Fell stared at her reflection, she gave up, actually she used to be a man named Fall but now she was inside an old open world Virtual reality game that came to life, her height was 4'10 and she had long Orange hair that was a ponytail. She was wearing shorts and shirt that looked like basic adventurer gear.
Tied too her waist was a belt that held a deck filled with random cards, she was flat and her eyes matched with her hair. She also felt strange, being in the body of a girl felt unnatural yet oddly familiar, as if some part of her mind had already adjusted to the change before she even had the chance to process it. Her small hands clenched and unclenched as she tried to shake off the weird sensation.
"This is ridiculous…" Fell muttered, her voice softer and higher than she was used to. Even that sounded foreign.
She turned away from her reflection and took a deep breath. The game—no, this world—was real now. And somehow, she was stuck in it. The last thing she remembered was booting up Legends of Vel'Draeth for the first time in years, an old VRMMO she had played religiously in its golden age. But now, she was inside it in a joke character she created.
"Honestly...what kind of class is the Card master, does a status exist"
Suddenly a blank flew out of her deck, on it was the list of his skills and classification.
[Name: Fell(Fall Originally)
[Gender: Female(Male Originally)
[Class: Card Master(Lvl 1)]
[Skill: Draw Card, Card Combination , Card Looting , Card Craft]
[Card Type: Buff and Debuff Cards(Two cards). Skill Cards(Three cards)]
[Card Materials:0]
[Skill Description]
[Draw Card: Draw a random card that is available in your deck]
[Card Looting: Can loot card materials and blueprints from fallen foes, it has a 20% chance of activating]
[Card Combination: Temporary Combine two existing low level cards into a stronger version of the same type. The effect lasts for a limited duration before reverting.]
[Card Craft: Use gathered card materials to create new cards. Higher-level cards require rarer materials. Some cards are temporary]
Fell stared at the floating status card, her expression shifting between disbelief and mild irritation. Of course, the joke class would have a gacha mechanic built into it. She sighed, rubbing her temples. At least the skills didn't seem entirely useless, though the low activation rate on Card Looting was concerning.
She flicked the status card, expecting it to vanish, and to her surprise, it disintegrated into golden particles before reforming back into her deck. Weird... but useful.
She sighed and stretched just to get a feel of her new body properly. Her joints popped slightly as she stretched—shoulders rolling, spine arching, arms high overhead—then dropped back down with a faint grunt. Even that felt wrong. Fell could already tell this body didn't carry power in the same way. Everything was compact, efficient… but she felt like she'd traded raw strength for something else. Finesse maybe?
"Lightweight," she muttered, bouncing a little on the balls of her feet. "Weirdly agile. Probably faster than my old build."
She sat on the ground for a few more minutes before she formed the resolve to stand and find people. She walked along the trees making sure she wasn't being tracked by a wild animal or a monster and also occasionally stayed in one place for a minute when ever she heard a sound.
Soon she made her way out of the forest and onto a dirt pathway that lead somewhere. "Finally~, a trace of civilization"
Fell was relieved a path was here, she was getting hopeless not finding anything here for a few minutes, she then tried to guess where she should go, up or down. She took a gamble and went down, it was a very thoughtful gamble. Fell walked along the path and soon she felt a slight emptiness in her stomach, it growled softly, a quiet reminder that this world, despite being a game once, now demanded real things like hunger and exhaustion. She muttered under her breath, "Great… so I can starve here too."
As she walked, her eyes scanned the trees for anything edible, though for all her years playing Legends of Vel'Draeth, foraging had never been one of her strengths. In the old days, she'd played a heavy weapon tank named FallTheWall, a towering brute who smashed problems with a slab of steel. Now? She had tiny hands, a deck of cards, and the metabolism of a squirrel.
Eventually, the path widened, and Fell spotted a signpost up ahead. Weather-worn and leaning slightly, the old wooden marker had three arrows nailed to it:
→ Silick Town – 2km↑ Mines – 5km← Slime Dungeon – Danger! Monsters Active!
"It would take me approximately thirty minutes to reach Silick if I keep a steady pace," Fell calculated, squinting up at the crooked sign like it held the secrets of the universe. "Mines are too far, and the Slime Dungeon can go slime itself."
Her stomach growled again in protest, as if arguing for the dungeon in hopes of a snack. Fell shot a glare down at it.
"You're not eating slime, end of discussion."
She adjusted the belt on her waist and started toward Silick Town, carefully keeping to the side of the path just in case something decided to leap out of the foliage. The card deck at her hip felt light, almost like a joke, but it gave her a small sense of control—like clutching a knife in the dark even if she didn't know how to use it yet.
Fell felt more hungrier the more she walked and she actually started to feel a bit weak when fifteen minutes passed but she endured, she remembered the days her past self would starve himself just to wait and eat food on his livestreams.
Those old memories were distant now—dim echoes of another life where hunger was content creation and pain was part of a joke. Back when Fall could laugh off the sharp pangs in his gut for the sake of audience engagement. Now? Now every step Felt like it cost her. Literally. "Come on, does this body have high metabolism or something"
Fell's knees buckled slightly, and she caught herself on a nearby tree, breathing hard. "No way this is normal. I haven't even been walking that long..." she murmured, wiping sweat from her brow with the hem of her shirt. Her stomach clenched again, harder this time, like it was genuinely angry with her.
She just decided to sit it out near the tree, the hunger would eventually disappear for a few seconds that is.
As she was doing that, unknown to her a luxurious carriage being dragged by two horses was coming her way, inside of it were two females, one had black hair and eyes and the other had brown hair and brown eyes.
The carriage rattled gently along the dirt path, its wheels creaking in rhythm with the clop of hooves. Inside, the black-haired girl adjusted the lace cuffs of her noble-style tunic, her expression serene but alert. Her name was Lady Rynellia Dask, eldest daughter of House Dask, a local noble family that had long sponsored adventurers in Silick and beyond.
Seated beside her, the brown-haired girl leaned her head lazily against the window, watching the trees blur by. Her name was Maris, Rynellia's personal attendant and something more akin to a childhood friend than a servant. She yawned and nudged Rynellia's arm with an elbow. "Another boring inspection run, my lady. Can't we fake the reports this time?"
Rynellia didn't even look at her. "If we're faking reports, at least pretend to be alert while doing so. You never know who or what we'll find."
That was when the carriage slowed.
"Obstacle on the road!" the driver called out from the front. The horses gave soft whinnies as they came to a halt.
Rynellia leaned out the window calmly—and there, a short distance ahead, she saw someone slumped near a tree, clearly alive, but barely. The figure was small, clothed in dusty, basic adventurer gear. She looked—no, she was unmistakably young, with orange hair in a high ponytail, her face pale with exertion.
Rynellia narrowed her eyes. "A child?"
"Doesn't look like a local," Maris added, squinting. "Too strange. She looks like one of those wannabe adventurers from the outlands."
Rynellia was already opening the carriage door. "Even so. We don't leave people to starve by the roadside. Help me bring her aboard."
—
Fell wasn't sure how long she'd been out—not quite unconscious, but definitely dazed. The pain in her stomach had receded slightly, replaced by a gentle warmth… and something soft beneath her.
She opened her eyes groggily.
Curtains. Cushions. Velvet. She was inside a carriage.
"Ah. You're awake."
The voice came from across her. The black-haired girl, elegant, tall, composed, watched her with the eyes of someone used to authority. But her gaze wasn't cold, only curious.
"My name is Lady Rynellia Dask. You collapsed by the road. Who are you, and where are you from?"
Fell blinked, trying to process the question. "Huh, wasn't I sitting near a tree."
Maris snorted from the side. "You were but you should really take care of yourself kid, you could get captured by bandits and be used as a playtoy"
Fell's face flushed with embarrassment. "Yeah, well I was too hungry to think, thanks for your kindness though, the name's Fell Drawn or just Fell."
Rynellia raised an eyebrow at the name. "Fell Drawn? Unusual. Is that your birth name?"
"More like… a nickname," Fell muttered, sitting up a bit straighter, wincing as her stomach gave a faint protest. Her voice still sounded alien to her own ears, but at least now she had the mental clarity to ignore it a little. She has no Identity at the moment so she would use her character lore. "I am from the Easter continent, I just came here to get away from family and find my way in the world...but as you can see I am a Novice with no experience at all and I have nothing except my deck which is a creation that my family was proud to make, I don't think you would hear about it here"
Rynellia studied her carefully, her expression unreadable. "The Eastern Continent, you say? That's quite far from here. And you traveled all this way alone?"
Fell nodded, keeping her face as neutral as possible. She wasn't sure how much of her on-the-spot lore would hold up, but it wasn't like anyone could fact-check her past if this world functioned the way the game did. There was no Eastern Continent in Legends of Vel'Draeth, but if this world was real now, it might as well exist.
Maris, however, didn't look convinced. "A kid, running away from family, alone, and making it this far without starving or getting kidnapped? Either you've got dumb luck or someone was looking out for you."
"Dumb luck," Fell admitted, sighing. "I thought I could make it to town before needing food, but turns out I miscalculated… badly."
At that, Maris huffed a small laugh. "Well, at least you admit it."
Rynellia leaned back against her seat, folding her hands in her lap. "You mentioned your family was proud of your deck. A unique creation, was it?"
Fell hesitated for a second. If she wanted to make this story stick, she had to commit. "Yes," she said, lifting her deck slightly. "Our craft is… a bit rare. A magic toolset that functions based on luck and resourcefulness. The cards can cast spells, but only if drawn at the right time."
Rynellia's eyes flickered with interest, just briefly. "A gambler's magic, then."
"Something like that."
Maris whistled. "Sounds unreliable."
Fell sighed. "I know."
Rynellia studied her for a few more moments before nodding. "Very well. We'll be arriving in Silick soon. I'll arrange for you to have food and a place to rest for the night. Beyond that, I expect you'll need work if you intend to stay here."
Fell perked up at that. Work meant money. Money meant food. Food meant not dying. "Yeah, I'd really appreciate that."
Rynellia's lips curved slightly—not quite a smile, but close. "Then consider yourself under House Dask's temporary protection. At least until you find your footing."