Surprised, perplexed, and frightened.
It was these emotions that I felt when I found out what situation I was in because I was clearly no longer in Kansas.
Turning my head, I look at where I was.
The place was bright and open, with thousands of metal cabinets, the floor was wooden, behind me were glass doors that led to a path to the city.
It would be a typical description of the entrance to a Japanese school if it were not for the illustration that this place presents.
Because everything was characteristic of a Playstation game.
I didn't even know how I got here, I just remembered getting home, right after I returned from a party with my friends.
So Trunk-Kun couldn't have run over me.
Which means I was transmigrated and took control of someone's body.
Great
Turning to face the glass doors, I look at my reflection.
I hope at least I recognize the owner of ...
My internal rambling was interrupted by recognition.
There was a girl of medium height, with good curves, who was dressed in a medical coat over a brown seifuku.
Of course, that was not the reason for my silence.
Long purple hair with matching eyes and a red bow on the side of the head.
There was only one girl I knew who had this description
Mato Sakura
that means she was in the universe, most f *****, the most loved and hated of all time
Nasuverse.
The universe whose happiness was an illusion if you were not a protagonist and neither were they exempt from the problems that happened in that place.
A traitorous part of my mind. I'm relieved to still be a girl.
The repercussions of this discovery distract me enough to momentarily forget the second stage that normally occurs for transmigrant isekais.
Therefore, he was not prepared for the pain he would feel when the memories of the body he inhabited surfaced.
Putting my hand on my head, I took an unbalanced step backward, stumbling and falling from an ass to the floor, my sudden fall had been ignored by the students, NPCs, my head was spinning from the sudden accesses of data and memory downloads.
The information and accesses provided by the Moon cells were too enigmatic for a mere human soul, Transmigrate or not, to understand so suddenly.
It was necessary for me to enter a state of stasis to have some understanding of the information provided.
In my vision, codes begin to emerge, which slowly obscure my vision, shaking precariously, a body falls and the tallest thing I see and a brown blur running towards me before my world is consumed by numbers.