Chapter 4 : How to Go Home

Speaking of transmigration, the first thing Rachel wanted to figure out was how she had transmigrated.
According to the vast number of web novels she had read, transmigration was usually a soul transfer, where one’s soul enters the body of someone in another world and replaces them.

But Rachel didn’t think she was a soul transmigrator.
If it were a soul transmigration, why didn’t she have any of the original owner’s memories?
She had been in this other world for a year now, and her mind only contained memories from her past life and the events that had occurred since her arrival.
She had absolutely no memories of this world from before she arrived.

The most crucial point was that when she transmigrated, not only did her body come over, but also the clothes she was wearing and the items in her pockets.
This meant she hadn’t just soul-transmigrated; her entire person had come over.

But, if her entire person had transmigrated, why had she turned into this?

Although she looked slender and frail, Rachel knew that she had actually become much, much stronger than before.
And she also knew very well that this kind of immense power was definitely not common, even in this world teeming with superhumans.

She had also awakened a psionic ability and possessed a special talent.
This was truly fortunate, a silver lining in a dark cloud.

Rachel extended her hand.
Black ice appeared in her palm, coalesced, then scattered, finally forming a black ice lotus before disappearing.

Besides these internal, qualitative changes, there were also external ones.

While thinking, Rachel walked to the bed in her bedroom and took off her clothes in front of the mirror opposite the large bed.

In the entire year she had been here, Rachel had, on more than one occasion, stripped naked and stood before the mirror to observe her current appearance.
She had indeed become a dazzlingly beautiful woman.
Her reflection in the mirror had incredibly smooth and fair skin.
Rachel stared at the mirror for a long time but couldn’t even see a single pore.
A pair of large, perky breasts constantly drew her gaze.

“So they can really be this big and still be so perky. I thought they would all sag.”

Looking down, Rachel saw her pair of long, slender legs and pretty little feet in the mirror, as well as a certain area… her breathing suddenly became ragged.

“I can’t even see it without a mirror. My breasts are too big. Standing up straight, I can’t even see my toes.”

She slowly sat down, carefully observing herself in the mirror.

“So this is what it looks like up close… well, although I’ve seen it many times already.”

Looking at herself in the mirror, Rachel noticed her face was flushed, perhaps due to the alcohol.

Rachel stood up again, turned her back to the mirror, and stood there in a daze for a while, as if enduring something.
After about ten seconds, she couldn’t resist kneeling on the bed with her back to the mirror, her hand reaching down…

…

“Ah… why couldn’t I resist again? Am I really that easily aroused?”

After finishing, Rachel curled up on the bed, feeling a wave of guilt in her post-nut clarity.

“But… it felt so good.”

Rachel got out of bed, stood in front of the mirror, and hugged it, murmuring to herself, “I can’t help it. It’s all because this body is too charming. It’s not my fault, it’s the world’s fault.”

As she spoke, she even stuck her tongue out at her reflection.

“Lero~ lero~ lero~ lero~ lero…”

“Ring ring ring!”

Just then, a phone call startled Rachel, who was fawning over her own reflection.
Rachel picked up her phone, glanced at the contact, and pressed the answer button.

“Old Luo, it’s two in the morning,” Rachel said irritably.

“I know,” a middle-aged man’s voice came from the phone.
“Come to my office at nine-thirty tomorrow morning.”

“Huh? Didn’t you say you’d give me a week off?” Rachel became even more upset.
“How can you go back on your word?”

“It’s an important matter, and we’re really short-handed. I’ll make up for your vacation later,” Old Luo said and hung up.

“What the f*ck?” Rachel stared at her phone.
“Is this old guy really going to work me like an animal?”

But the call had also snapped her back to reality.
She had just been thinking about how to get back home, so how did she suddenly lose control and start comforting herself?

“No… It can’t go on like this,” Rachel walked out of the bedroom, continuing to talk to herself.
“I have to find a way back home. Since my whole body transmigrated, I must be missing in my original world. My parents must still be looking for me!

“It’s been a whole year. How are they doing now?”

She thought of her parents’ graying hair, and her heart suddenly filled with sorrow.

“I was never a good kid. I was always dependent on my parents growing up. I never did anything to make them proud, and now I can’t even be by their side. I’ve been such a failure of a son.”

She shook her head, not wanting to dwell on these negative emotions.
Worrying all day was pointless.
What she needed now was confidence, hope, and a little bit of adrenaline.

She believed she could return to her old world, return to her parents’ side, and be reunited with her family.
To be precise, she didn’t care about the old world or social interactions; she just wanted to go home.

It didn’t matter if she had a house or where she lived.
As long as it was a place with her family, that was home.

Rachel tried not to think about how difficult it would be to go back, nor about whether her parents could believe that this woman, who looked so different from their son, was indeed him.
She didn’t even want to guess if her parents were still alive and well.
Her parents’ physical and mental health wasn’t the best; they might have collapsed from the shock of their son’s disappearance.

She dared not think about it any further.

She needed hope now.
If she didn’t have even a glimmer of hope, she definitely wouldn’t be able to hold on.

There was still hope.
This world had psionics and magic, and these were supernatural forces.
Most importantly, some psionics and magic involved time and space, and even causality.
Since her transmigration was a physical one, no matter how slim the hope, it was objectively real.
Who knew, maybe one day she would return to her original world through some spatial magic.
Her original world didn’t have these superpowers.
She had already transmigrated, so wouldn’t it be easier for a world with supernatural powers to have transmigration?
Besides, if it happened once, it could happen again.
If she could come here, she could naturally go back.

“Time for bed. There’s work tomorrow. Only after I finish work will I get a salary and a vacation. Only with a vacation and money can I research a way to go home.”

Rachel suddenly felt very, very sleepy.
She was too lazy to think anymore, tossed the empty beer bottle aside, and fell into a deep sleep.