The Creator God's Damn Overlord Journey

However, things did not go as smoothly as she had imagined, because there was no logout button in the control panel of the floating window.

Clicking her tongue, Aya realized things were not that simple. She could smell flowers, yet the game had no sense-of-smell function.

How was she supposed to determine this? After giving it some thought, Aya instinctively looked down at her chest.

There were certain things in the game that could not be touched due to the relevant censorship plug-ins.

She reached out and touched the beast-hide ceremonial outfit over her chest.

It worked! So this was it? So soft... so this was what it felt like!

It was rather sad. Although she had been a girl in her previous life, she had never experienced this feeling. Elna's former self had been a short, flat-chested girl—her figure flatter than the great plains, practically a sheet of steel. Though she had never outwardly shown that she cared about it.

As if she did not care. If she truly had not cared, she would not have made every game character into a mature, voluptuous beauty.

"Come to think of it, why am I doing this?" Aya only realized she had been excitedly kneading herself like some kind of pervert three minutes later, and she sighed.

This was not the game. That had been confirmed. Then had she... transmigrated into the game?

How could that be possible? Could something so unscientific really happen?

No, the more pressing question was that she had clearly died back then.

Aya still vividly remembered how it felt.

The instant the life-support system stopped, intense pain jolted her awake from deep sleep. Her body and nerves, numbed by the cold air, let out faint cries of anguish. Her muddled brain could not comprehend the situation, only feeling that she could not breathe—yet without the pain of suffocation.

"I'm going to die." In the end, her brain instinctively reported the situation to her, and she felt her world gradually grow dimmer.

So that was it. I was going to die.

That was wonderful. At last, unlike that sorrowful sleep, she would finally be granted complete release.

In the end, all that remained was a bleak sigh. Her consciousness gradually drifted away, and the life she had barely prolonged through technology and money had ultimately lost to illness and time.

She did not believe such real memories and pain were false. But at the same time, the world before her now was terrifyingly real as well.

Aya fell into momentary confusion.

"Hey, who's there?" A hoarse voice pulled Aya from her thoughts, accompanied by the sound of someone swallowing.

Startled, Aya looked toward the voice and saw a brawny silver werewolf emerge from the forest.

"Oh no." As that thought crossed her mind, rustling sounded out, and one after another, a total of thirty werewolves emerged from the bushes.

They all wore brown leather vests and carried machetes. The two leading werewolves had silvery-white fur, while the rest were gray wolves.

Gritting her teeth, Aya lamented her carelessness. Back in the game, while she had not been a dedicated PvP player, she had still been skilled at PvP. She had done plenty of wilderness PK, team battles, encirclements, and counter-encirclements. Naturally, she understood that in combat—and indeed, in any competition—the highest priority was information.

In those days, anyone walking through the wilderness without a dozen or so permanent scouting and anti-scouting defensive buffs and items would be too embarrassed to call themselves a high-level player. Yet the shock of reincarnating into another world had been so overwhelming that she had completely forgotten.

She had neither applied any buffs in time nor actively activated her racial talents. Lost in her thoughts, she had only noticed them when they had already come this close.

If Momonga knew, he'd probably scold me. With that thought, Aya gave a bitter smile.

Meanwhile, the werewolves focused their gazes on Aya. They all belonged to the same tribe and were currently heading to scout an outpost on the border of a human nation. Passing through here, they had encountered an unexpected sight.

They had never seen a creature so beautiful. Her crimson-purple eyes glittered like gemstones, her delicate skin was pale and smooth as jade cream, her long hair spilled down like a waterfall, and her spiraling horns—all of it assaulted their minds and hearts like poison.