Chapter 2: A Startling Revelation and an Unreliable Deity

“Good news, no fractures, just some abrasions on your arms and legs.”

“Rest well for a few days, take some medicine, and you’ll be good as new.”

“You’re quite lucky you didn’t hit your face. Such a beautiful face; it would be a shame to have it scarred.”

The kindly doctor smiled, then left the room, presumably to fetch the medication.

However, his final words made Xiluo, who was lying on the bed, wear a peculiar expression.

‘A beautiful face…’

Come to think of it, ever since a moment ago, something had felt off.

Xiluo immediately sat up in bed, using her uninjured hand to feel her body.

After the doctor’s treatment, the injuries on her arm were no longer severe, though the bandaged area still throbbed faintly.

As for the rest of her body…

Xiluo pinched her soft cheeks, then gazed at her delicate, small hands.

‘Hiss… no matter how I look at them, these don’t seem like a man’s hands, do they?’

“Ah…”

After tentatively letting out a sound from her throat, Xiluo confirmed her suspicion.

‘This is clearly a girl’s body!’

‘Damn it, it’s already bad enough to transmigrate as an internal traitor villain, but now I’ve turned into a girl too?’

Xiluo furrowed her brows.

‘This isn’t right. In the game, “Xiluo” was definitely a man, and the deity responsible for transmigration even said I would transmigrate as Xiluo.’

‘Tsk, in the end, that so-called deity is just an unreliable fellow!’

“Were you secretly cursing me in your mind just now? How dare you curse me, huh!”

A slightly ethereal voice suddenly rang out, and before Xiluo’s eyes, a figure slowly began to materialize.

Xiluo was no stranger to this voice; after all, she had only heard it recently.

‘Isn’t this that deity who was responsible for my transmigration!’

Xiluo recalled that this unreliable deity seemed to call herself… Freya or something.

“How can you call that cursing you? This is a legitimate complaint!”

“Your service quality is terrible! How can the product not match the description?”

Xiluo didn’t hold back, pointing to her own body.

“You—you—you—you—you—you…”

The ethereal projection of Freya before her was barely discernible as a humanoid form. Even so, Xiluo could clearly tell—

The other party was flustered.

“How dare you blame me! Whose fault do you think it is that you ended up like this?”

“It’s all because of you, you ungrateful wretch, exploiting a loophole in the rules to drag me down with you!”

Freya was indeed quite agitated. If she hadn’t been a non-corporeal entity, she might have lunged forward to punch Xiluo twice.

“What do you mean? How can you blame me?” Xiluo spread her hands. “Didn’t you tell me to pick any ability or a divine artifact for transmigration?”

Indeed, just like many senior transmigrators, Freya, the deity responsible for transmigration, had offered her the unique cheat, the “golden finger,” typical of transmigrators.

As Xiluo gazed at the various shimmering divine artifacts before her, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind.

Thus, she made the same decision as a certain extremely unreliable senior transmigrator, pointing her finger at the deity who sat at the highest seat, idly picking at their nails—

‘I choose you!’

As if reaching an extreme would lead to its opposite, Freya, who had been in a frenzy, suddenly calmed down.

Freya took several deep breaths before speaking calmly.

“I won’t explain the reason now. My body is very weak, and I can’t maintain this form for long.”

“However, I can tell you very clearly: this body turning into a girl is *your* problem, not mine!”

“It is absolutely, not, this divine lord, Freya’s problem!”

Before two calm sentences could be uttered, Freya’s voice grew agitated again. However, Xiluo could also discern a hint of weakness in her tone.

“But this character was originally a man! What am I supposed to do now that I’ve become a girl?”

Xiluo spread her hands, not bothering to argue whose fault it was. Ultimately, there was likely no time for them to bicker over the issue now.

“You figure it out yourself then.”

Freya waved her hand impatiently, showing absolutely no semblance of good customer service.

“This lord will now temporarily go into dormancy inside you. If any problems arise, you’ll have to deal with them yourself!”

“Still, isn’t this rather good? It saves you from having to transmigrate as a man; continuing to be a girl isn’t bad either.”

Xiluo paused, surprised. It seemed Freya had jumped to conclusions, assuming her original gender was also female.

It made sense… during transmigration, Xiluo only remembered her soul floating like a ball of light in the ethereal darkness, while Freya sat with her legs crossed.

In such circumstances, it was indeed impossible to distinguish gender.

“Never mind. You’re on your own. I need to go into dormancy now…”

Freya’s voice grew fainter and fainter, and her figure dissipated into thin air.

“Ah, wait…”

Xiluo’s attempt to stop her was unsuccessful; Freya vanished quite decisively.

‘There were still so many questions I wanted to ask.’

Xiluo sighed.

‘Ultimately, I had chosen Freya with the thought that “a deity should be the strongest,” but it seems a dormant Freya is utterly useless, isn’t she?’

‘You owe me my cheat power!’

‘Besides, in the original game, the character was at least a man, but now I’ve actually become a girl.’

‘Hiss… this shouldn’t, shouldn’t it have any negative impact on the original plot?’

At this thought, Xiluo fell silent.

Her gaze continued to drift downwards, settling on a certain area.

Although Freya had already mentioned it, Xiluo still wanted to make a final confirmation.

‘Yes, a final check is absolutely necessary!’

So Xiluo reached down and lifted her lower garment—

The next second, Xiluo’s small face instantly flushed crimson with embarrassment.

‘Oh no, it seems it’s true, boohoo…’

Just then, the sound of the door opening suddenly startled Xiluo, who was in the middle of her self-examination.

Standing at the doorway was Eve, holding a packet of medicine. It seemed the doctor had given the medication directly to her.

Xiluo subtly turned her body slightly, blushingly withdrawing her hand without a trace.

“I’ve already heard the details from the doctor, but I thought it best to confirm it myself. Are you alright?”

Eve walked straight into the room. Fortunately, she didn’t seem to notice anything amiss.

“N-no, I’m fine.”

Xiluo instinctively lowered her head, not daring to meet Eve’s gaze.

“Why is your face so red? Are you still feeling unwell somewhere?”

“N-no, I’m not. You don’t need to worry…”

Xiluo still didn’t dare to look up. Only one thought occupied her mind now.

‘After leaving the hospital, I’m running away! As far away from Eve as possible!’

“No, I should still check again.”

“After all, I was the one who hit you.”

Eve seemed very serious, leaving Xiluo with no options.

‘Fine, I give up. Anyway, I’ll be saying goodbye soon. She can do whatever she wants for now.’

So Xiluo allowed Eve to examine her body.

Then, as Xiluo’s mind drifted, she watched wide-eyed as Eve pulled a… sharp short sword from within her clothes.

Xiluo’s expression instantly changed.

‘Oh no, I forgot what my identity is now!’

Gazing at the clearly well-crafted short sword in her hand, a puzzled expression also appeared on Eve’s face.

“What is this?”