Transformed into a Divine Gear Girl
With a blink, Zhuang Xiaoyuan was startled to discover that he had become a beautiful young woman in military uniform. Yet, this was not the most difficult thing to accept; even more bewildering was the nature of this world itself. Isolated cities stood alone, entirely reliant on self-sufficiency for food. The wilderness teemed with monsters known as Demons and Evil Gods. In the face of these hordes that covered the mountains and plains, humanity’s weapons were woefully insignificant. How could humanity ever hope to defeat these creatures and save themselves from extinction? Gods? What are those? Only those gifted with special talents, protected by mysterious spirits called Guardian Deities, could wield the divine armaments necessary to resist the Evil Gods. But why was my divine weapon so different from theirs? One by one, girls from the world of anime bestowed upon me unique abilities. Tags: Transformation, Transmigration, Determined Otaku
Transformed into a Divine Gear Girl
“Wait, who is this girl???” Zhuang Xiaoyuan stared in shock at the reflection in the mirror, his mind a blank.
Standing quietly in the mirror was a petite young girl, one with a distinctly unique aura. Zhuang Xiaoyuan had seen this quality in many people before—a stark contrast to those whose beauty is only skin-deep, as often depicted on television or in movies. This was an aura honed by rigorous training and strict self-discipline, one that belonged exclusively to soldiers.
Though the girl boasted shoulder-length black hair, gentle brows, a pair of bright, ebony eyes, a straight nose, a charming little mouth, delicate skin, and a stature that likely did not even reach one meter sixty, her harmless appearance could not conceal the upright, commanding presence exuding from her as she stood before the mirror—a presence unmistakably imbued with the spirit of a soldier.
“Hold on, I need to calm down. Let me think, let me think. What was I doing before all this? Oh, right—I was writing a novel, had just drafted an outline, was working on character backgrounds, and then… then… Damn it, how am I supposed to stay calm? Why did working on character profiles result in me opening my eyes and turning into this?”
Desperately trying to steady his nerves and recall the preceding events, Zhuang Xiaoyuan suddenly grabbed the army-green pillow beside him and slammed it down on the bed, softening the meticulously folded bedding into a shapeless lump.
Yes, as a distinguished member of the twenty-first century species known as the “shut-in,” Zhuang Xiaoyuan ha
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