Chapter 2: Justice and Truth

Big is beautiful. Fair is fine. Appearance is justice. And huge boobs are truth.

Luo Yan had once come across this phrase online—likely penned by some racing god from Mount Akina.

That person had even quoted the classics to declare his deep reverence for “truth,” with lines like:
“I love my teacher, but I love truth more.”
“The closer one gets to the truth, the more captivating it becomes.”
“I was born for the truth, and I’ll die for the truth; besides the truth, I have nothing of my own.”
“There are thousands of paths in the world, but the pursuit of truth has always been humanity’s eternal proposition.”

All of which, of course, amounted to eloquent nonsense.

Back then, Luo Yan had wondered:
If the ancient sages knew their words would one day be used for something so lewd, would they leap from their coffins in fury?

Of course, as someone who occasionally indulged in “those kinds” of films, Luo Yan didn’t exactly object to this perspective.
In fact, he found it rather agreeable.

The only problem was—
In everyday life, it wasn’t exactly common to see well-endowed, beautiful women just walking around.
Which made the idea feel a little distant.

He was just a regular guy, a recent graduate, a typical otaku who preferred to hole up at home chasing the latest anime and video games.
Even if some goddess-tier beauty with a heavenly figure actually existed, it wasn’t like he’d ever meet her.
And even if he did, it’s not like they’d have anything to do with each other.

That was how Luo Yan saw things—
And how most people probably did, too.

When it came to romance, there was always some lucky bastard out there…
But that lucky bastard was never you.

It was like pulling in a gacha game.
An unlucky player needed the self-awareness of an unlucky player.
You had to get used to “purple qi coming from the east,” and adapt to “blue skies and white clouds.”

But the moment Luo Yan looked down—
He froze.

That instant felt like a lifetime unlucky gacha player suddenly drawing an ultra-rare SSR on a single pull.

A shape that was full and firm.
A texture that was soft and irresistibly supple.
Perfect curves—defined, breathtaking.
Porcelain white, alluring without being vulgar.

It was…
Too much.

Too stimulating.
Too heart-pounding.

Luo Yan felt a little dizzy .
He had no idea what was happening.

Then, he furrowed his brows.
Because—
Things were clearly not that simple.

Wait… could this… be me?

The moment that thought struck him, his brain short-circuited.

He subconsciously reached out and kneaded them a few times.
The touch brought with it an indescribably wonderful sensation, and the feeling of fullness from their astonishing, hard-to-grasp size delivered a violent impact to his soul.

The fullness.
The warmth.
The elasticity.

It wasn’t just a feeling.
It was an experience.

However, amidst this almost subconscious action, an unprecedented sensation also washed over him like a tide—in the alternation between grasping and releasing, he truly felt a substantial undulation.

He was like a vessel navigating a surging ocean; every time the waves crashed in, an ineffable, tingling numbness would spread throughout his body.

And then—
Luo Yan realized something.

Whether it was the last flickers of integrity or the sheer force of sensory overload—
His face flushed hot.
His ears, his neck—burning.

“Luo Yan, what are you doing? Stop it!”

As if he had done something terribly inappropriate, he yanked his hand back.

Staring at his pale, delicate hands, he sank into a fog of confusion and disbelief.

Given the painfully real physical and physiological feedback—
Luo Yan was now certain.

This wasn’t a dream.
He had really turned into a young woman.
A gifted young woman who possessed the absolute truth.

At a loss for words, Luo Yan leaned slightly forward, bending at the knees.
And from that angle, his gaze naturally slipped past the snowy peaks of her chest.

Reflected in the mirror-smooth surface of the water below—
He finally saw his true self.

A pure, flawless, shockingly beautiful young woman.

It was like every ounce of feminine beauty had gathered in this one reflection.
Black hair cascading to her shoulders.
Skin whiter than snow.
Soft, sloping shoulders and a slender waist.
Proud, jade-like peaks.
A deep valley.
Long, gorgeous legs that could charm a man to death.

A figure too perfect to be real.

Not only did she have the dreamlike curves of an hourglass, but also a face so stunning it was unreal—
Facial contours both refined and alluring.
The three-dimensional sharpness of a Westerner blended seamlessly with the gentle elegance of an Easterner.
The fusion of both aesthetics created a face so breathtaking it felt crafted like a luxury masterpiece.

Luo Yan’s heart began to race.

He wanted to look away—
But he couldn’t.

Because the girl in the reflection was looking back.
Those beautiful eyes widened slightly, perhaps startled by the sudden intrusion.

Dark pupils, swirling with charm.
As the light flowed through them, they sparkled like stars cast across the night sky.

Mesmerizing.
Utterly mesmerizing.

Luo Yan’s breath quickened.

And in the reflection, the girl’s breath quickened too.
A faint blush crept over her flawless cheeks.
Her rosy lips parted slightly.
The subtle fire in her eyes only made her more irresistible.

That face, that figure—
That charm.

Enough to overwhelm the heart of any pure-hearted otaku.

This girl…
Was Luo Yan.

The weight of “truth” was translating into a sensory overload he had never experienced before.
And it reminded him with every heartbeat—
This was not a dream.

The ridiculously good-looking girl in the water…
Was him.

At the same time, that weight—
Also made him feel strangely… heavy.

Why did it turn out like this?

For the first time in his life, he had become the “lucky shill.”
His first time having an unexpected encounter with a top-tier beauty.

Two things that should have brought pure joy—
And yet, combined, they filled him with a surreal kind of disbelief.

Luo Yan took a deep breath, pulling himself back to reality.
He started sorting out his thoughts.

Okay… first off, I’ve transmigrated. That’s certain.
It’s just… the target of the transmigration is a bit… delicate.

And this delicacy mainly came down to two things.

The obvious one—was gender.
This time when he woke up, he had become a young woman.
A stunningly beautiful young woman.

The kind that otaku worship as their “waifu.”
The kind that people willingly spend money on just to send gifts.

In fact, even on Earth, a planet with billions of people, someone with her appearance and proportions would easily qualify as a “once-in-five-millennia” beauty.

Thinking this, he glanced at his reflection again…
Then quickly averted his gaze with a complicated expression.

My chest is probably a G-cup.
My height should be around 170 cm.
This figure is seriously top-tier.
My face is flawless—not the typical influencer look, but a unique, distinguished beauty.

A girl with looks like this must have an extraordinary background…

As Luo Yan pondered, his gaze shifted to the silver “cocoon” hanging in midair—
And the countless alloy tubes connected to it, stretching into the starry void above.

This body probably came from that thing.
It must have been in a dormant or unconscious state—otherwise, there’s no way my transmigration would’ve worked.
Transmigration still has to follow some basic logic, you can’t just wing it…
The only unknown here is what exactly the cocoon’s function was.
Was it for gestation? Sealing? Healing?

That train of thought brought back memories of the endless dream he had experienced before.

The surreal imagery.
The atmosphere that matched this place.

Most likely, what he saw then were the memories of this body’s original owner.
And the reason he could access them…
Was because he had already transmigrated.

It could’ve even been a “synchronization” process.
And once the sync completed, his conscious mind fully awakened.

The neural signals in his brain began to fire.
The cocoon registered this activity—
And, mission complete, initiated the release protocol.

What it didn’t expect was that the soul inside this nearly perfect body…
Had already been swapped out with an otherworldly otaku.

If the cocoon had human emotions… would it want to vomit blood?
Like a pig had suddenly defiled the precious cabbage it worked so hard to raise?

The thought made Luo Yan snicker silently to himself.

After all—
Just her proud bosom, slender waist, and charming long legs alone were enough to make countless women die of envy.
Not to mention a face that could kill both men and women alike.

For an otaku—
This was peak SSR.

This wave of transmigration for Luo Yan was, in a sense, comparable to being a Gacha King.
A once-in-a-lifetime roll.

Of course, secretly gloating would be indecent.

Honestly, if he had a choice, Luo Yan would still prefer a more normal kind of transmigration.
For someone with a fully developed male mindset, being stuck in a girl’s body was… exhausting.
And, frankly, a little guilt-inducing.

Luo Yan gave a dry chuckle and shook his head, brushing off the ridiculous thoughts.
His gaze swept across the sci-fi-esque space.

There was a much more important question at hand—

How do I get out of here?

The space around him was eerily empty.
Aside from the central cocoon and those metal tubes, there was nothing.
Not even a door.

Then—

A soft, mechanical voice sounded by his ear.

[Consciousness reawakened.
Neuroelectric scan: No abnormalities.
Physical scan: No abnormalities.
Deployment system: Normal.]

Luo Yan’s heart jumped.

He’d just been wondering how to get out—
And right on cue, someone (or something) answered.

Turning his head, he saw several thin streams of water rise from the pool below.
They converged beside him—

And gradually shaped themselves into a small, palm-sized figure of a girl.
Her body shimmered like flowing silver water.

Twin pigtails of light pink framed her head, and in her hand, she held what looked like a tiny conductor’s baton.