Chapter 1
When looking at various “Return” stories, the world that the protagonist returns to usually has some sort of problem.
Gates open, catastrophic changes occur, bullets don’t work on monsters, and hunters appear—something like that.
The cliché is that the world the protagonist returns to has transformed into a hunter-based society.
“…The same as before?”
However, what I saw after returning was all too familiar.
A typical, 12-pyeong (approx. 40 sq. meters) room that’s neither too narrow nor too spacious.
A smartphone that fit comfortably in my hand, as if I had been using it all along.
The monitor displaying the community site I used to browse regularly.
“Everything’s the same.”
It was identical to what I had seen just before I got transported to another world.
“Not even a day has passed.”
Ten years had gone by in the other world, but not a single day had passed on Earth.
“About 10 hours…”
One hour on Earth was equivalent to a year in the other world.
I let out a hollow laugh at the absurd ratio.
Molkan—
‘Even after returning, the Curse still remains.’
The weighty feeling in my chest was still there.
[ Please collect your quest completion reward! ]
As soon as I got a rough grasp of the situation, a translucent window popped up, as if it had been waiting for me.
I hadn’t properly interacted with it before, so I hesitated, unsure of what to do.
“…Collect quest reward?”
As I muttered the words out loud, a flood of information swept through my mind.
It was sudden, but I wasn’t flustered.
After all, I’d experienced this many times before.
‘It was like this every time I destroyed an Object of Destruction.’
The decisive reason I could become a “Hero” in the other world.
It was thanks to the partial rewards I received every time I completed a quest to destroy an Object of Destruction.
“…”
However, the true reward this time was on an entirely different level from what I’d received before.
‘Akashic Records.’
An Object of Destruction that records everything in the world.
The one that sent me to the other world, gave me quests, and provided knowledge—
Everything was orchestrated by this Akashic Records to prevent the world’s destruction.
‘So, this is what the Creator’s Authority was.’
The authority to access everything recorded in the Akashic Records.
If I were to loosely compare it to a game, it’s like I’d become the “Director.”
Someone who could control the “game” that is the other world as I please?
Just hearing the words made it sound like I’d become something akin to a god.
But—
It was incredibly difficult to exert influence on the actual other world.
‘Well, because this is Earth.’
What I received as a reward was only the authority over the Akashic Records of that other world.
Every world has its own Akashic Records that manage it separately.
‘Still, there are countless ways to use it.’
For example, I could actually create that game SoXon set to be released in 20XX.
Using the other world 1,000 years after I left as the foundation.
Implementing the world 1,000 years into the future through the Akashic Records.
And if I just created a device that allowed access to this virtual reality—
“It’s possible.”
The dream of every gamer. The long-desired wish.
I could fulfil it with my own hands.
‘Of course, it would require a vast amount of mana.’
The issue of mana wasn’t something I needed to worry about too much.
Because my heart was no longer a normal human heart.
‘Dragon Heart.’
I had transplanted the heart of a dragon, one of the Objects of Destruction, directly into my body.
I now possess mana close to infinity and no longer need incantations to cast spells.
My heart raced at the thought that I could create SoXon with my own hands.
Vrrrrrr—!
My phone vibrated, and I checked the message I had received.
It was a notice demanding payment for the rent I had forgotten about for a while.
“Ah.”
Couldn’t I just use magic to cheat my way through this?
Full of hope, I tried casting several spells, but my meager bank balance didn’t budge an inch.
Science is harsh.
***
“Young lady, you’re pretty strong. Here’s your daily pay.”
“Thank you.”
I took the envelope of cash handed over by the team leader wearing a yellow safety helmet and left the work site.
The method I chose when I urgently needed money was to work manual labour.
I had been working my way through the other world for about nine years, so I was used to this kind of backbreaking work.
‘Magic alone wasn’t enough to survive.’
I learned martial arts from strong knights, and thanks to the Dragon Heart, my body was tough.
That remained the same even after the Demon King’s curse turned me into a woman.
“Hey, look at that person.”
“Is she a foreigner?”
“…”
Even wearing a mask and a hat, the whispers around me didn’t stop.
Sky-blue eyes and long hair. My hair grows back instantly no matter how many times I cut it.
‘Damn that Demon King.’
That crazy Crassaire woman said, “Since I’m red, let’s make you blue!” and did this to me.
Becoming a woman with such a rare appearance, something even uncommon in the other world, was nothing short of misfortune.
Finding it hard to bear the stares and murmurs any longer, I turned into a nearby alleyway.
Once I reached a secluded spot, I teleported back home using magic.
“First things first… let’s pay the rent.”
After a week of going to the temp agency and working daily labour, I earned about 770,000 won.
Originally, the daily wage was 100,000 won, but due to my appearance, I got an additional 10,000 won.
‘Let’s do a quick check-up.’
The Akashic Records was like a modern AI.
“Do this, do that, handle it yourself because I’m busy,” and so on…
It executed commands mechanically and even did them well.
Wouldn’t this count as freeloading at this point? It did prick my conscience a bit, though.
‘I did prevent the world’s destruction.’
To the point where I became a woman in the process, so this kind of freeloading was justified.
‘Would it be better if it had a physical form?’
Sometimes, when I communicated with the Akashic Records, I found myself talking to it.
Talking to myself was something I often did in the early days of being summoned to the other world to endure loneliness.
But this is modern society, and people look at you weirdly if you talk to yourself.
‘A magic spell suitable for this…’
Ah, that would be perfect.
The golem magic taught by the empire’s top court magician.
Of course, being a guardian magician of the royal family, his skills were naturally exceptional.
Well, I had to bow my head to that nasty old man to learn golem magic from him.
‘What should I make the appearance like…?’
That old man liked children a lot (definitely not in a bad way), so most of his golems had the appearance of kids.
But since I didn’t have that kind of preference, I roughly envisioned a few maids I’d seen working in noble mansions.
‘Should I go for a slightly revealing outfit?’
‘Pretty, but not as much as myself.’
‘Since it’s like a cold AI, the base should be expressionless, like a cooldere type…’
‘Standing out would be bad, so let’s go with black hair and black eyes.’
After a very refined process, I surveyed the completed golem.
“…I can’t believe I had this kind of talent.”
I could make it even smaller and start a figurine business at this rate.
Anyway, I infused mana into the completed maid golem to activate it.
And I forcibly transferred the Akashic Records, which was reluctant to leave my mental space, into it.
Did it work? Or did I fail?
I was nervous since it was my first time doing this kind of work.
After a brief silence—
The golem’s mouth opened.
“Master.”
Oh. It spoke.
But why does its first monumental word sound like that?
“…I didn’t set up that feature, though?”
“Formal greeting. User Aurora. It has been confirmed that this is your preference.”
“I can’t deny it.”
“Ugh…”
Suddenly, Akashic Records-chan’s expression stiffened, showing a look of disdain.
It certainly looked good, but for some reason, her expression felt too real, which made me a bit scared.
“If you make that face, it hurts my feelings.”
“Boomer.”
“…?”
“‘Hurts my feelings.’ It’s a shortened form of the phrase ‘emotional damage.’ An outdated slang term. People who use outdated slang are often referred to as ‘boomers.’ I have learned this from Earth’s information. Earth is quite fascinating.”
What the—
The Akashic Records shouldn’t have any information about Earth.
I couldn’t understand where it got such information from.
“User’s question confirmed. I acquired knowledge and information related to Earth through the mental world and memories of the user.”
“I see.”
Up until now, communication with the Akashic Records was limited to brief exchanges of consciousness fragments.
When I gave a command, the Akashic Records would only respond with simple answers like ‘possible’ or ‘impossible.’
So, I never expected it to be able to communicate so fluently like this, which left me a bit speechless.
Then suddenly, one question I had held for a long time surfaced.
“Why was it me? The one summoned to the other world.”
Out of a population exceeding several billion, why was I the one summoned to the other world?
“I was recommended by the Akashic Records responsible for Earth.”
“Recommended? By the Akashic Records for Earth?”
Before the summoning, I was just an ordinary person who loved culture and entertainment.
If the goal was to stop the destruction of another world, wouldn’t it have been better to send someone like a special force’s operative?
“I was told you had the most knowledge and the best understanding of ‘other worlds.’”
“….”
“You have read a total of 712 Isekai webtoons and 7,521 chapters, and a total of 1,855 Isekai web novels….”
“Stop!”
I shouted.
My head hurt.
Being hit by Akashic Records’ special ultimate attack.
My once healthy mental stamina was instantly depleted.
Tap, tap—
Akashic Records poked my cheek with its finger as I lay collapsed on the bed.
“…You’re alive.”
“Thank goodness.”
I murmured softly as I lay there with my eyes half-closed.
“Calling you ‘Akashic Records’ is too long, so how about I call you ‘Aka-chan’ instead?”
A heavy silence fell.
“Die.”
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