Chapter 2

People will eventually die.

But I never thought it would be on Christmas. I died with a lot of excitement, dreaming of tomorrow. I wanted to enjoy the game more...

But, well, there's nothing I can do about it. In games, you can come back to life after dying, but in reality, you can't.

However, it seems that reincarnation is possible—

"You're such a cute little girl."

"Yeah, that's right."

I was reborn with the memories of my past life as a high school girl who was a shut-in, gaining a new life and a new form. It seems I was really like a baby, unable to control my body at all. I can barely make a fist... In terms of the five senses, I seem to be more developed than an average baby; I can hear clearly, see, taste, and feel touch.

My mother, who picked me up, was a beautiful woman with silver hair tied up and sparkling blue eyes. My father had brown hair and a rather plain face, but I think his golden eyes are beautiful.

I inherited my mother's silver hair and my father's golden eyes. Overall, I was born looking just like my mother, so I'm sure to be a beauty in the future!

That's right. It's as if I'm the character from the game I loved so much.

Of course, since I'm still a young girl now, it's more accurate to say that I can imagine what the character looked like as a child. When I grow up, I will undoubtedly become the character I used to play.

—Could it be, the world of my favorite game.

—Could I have been reincarnated into it?

And that hunch turned into certainty.

At first, I couldn't do anything as a baby, but I eventually learned to stand and walk on my own.

With the memories of a high school girl and fully developed senses, my physical growth in terms of strength and other aspects was no different from that of a typical baby. I managed to do this around the age of one. Speaking was also quite difficult, and I could only say "da" and "a," but I finally managed to say this!

"Chute-tachi chu!"

Status! I'm saying "status"!

I'll practice the "s" sound later; what's important now is what happened.

"Whoa!"

In response to the word "status," a familiar screen suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. It's no wonder I couldn't help but exclaim in delight.

It read:

- Name: Renny Shulm Guora

- Race: Elf

- Age: 1

- Level: 999

What! My level is already maxed out...!

There are also detailed values for HP, MP, and other stats, but they are also maxed out. This is because, while playing the game, I continuously increased the maximum values using items—

"Data, hichu gi"

The data from my past life's game has been carried over to this world!

From the age of one, I'm already the strongest.

With this, maybe—

"Aitemiyu... bo, bo-ku, chu"

Item Box! I'm saying "item box"!

I'll practice the "b" sound later; what's important now is what's happening in front of me. Yes, it was also properly carried over.

A long list of items, almost all of which are maxed out.

From the age of one, I feel like I already have everything in this world.

"Whoa..."

I can't help but let out a sigh of wonder.

—This is the world of my favorite game, and I've been reincarnated with all my data.

With that decided, there's only one thing I want to do.

"Tabi, deru!"

I'm going on a journey!

—The beautiful Lake Ryūu, with its stunningly clear water that looks even more beautiful in real life.

—The Transcription Forest, which took a long time to clear. How will I fight the enemies that mimic my abilities in real life?

—The Shifting Desert, where the map changes every time. How does the dry wind and flying sand actually change the terrain?

I want to see everything. I want to know everything. I want to fully enjoy this world.

I want to experience this world I loved so much with all my senses, not just through a screen.

At the age of one, I'm already the strongest. I'm sure I won't have any trouble traveling this world alone, just like in my past life. My way of living in this world is much more familiar to me than my past life as a high school girl.

—It's exciting.

The excitement I felt before I died is coming back.

Yes, there might be a gemstone somewhere. I can search for it while traveling.

I can't help but giggle, and the wooden frame of the bed I was leaning on creaks.

"Renny...?"

In response to the sound, the man lying on the bed speaks in a weak voice. He calls out the name "Renny" that was given to me in this life.

"Are you... there?"

"Papa"

"...You're there... that's... good..."

When I stand up with a "unsho," the man lying on the bed—my father—opens his eyes slightly, looking pained.

His complexion is poor, and his breathing is labored.

—Yes. My father is sick.