Chapter 0

1.

I looked into the mirror.

There was a girl standing there, someone unfamiliar.

She had snow-white silver hair, blue eyes, and floating above her head was a circular ring.

What is this? Did I die?

“Hmm. You’re still alive, though.”

I’m alive, sure, but something vital is missing.

My gender has changed.

No, it’s not just the gender.

The house I lived in, the objects around me, and even the world itself—everything is different.

A body-swap. A phenomenon I’ve only seen in novels and manga has now happened to me.

“……”

I thought I’d be in a state of shock, but surprisingly, I remained rather calm.

I could roughly guess what kind of world this was, and besides, the situation itself wasn’t so shocking.

“…This is amazing, isn’t it?”

Before the swap, I was twenty years old.

I would have soon been drafted into the military.

Why this happened is a mystery, but I’m quite fortunate not to have been dragged off to that dark-fantasy alternate world (the military) by some demonic national defense department.

And especially…

“Millennium Science School, huh?”

My student ID and school uniform proudly display the symbol.

This place, ‘Blue Archive,’ is likely a highly science-oriented school and district, akin to an engineering university or specialized science high school.

Based on what I can tell, I seem to have swapped into the body of a non-playable character, a mob, one who isn’t yet a proper player.

“Is this really amazing…?”

While the fact that I have to go back to school is somewhat tragic, this situation is better than most.

If I had ended up in Trinity, Gehenna, or worse yet, Abidos?

“Wow…”

I chuckled bitterly and shook my head.

I don’t even want to imagine those places. Even without specifics, those locations are bound to explode in the main storyline sooner or later, aren’t they?

And these places are environmentally terrible.

This is the best place compared to living in modern society.

“And…”

I paused my thoughts and looked down at my student ID again.

Living up to its reputation as a science school, the ID was digital.

[Name: ■■■]

[Grade: 1st Year]

[Club Affiliation: X]

“What the hell is this?”

The name field is blank.

It’s more like it’s been obscured with a mosaic, unreadable.

What is this? Is this my transmigration target? Am I supposed to find the memories of the body I swapped into to retrieve the name? Or—

“…Am I supposed to choose my own name?”

There’s no answer.

I’ll have to think about this later.

Ding—!

At that moment, an alarm rang out.

It was coming from the phone on my bed.

[8:00 AM – School Time!]

Alright. I don’t know about the rest, but let’s head out first.

“Since I’ve already transmigrated, I guess I should explore a bit.”

Transmigration?

Let’s give it a shot.

2.

“Damn it.”

On the way to school, I couldn’t help but mutter a curse and let out a deep sigh.

Because no matter how I looked at it, I was going to be late.

“Why the hell did I even think…”

Before heading to school, I had casually thought, like I used to on Earth, to freshen up a bit before going out, and entered the bathroom.

Of course, I had no intention of bathing.

I just wanted to wash my hair and clean my face before heading out.

“Damn it.”

That was my mistake.

I underestimated the length of a girl’s hair.

The silver hair that fell past my shoulders wasn’t as long as Aris’—which brushed the floor—but the process of applying shampoo and rinsing it out strand by strand was pure hell.

And later, when I used the hairdryer, I realized drying it was even worse…

“…So, where should I go now?”

The worst part, however, was my current situation: I had no knowledge whatsoever of the internal structure of the Millennium building.

Not knowing where to go was frustrating enough, but my damp hair was sticking to my cheeks, making it even more unbearable.

“I’m gonna lose it.”

My mental stability, which had remained intact during the transmigration, was starting to waver.

I suddenly wondered: What kind of curriculum do the schools in Kiburatos follow?

Do they provide mandatory timetables like high school?

Or do they have a free schedule similar to university where students select their own classes?

Based on the fact that club activities often play a central role in games, I suspected the latter was more likely. But here’s the problem—there wasn’t any kind of timetable on the phone of the body I transmigrated into.

‘Don’t people usually save timetables as apps or photos?’

What sort of school life had this person been leading?

Just as I was starting to think that the body I swapped into might be more miserable than I anticipated…

“Excuse me, is there a problem?”

Someone addressed me while I was wrestling with the phone. Alright, might as well ask for help from someone else.

But the moment I turned my head…

“Huh?”

I couldn’t help but widen my eyes in disbelief.

“Why is that?”

“Embezzlement—no, Student Council President… sir?”

Why do you look so different?

Involuntarily, I furrowed my brow.

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