Suddenly, the monitor fshed.

  I had just finished customizing and was about to log into the game...

  As soon as I pressed the character creation button, the monitor suddenly fshed brightly.

  And then, in the blink of an eye, it dragged me into a strange forest in a pce I didn't recognize.

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  【Eiren】

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  Race: Elf

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  Css: Mage

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  Affiliation: None

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  Soon, a transparent status window appeared before my eyes.

  Inside, the information of the character I was about to create was written exactly as it was.

  Nickname, race, and even css.

  Everything was written there.

  "Oh..."

  The senses were too vivid to be a dream.

  It definitely wasn't a hallucination either.

  My hair brushed against my face in the gentle breeze.

  And the sunlight filtering through the leaves was incredibly warm.

  "...Ha, I've become an elf."

  Pointed ears, smooth skin.

  And long hair flowed smoothly down my shoulders.

  "What on earth is going on..."

  A petite frame, a weak body, and dark circles that made it all the more prominent.

  For an ordinary office worker to suddenly become a gloomy woman in the blink of an eye.

  Even for another world, it was a difficult setting.

  A voice that was thin and somehow mencholic, something I couldn't have imagined in reality.

  It sounded like someone whose expectations and will for the world had completely faded.

  "......"

  I stood there bnkly for a long time, scanning my body.

  Suddenly, I heard someone's footsteps rustling behind me.

  .

  .

  .

  .

  .

  .

  "Just in case, don't say a word to that one."

  "Shouldn't we inform the guild first?"

  "Do you think the guild guys will come all the way out here for just one demon?"

  "Ah..."

  Before I could even grasp the situation, I was suddenly locked in a prison.

  "We can't kill that one with our strength, so don't get any funny ideas and just keep a close watch."

  "Yes, I understand."

  I thought there was no one around and was leisurely trying to sort things out.

  But it turned out there was a small rural vilge right nearby.

  "......"

  At first, I was happy to meet people from this world so quickly.

  For me, who had been dropped off with nothing but my body and no guide, the existence of the vilgers was practically a godsend.

  But that expectation was shattered by the vilgers' first reaction.

  As soon as they saw me, the vilgers made a fuss, calling me a demon.

  The awkward smile that had been on my lips disappeared in an instant at the sudden accusation of being a demon.

  My brow furrowed in confusion, and cold sweat began to pour down.

  "U-Um, excuse me..."

  "......"

  "Can we talk for a moment..."

  "......"

  Realizing the seriousness of the situation betedly.

  I hastily hid the wooden staff I was holding behind my back and gave an awkward, harmless smile.

  But the vilgers' gazes only grew colder.

  "I'm really not a demon, you know..."

  "......"

  No matter how much I said I was an elf, the vilgers didn't even pretend to listen.

  No, for some reason, they didn't seem to know the elf race at all.

  "I didn't do anything on the way here..."

  The more I expined, the deeper their suspicion grew.

  Their expressions were all coldly frozen with wariness towards me.

  And sharp eyes were fixed on me from all directions, reacting to my every word and gesture.

  "......"

  And so, I ended up in prison only a few tens of minutes after arriving in this world.

  The only good thing about the current situation was that the vilgers had almost no combat power, so I wasn't stabbed with a skewer.

  "What is this..."

  How did things end up like this?

  I had my wooden staff taken away.

  Even though my job is a mage, I have nothing, not even a single spell.

  Usually, in creative works, the protagonist is given some time to adjust when they fall into another world.

  Why don't I get any of that consideration?

  "What's with this situation from the start..."

  Exactly one year ter.

  It has already been a year since I was trapped in a dark and damp underground prison with nothing.

  Since I was lucky enough to get an otherworld possession like in a manga, I thought that even if I experienced a somewhat difficult situation, it would be resolved quickly.

  But reality was not as kind as a manga.

  "......"

  Inside the dark prison where I couldn't even see the sky.

  The moisture flowing down the walls was still damp, and the stone floor was always cold.

  Even if I stuck my head out through the bars, all I could see was a dusty corridor.

  Food came once a day, an unidentified gruel served in a wooden bowl.

  There was no one to say a word to me, no one to call my name.

  Only the title of "that one."

  That was my identity here.

  -SqueakThe underground prison wasn't that great.

  The walls were cracked here and there, the guards weren't that strict, and the bars were rusty.

  If I had a little strength, I could easily pull them out and escape.

  But, as, it was impossible with this weak body.

  With these frail wrists, I could barely shake a single bar properly.

  As I spent my days meaninglessly.

  As I slowly forgot even the reason to breathe, let alone escape.

  -Bang─!!A thunderous roar suddenly shook the entire prison.

  The stone floor vibrated.

  Dust fell from the ceiling along with the sound of something colpsing from above.

  "I-It's a demon─!!"

  Soon, someone's desperate cry was faintly heard from somewhere.

  It seemed that a real demon had invaded this pce.

  "Ugh!!"

  "Eek!!"

  The vilgers' painful screams gradually echoed to the underground prison where I was.

  Further heightening the bleak atmosphere of the prison.

  However, despite all that, my gaze was focused on only one pce.

  Crouching on the damp floor, I stared intently at the bars creaking in the earthquake.

  Soon, the precariously shaking bars, as if unable to withstand it any longer, began to bend rapidly and colpse powerlessly.

  "......"

  The opportunity to escape had finally arrived.

  That was the only thought in my head.

  -CtterThe first thing I did after finally getting out of the prison was.

  To grab my wooden staff that was carelessly pced nearby.

  It had been a long time since anyone had touched it, so it was covered in dust.

  Nevertheless, I quietly picked up the staff without any hesitation.

  "Hoo..."

  Only then did my senses slowly come back to life.

  The feeling was quite strange.

  Even though I had been unjustly imprisoned for a whole year without doing anything wrong.

  Instead of being angry, one corner of my heart was strangely calm.

  Anger, resentment, and bme.

  All emotions seemed to have simply sunk to the bottom, as if they had been washed away cleanly.

  "Well, it happens."

  The only fact I learned while being trapped in this cramped prison for a year.

  Elves do not exist in this world.

  That was why the vilgers mistook me for a demon after seeing my pointed ears.

  Demons had very diverse and unique appearances.

  So, it was perhaps natural for the vilgers who didn't know the elf race to mistake me for a demon.

  -Thud, thudYou might say that it doesn't make sense that there is no elf race in another world.

  But unfortunately, it is an undeniable fact.

  Because─.

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  【Eiren】[The First Elf]

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  Race: Elf

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  Css: Mage

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  Affiliation: None

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  As soon as I realized that there were no elves in this world.

  A very meaningful title suddenly appeared in my status window.

  The First Elf.

  That surprisingly absolute expression.

  Doubt, confusion, injustice, and anger.

  All those emotions instantly ceased to function in front of this one title.

  -CreakNot only that, as soon as I came out of the prison and grabbed my wooden staff that had been left unattended for a long time.

  As if waiting for this moment, a transparent notification window simir to the status window suddenly popped up in front of me.

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  New! 【Magic】 Feuerkugel

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  There wasn't a single word of expnation written on it.

  Nevertheless, I could vaguely guess what that magic was.

  "Oh? There's still a human left?"

  Without any hesitation, I threw open the tightly closed door of the underground prison.

  And the dazzling sunlight I finally faced after a year.

  Beneath it, the buildings that had already been reduced to ruins were burning fiercely and disappearing into ashes.

  Fmes flickered sharply through the gray smoke.

  And a bck silhouette of someone slowly approaching me with the fire in the background.

  "What are you? Why are you still alive?"

  There was a light curiosity in that tone.

  But the look in their eyes was completely different from the vilgers I had seen in the prison.

  Without fear, wariness, or disgust.

  Just a gaze that looked at me as if observing, as if interested.

  An existence that had a simir appearance to humans, but was fundamentally different.

  "...Demon."

  Until just a year ago, I was an ordinary office worker.

  I have never harmed anyone in my life.

  "Wait, you look a little unique..."

  However.

  "Feuerkugel."

  I wasn't stupid enough to just stand there without thinking, even though the enemy was right in front of me.

  I had already done enough standing still in the underground prison.

  "After installing the game, I'm finally pying it after a year..."