When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was... absolutely nothing.Just pitch-black darkness.Perfect. A great start.
I tried moving my arms and legs, but instead of the usual feeling of, you know, having a body, all I got was the weird sensation of floating.Like a balloon. A very confused balloon.
Don't ask me how I know what floating without a body feels like. I just do.Put it on the list of "Things I Now Know for Some Reason."
While trying to figure out this whole "no body" thing, my memories finally decided to clock in for their shift.The last thing I remembered?Chilling in my living room, demolishing a bag of chips while binge-watching TV.Then... BOOM.Big explosion. Big confusion. Big blackout.
Returning to the present (or wherever the hell this was), I tried to say something.Probably something poetic like:"What the actual hell? Did I die? Am I getting reincarnated? Transmigrated? IS THIS A LOADING SCREEN?!"
Cue: emotional breakdown.I screamed.I raged.I went full dramatic anime protagonist mode.
After god-knows-how-long of embarrassing myself in the darkness, I finally calmed down enough to notice something.New memories... were popping into my brain.Memories of... Skills.
Yeah, like cheat abilities from those novels where some random dude gets OP powers and beats up gods for fun.Using my professional experience as a veteran weeb, I quickly categorized them:
[Storage]: I can hoard info, matter and energy like some cosmic squirrel. Also make pocket dimensions.
[Transfer]: Yeet things across space.
[Calculate]: Process large amounts of data.. Sexy, I know.
[Energy Creation]: Creates energy infinitely at a constant speed. Here i killed law of conservation of mass and energy.
[Scan]: Analyze surroundings. Smaller area = better results. (Microscope mode, basically.)
[Create]: Make stuff from energy. The more I understand something, the cheaper it will be to create. Here i killed it again.
[Anchor]: Tie things (and people) to me. Bonus: I can lend my cheat skills to them.
Also, apparently [Anchor] was already active. Something was attached to me, but the feeling was like trying to hold a wet fish in the dark.
Anyway, I could upgrade these skills later by burning energy. Good to know.Also, horrifying to know.
Trying to cheer myself up, I attempted to create some light using [Create].Spoiler alert: it didn't go well.The energy cost nearly made me cry. Apparently, "understanding light" is harder than passing college physics.
Plan B: Use [Scan] to figure out where the hell I was.
The answer came back: "Consciousness Space."
Which sounded deep and philosophical until I realized it basically just meant "You are stuck in a blank void. Congratulations."
I also divided the energy into energy points. 1 energy point = energy i create in 1 hour.
Bored out of my disembodied mind, I fiddled with [Storage] and made a tiny storage space. Peeked inside...Darkness. Wonderful. My collection was growing.
I even triple-scanned the space to be sure. No hidden treasures. No forgotten loot boxes. Just 1 cubic meter of premium, certified nothingness.
In despair, I tried rereading the novels stored in my [Storage] memory. Turns out, remembering every plot twist makes stories way less fun. Who knew.
Eventually, like any reasonable person would, I started screaming random nonsense words into the darkness.
"ARGGGGLBLAHBWEGWUBGWG!!!"
When I finally ran out of air I didn't have, I slumped down (or whatever the floating equivalent is) and thought seriously.
Using [Calculate], I searched desperately for anything resembling an exit.
And then...something changed.
The darkness blurred. Suddenly, I could feel a body. A weird, half-connected, can't-move-it kind of body — like watching an ultra-realistic VR movie where you can feel everything but can't do jack squat.
While I was still processing that, "I" opened "my" eyes.
The first thing I saw was
a hyper-modern dormitory suite straight out of a civilization that could terraform moons like weekend projects.Sleek chrome walls flowed like liquid metal, adjusting texture according to environmental mood settings.The floor was made from graviton-stabilized stone panels, softly glowing with a programmable bioluminescent underlayer.In the far corner, a NanoFabricator Unit stood ready, humming faintly, able to materialize anything from school uniforms to molecular sandwiches.
A smart holo-mirror dominated one wall, its surface rippling slightly as it monitored vitals, outfit choices, and mental states.
Above, floating light orbs adjusted luminosity automatically based on mood scans and circadian rhythms.
The body I was connected to sat up groggily on a kinetic-foam sleep pod, rubbing his temples.
"Where... where am I? Was I abducted?"
The voice was young—barely post-puberty—and filled with confusion.
Wha—NO!I mentally flailed, trying to leave the body — and whoosh — back into the consciousness space I went.
Except now, there was a difference.Thanks to [Anchor], I could clearly sense the connection to that body.
Well.Rip my hopes and dreams.
Out of morbid curiosity, I focused back on the anchored body.The darkness peeled away, and I saw through his eyes again.The boy poked his face and muttered,"Did I... transmigrate?"
At that moment, I experienced emotions no human should have to feel.
WHY does he get an adventure while I get an empty void?
I was about to spiral into another rant when an idea slapped me across the face:
Wait.Amazing cheat powers?Permanent connection to a new body?Skills that can be "lent out"?
Am I... the cheat?!
OH. HELL. YES.
Putting aside my rage (for now), I got to work.
First, I tested [Scan] through the boy. Success![Scan] fed me detailed info — molecules, light, air, everything.My inner nerd was pleased.
But then, something juicy popped up.Two souls detected.
After a bit of thinking (and upgrading [Scan] painfully by sacrificing my precious energy), I dove into the second soul's memories.
Bingo. It belonged to the original owner of this body. Sad life, tragic backstory, classic transmigration starter pack.
Yeah. I was in no medieval inn. This was the High school of Divine Architects No. 78364456284— the premier high school of the Hyperverse, where students literally built entire worlds as their graduation projects. Yes the number as population of humans (Dominant in this civilization) in this world is in quintillions. If we include other species that had been subdued by this civilization than it is 100 times more. Here mere cities span whole planet. Just the plane (city) we were on contain 100s of billion of sentient living beings. So to maintain uniformity across of whole universe, instead of name they decided to just call all the high schools by number although locals sometimes give it another name as well but on paper the numbers work. Because of such a large population they had also made another rule that a High school of Divine Architects will only accept students of same birth date as the last 3 digit numbers in its name so that awakening for all students in 1 high school can be held together on same day as it is held when one reaches 18 years of age.
Meanwhile, the new transmigrator (a.k.a. my unwitting "partner") was still reeling, knowing absolutely nothing about the body he hijacked.
Using my encyclopedic knowledge of transmigration tropes, I knew: If he didn't have those memories, he'd probably die horribly.
And if he died, I'd be stuck in this void forever. No thanks.
So I used [Transfer] to shove the original memories straight into his brain. It cost a ton of energy, but it was worth it.
While he processed all that, I kept scanning everything like an overcaffeinated Roomba, stockpiling information.
Once I had enough, I got to work crafting a proper cheat tool:A personalized, homemade System Screen.
After more tinkering (and crying over wasted energy), the final product floated in front of me.
When the transmigrator finally stopped drooling from information overload, I seized the moment.
I sent the screen over with a satisfying mental boop.
Ding! Host detected. Do you wish to bind the World Creation System?
The boy blinked in confusion."What?"
Without waiting for him to fully process it, I shoved the next line through:
Detected host response. World Creation System successfully bound.
Congratulations to me.I was now officially the cheat.Time to make this poor boy overpowered.