It's year 23xx and Shera is currently experiencing total boredom. To kill time, she logged into the virtual game called "Story Teller" where you can set your own story and character.

But unlike the normal, her VR version is not connected to the game's main server. She runs it to her own server in order to lift up those several restrictions from the game.

Don't like the Rated PG setup? Well now you can change it! Just throw your money to those hackers who can crack the game for you and deliver that ready-to-run device to your doorstep. Shera is no genius when it came to these things so she's really grateful for those unscrupulous shady figures who made it possible to up her enjoyment in the game.

Shera didn't even spend a minute shaping up her character and story. She just turned the randomizer on and went in, so it's no surprise that she found her arms bound together, inside a ship, without knowing why.

To make sense of everything, she finally began to delve into the story's content.

The game world resembled a 17th-century setting, albeit without the presence of wigs and other elements in order to facilitate the player's saved personal preference.

The main protagonist of the story is the bastard son of a noble who is driven by a burning desire to avenge his family's untimely demise.

Not only that, the tag suggested that he has multiple female leads, but Shera is not one of them. Because she was assigned the role of a mob.

This mob feature is suitable for players who just want to explore the world they built without the burden of many quests. It's for those who just wanted to watch how the story unfolds.

Shera is fine with the arrangement, she just wanted to pass the time anyway.

She got up from her bed and scanned her surrounding.

She seems to be confined to the cramped room of a pirate ship. The air hung heavy with the scent of saltwater and the musky aroma of worn wood. Dim light filtered through small, grated windows, casting elongated shadows across the room.

The space was sparsely furnished, emphasizing its utilitarian nature. She shifted her attention when someone knocked on the door.

Shera stayed silent.

The person outside heard no response, so he began to unlock the door.

When the door was opened, Shera met the eyes of a youth.

This young man at 16 years old, possessed a striking presence that belied his youth. His features were defined by his dark hair, tousled and unruly, falling slightly past his ears. The strands glistened with hints of chestnut and ebony, catching the light in an almost rebellious manner.

His eyes, dark and deep, harbored a subtle tint of blue within their depths, reminiscent of the vast expanse of the open sea.

Despite the countless hours spent under the scorching sun, his fair skin retained a smooth and unblemished complexion, contrasting with the rugged nature of his pirate lifestyle.

His attire reflected his role as part of the pirate crew, combining practicality with a dash of rugged style. He wore a loosely fitted white linen shirt, its sleeves rolled up to his forearms to allow for freedom of movement.

Over the shirt, he adorned a dark leather vest, its surface embellished with intricate stitching and metal buttons. The vest accentuated his lean physique, hinting at the strength and agility required to navigate the treacherous decks of a pirate ship.

Despite this detached demeanor, a flicker of determination glinted in his eyes, a spark that hinted an unwavering resolve hidden within.

Shera could only virtually roll her eyes at the appearance of the person who arrived.

'Bruh, male lead detected'

There's no need to assess the appeal of the person.

Although she knew that she's not in the right place to complain since she brought this up herself, she can't help but get tired of the features of the male lead. She, who lost count of how many times she messed in the game using that same description she trained into the machine.

Ironically, the male lead's appearance was initially her ideal type. However, she had now reached a point where she yearned for something fresh and different.

"Your food"

He spoke nonchalantly. His gaze examined the young lady on the bed who doesn't behave like a captive at all.

Did she already resign to her fate?

No matter, he has nothing to do with her anyway.

The moment he placed the dish on the table, he heard the woman speak.

"Hey, why don't you accompany me here for a bit?"

With that, Kealan turned his head and witnessed the sweet smile coming from the girl, her words didn't bother to hide her thoughts.