From Supporting Character System to Western Fantasy Otome Game

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Wild cherries hung from the branches, their skins a tender, ruby red, exuding an invitingly sweet fragrance. Beside them grew a cluster of freshly bloomed wisteria, glistening with dew-like nectar, while fuzzy bumblebees hummed busily as they gathered pollen.

Shana stood on her tiptoes, carefully plucking the fruit. In her other hand, she held a crude basket woven from vines, already filled with a variety of wild cherries, mulberries, and strawberries.

After adding a branch of cherries so heavy with fruit that no leaves could be seen, she tucked a sprig of pale yellow, red-edged Alpine Michelias into the basket. A rich, intoxicating scent—resembling a blend of apple, banana, and melon—wafted to her nose. Shana activated her Cloud-Light Technique and leaped down from the tree canopy dozens of meters above.

"Whoops."

As she touched the ground, Shana’s foot twisted, and she nearly stumbled. Fortunately, after several days of frequent practice, she had become quite proficient with the Cloud-Light Technique. She immediately executed a soft hop, letting her body float briefly to regain her balance before checking the fruit in her vine basket.

Good, nothing was crushed.

Seeing that the results of her long morning's labor were unharmed, Shana finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Clutching her basket, she limped toward the edge of a nearby stream.

The water was crystal clear, reflecting a face of peerless beauty. Shana stared blankly at the surface, her movements as she washed the fruit gradually slowing down.

This face was not her original one. It was the game character she had played while executing "Supporting Character Missions" for the Chronos Agency.

The girl in the water appeared to be only fifteen or sixteen years old. Every feature was delicate and perfect; her eyes seemed to hold a soft, lingering mist which, combined with her slender, darkened brows, gave her the ethereal air of a celestial being. Even more rare was her "modeled" bombshell figure—an angelic face paired with a devilish body. Her 34D bust was complemented by a statuesque 172cm height, a full 5cm taller than Shana had been in real life.

Breathtakingly beautiful... but of course she was.

Shana had spent two full days meticulously customizing this face. Those misty, dreamlike eyes utilized the most expensive lighting effect available. Then there were the details of her skin texture and more. When she had first finished the design, Shana had spent an entire afternoon simply taking screenshots to admire her work.

Now that the 2D had become 3D, the degree of beauty had increased exponentially. Even though she had been here for nearly three days, Shana still lost herself in a daze every time she caught a glimpse of her new reflection.

Yes, she had transmigrated, trapped inside the shell of her own game character.

To this day, Shana still didn’t understand it. She had performed a single act of bravery in her old life, and although she had accidentally met a "Game Over" in the process, the Supporting Character System was supposed to be able to rewind her life state to one hour prior. Why, then, in the blink of an eye, had she ended up in this vast, primordial green forest, wearing her game’s skin?

The various red wild fruits were washed clean. With one bite, they were sweet and delicious...

...Yet, a hollow ache of hunger rose from Shana’s stomach.

Ever since her mysterious transmigration, she had eaten nothing but wild berries for every meal. Although she was cautious—choosing only those that showed signs of being nibbled by birds or beasts, or those that looked familiar to avoid poisoning—she was reaching her breaking point.

Shana had never craved carbohydrates so much in her life. She dreamed of rice and noodles, specifically the high-quality Wuchang rice from the Northeast and the various pastas she had tasted while traveling through Shaanxi. Only now did she truly appreciate the divine deliciousness of mixed fats and carbs.

While gnawing on a berry, Shana uncontrollably raised her hand. In the void before her, a semi-transparent interface quietly flickered into existence.

Roasted lamb legs, braised pork shanks, expensive ingredients like fish maw and bird's nest, seafood, cashmere, restorative pills, and classic dishes from every major cuisine... all sorts of items were stacked in little square slots. Each slot held quantities in the tens of thousands. Each page contained two hundred slots, and there were twelve pages in total.

Gazing at this transparent frame, which stood barely half a meter tall, Shana felt like she might burst into tears.

This was the Warehouse attached to her account.

After transmigrating, Shana discovered that not only was her body the same as her game character, but she could also use certain in-game skills.

For example, the Cloud-Light Technique that allowed her to hop between trees was a movement skill from the game. However, there was no longer a "cast" button; she had to practice and apply it herself.

It was thanks to these strange, cheat-like game skills that she had managed to survive in this forest for three days.

Since she could use the skills, Shana believed she should be able to take out the supplies she had so diligently and painstakingly collected—like that incredibly tempting array of gourmet food.

However, their status remained: View Only, Not for Use.

This was all because the game Shana had played was a damn erotic otome game. Various permissions could only be unlocked through the collection of essence from different races, and the methods for opening other functions were equally scandalous.

Shana took a fierce, frustrated bite of her berry.

Roasted lamb, cured ham, lotus root and pork rib soup, roast duck, jar-braised pork, oil-splashed noodles, bamboo shoot and bacon stew, yellow croaker wontons... just wait for her! So what if it required intimacy with different races? With this body’s high initial favorability and the specialized physical traits Shana had customized, it would be a piece of cake!

Once the freeze was lifted—at the very least, once the Warehouse access was unlocked—she would have the resources of twelve pages of supplies as her backup. Then, she could afford to be a bit bolder. For these past three days, Shana had been as timid as a wounded dog, only daring to crawl and explore within a five-hundred-meter radius. She still hadn't figured out which continent she was on or which race’s territory she had stumbled into.

Shana’s wish to understand the world's composition was soon granted.

...

Loyd was a young Dark Elf.

Indeed, a Dark Elf—slender of frame, standing nearly two meters tall, with a straight, noble nose and lips full enough to be perfect. His deep, sapphire eyes held a dark intensity, and his deep brown skin shimmered with a soft luster under the sunlight, reminiscent of a dangerous and agile predator lurking silently within the woods. Beneath his hood, his silver hair flowed like satin.

Dark Elf society was matriarchal, and the males were renowned for their prowess in the bedroom. However, this race had seen no new births for over three million years, and their Tree of Life was nearing total withered desolation.

At this moment, Loyd was clutching a branch he had painstakingly stolen from the Light Elves' Tree of Life, flying toward the Black Forest.

But he was too severely wounded.

A momentary lapse in focus had led him straight into a bounty hunter's trap. After escaping with life-threatening injuries, Loyd collapsed in the Sunset Weald, still two hundred kilometers away from the Black Forest. With the last of his energy, he detected a sweet, restless fragrance nearby. In an instant, Loyd locked onto a life form in the distance; from his perception, it was actually a humanoid creature.

A humanoid creature!!!

Was it a damned Dwarf? Or one of those filthy Wood Imps?

Dark Elves were cold by nature, reticent and cruel, gloomy and cunning. They would fight to the death to drive any outsider coveting their clan's secrets away from their borders.

Loyd’s eyes suddenly widened.

Behind a thick, towering hackberry tree to his front-left, a slender figure was hidden secretly within the dim shadows of the branches.

She had neither the hideous, gnomish appearance of a Dwarf nor the greenish skin of a Wood Imp; rather, her entire being seemed to glow with a radiant whiteness.

The skin exposed to the air was whiter and purer than the deep-sea pearls Loyd had seen in the Patriarch's collection.

Beneath a head of exceptionally smooth long hair, beautiful as the dark night, were features of such exquisite beauty that words could not describe them.

More importantly... her figure was more perfect than that of the most graceful female depicted in the Patriarch's treasured memory crystals. Her waist was so narrow it seemed one could wrap a single hand around it, and her silhouette was even more elegant than the Elves, who were famous for being tall and slender.

With her subtle breaths, her cream-like breasts seemed to tremble slightly. Beneath her linen-colored long dress, snowy-white thighs flickered in and out of view, making Loyd unconsciously fantasize about the silky sensation of gripping them firmly with both hands. Her delicate, pale toes were tinged with a hint of pink, glowing with a jade-like luster that made one long to suck and bite at them.