ∇

Trolls

Goblin

Undead ∇

Magical Beasts ∇]

'I can't do anything, strange. No matter, High Human doesn't sound too bad. I wonder what the difference is between High Humans and Humans. That'll be something to investigate when I meet fellow Humans. I only briefly mentioned most of these races... I wonder what they look like. I guess I'll find out soon.'

Amy is then presented with a body, it has no hair and no visible features. It looks just a mannequin, no eyes, nose, mouth or ears. The skin is an unsettling grey colour, like a dead body or a completely featureless stone statue.

A message shoots through her brain, telling her to 'imagine the body. Craft each inch of the body. Mold the clay.'

"Well, I've made my name, skills and stuff like Aema. Might as well make my appearance the same as her too, she's better than me so being more like her will make me better," says Amy to herself as she closes her eyes and envisions the words she wrote for her description. "Perfect!"

Long walnut brown hair, golden eyes and an above average bust. She could make any man faint by just looking at them. She's truly a someone equipped with angelic beauty.

[Creation finished?]

"Yes."

[Reincarnation in three...

Two...]

'I can't wait! My adventures start here, in my own story.

[One...]

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Zeruna and Aema sit in their beds across from each other. In the room adjacent, Vidir and Tina are probably sleeping. If not, glaring angrily at each other. If not that, they are attempting to eavesdrop on whatever Aema and Zeruna are talking about. Both would be very interested in Zeruna's childhood and probably Aema's childhood additionally. Considering this, Zeruna prepared multiple spells and counterspells for anyone trying to eavesdrop on their conversation.

Aema begins to spill everything about her reincarnation excluding the part about this Life and Death. They could be watching and listening to them. No amount of Zeruna's magic likely could prevent the two Gods from listening to them. As Gods, they are most likely omnipotent, omnipresent and omniscient. They even said so themselves.

"What about your book?" asks Zeruna impatiently. "I would love to know more about that despite the cliche premise."

"A story for another time."

"Aren't you a fan of cliffhangers," mumbles Zeruna.

"I wish I could've wrote more. Now my readers will forever be in a cliffhanger."

Ah, yes, the plot thiccens. We've also reached the milestone of 800 favourites exactly at the time of publishing.