Eirian Vale was the legend no one knew. An anonymous prodigy in the world of competitive FPS games, she dominated the leaderboards and just walked away with the grand prize of the Terminal Apex Championship—ten million dollars now sitting pretty in her bank account. That is, until she tripped on a bag of frozen dumplings, hit her head on a table, and died.
When she opens her eyes again, she finds herself in a sleek, neon-lit forest where glowing birds perch on magical power lines, and demons wear sunglasses. A voice—casual and awkward—descends from the sky:
"Uh… sorry, we killed the wrong person."
As compensation, the mysterious voice uploads her tournament stats directly into her body. Reflexes, aim, reaction time? All maxed out. Her gun? A laughable rusted relic that jams every third shot.
With no quest, no guide, and only her half-baked sarcasm to carry her, Eirian must survive this monster-ridden modern fantasy world where the rules of reality bend like rubber.