On the seventh day, he felt a sudden chill for no reason, as if someone was calling him.

"_____, _____?"

Subconsciously, he turned towards the voice and saw a girl between the ages of 15 and 16, with golden hair and red eyes, exuding a noble aura. Her beauty could easily score a perfect ten. The noble girl's face showed some anxiety, furrowing her brow in a way that made people want to step forward and offer help.

But the seventh day had never seen this noble girl before, nor had he ever heard the language she was speaking.

Standing in place, he looked around. This was a dimly lit room illuminated by candlelight. There were scattered straw on the brick floor, and a faint smell of blood in the air. With the wooden fence door and various locks hanging on the wall, the first thing that came to the seventh day's mind was a prison cell from a movie.

Where am I?

Almost subconsciously, the seventh day looked at the thorny whip in his hand and the girl tied to the wooden horse not far away. The latter's back was full of bruises, and she was sweating profusely as if enduring great pain.

"Ugh..."

The girl tied to the wooden horse let out a sob, barely lifting her head and looking at the seventh day with tear-filled eyes. Or rather, she was looking at the whip. Her eyes were filled with fear and pain.

Who is this girl? Why is she being treated like this? The seventh day looked at the whip in his hand. Did he whip the girl himself?

No, it was impossible.

The seventh day immediately denied that possibility. He had already turned off the computer and lay on his bed for some time. He even complained to friends online about his insomnia. Finally, when he felt sleepy, he fell into a deep sleep.

Wait, could this be a dream? But if it was a dream, it felt too real.

As this thought flashed through his mind, a thunderous roar echoed in his brain, as if a cosmic singularity had exploded. A massive amount of information flooded into the seventh day's mind in an instant.

This is the heartland of the Yumiru Church, a territory called "Niru," within the Human Alliance.

The golden-haired, red-eyed noble girl is his sister, and the girl tied to the wooden horse is a blood slave. Lastly, he is the daughter of a count in the blood race, Heruente, the sole heir of the Pesia Territory, and her name is Lowell Edith Pesia.

The reason the slave girl was whipped by him was because the eldest daughter of the count, Lowell Edith, had a tendency to abuse others.

But why, as a blood race member, did he appear in the territory of the church?

As soon as this idea touched his mind, the answer flooded into the seventh day's mind like a tide.

Due to the death of the Demon King Uranus, there was a dispute between the Human Alliance, which had not experienced war for a long time, and the blood race. When the two sides were fighting over the Demon King's corpse, he forcibly took in the corpse, causing his own magic power to overload, faint, and be captured by the people of the church along with his servant during the chaos. However, because one of the bishops of the church was also captured by the blood race, both sides exchanged hostages, and the church did not maltreat him. On the contrary, they provided him with as many favorable conditions as possible.

Was even this a setup in the dream?

For a moment, the seventh day was puzzled. Indeed, some of the dreams he had in the past were unbelievable, but to have such a detailed background setting, it was the first time for the seventh day. More importantly, he had turned into a female in the dream—He lowered his head and looked at himself. His petite figure looked like it was less than fourteen years old. It was truly incredible.

Well, let's not dwell on the setup for now. Even if this is a dream, the absurdity of whipping a girl is unacceptable to him.

"Sister, are you going back?"

The seventh day glanced at his sister, the noble girl with a puzzled expression. She was captured along with him. Her name was Camilla Pesia, and she had been taking care of him during the captivity.

Although he didn't know why he could understand Camilla's language, the seventh day couldn't care less about that now. He waved his hand pretendingly.

"I'm bored. I'm going back."

"Yes, and this slave..."

"Let her go wherever she came from."

"Understood."

At first glance, these words might seem abrupt. In his memory, the torture by the count's eldest daughter had just begun. But the eldest daughter of the count was always unpredictable and difficult to understand, so the seventh day's capricious behavior was in line with the setup.

With Camilla's company, the seventh day quickly returned to the bedroom above the dungeon.When Seven saw the arrangement of the bedroom with his own eyes, he was immediately shocked. The room, about 30 square meters in size, was filled with the scent of incense. A large canopy bed occupied a great area, the walls were adorned with brown rose carvings, and even in the daytime, the ceiling was adorned with dazzling crystal lights. Not to mention the meticulous placement of the low cabinet, not to mention the Western sword and oil painting hanging on the wall. If Seven had to describe it with a few words, he could only think of the words "noble mansion".

Could dreams really be so detailed?

Combining the various memories flashing through his mind, Seven began to feel that he was not in a dream, or rather, he had a rough guess - he had crossed over.

Although he had thought about crossing over one day, after realizing the possibility of crossing over, a sense of fear and confusion surged in his heart. Feeling lost, he left Camilla waiting outside the door, while he leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths.

"This can't be real..."

He pinched his smooth arm without any marks, and a sensation of pain came as expected - this was not a dream, in other words, he had really crossed over.

"No, it could also be a game... If it's 'Ragnarøk', it's not strange even if it goes this far."

'Ragnarøk' was a large multiplayer role-playing game that Seven had played. Because players could have an immersive and realistic experience in the game after using a game pod, Seven came to such a conclusion.

"But those memories in my mind... could they have been implanted by the game developer? Is this a game event?"

In theory, players lying in a game pod could have their memories and experiences tampered with by the developers, becoming experimental subjects like "brains in a vat". However, doing so would be laborious and bring no benefits, and could even lead to legal consequences. Seven couldn't understand the reason behind it.

"For now... let's not think too much. If this is not a game but reality, the next step should be to find a way to leave. Being panicky won't do any good."

Suppressing the anxiety and discomfort after crossing over, Seven maintained his posture of leaning against the wall with one hand and began to digest the extra memories in his mind.

He was the eldest daughter of the count in the vampire clan, Edith Percyar, and was currently held captive by the Human Alliance as a hostage in exchange for the release of the captured bishop of the vampire clan.

Although she hadn't suffered any cruel treatment at the moment, there was no guarantee that the humans would treat her well in the long run.

As a result, she had her first goal: to escape from being a captive.

But how to leave? Magic seemed to exist in this world. As the eldest daughter of the count, she was also a magic spellcaster who could use magic. But even the eldest daughter of the count couldn't escape from here, so could she? The answer was of course no. Seven immediately dismissed the idea of forcefully breaking out. Now that she was being treated well, it didn't mean that the other party would treat her kindly after she resisted. The worst possibility was being thrown into a dungeon, and that was an outcome she had to avoid.

After thinking it over, Seven took a deep breath.

"Regardless of the situation, I can only adapt to the environment now. From now on, I am Edith Percyar, but you can call me Edith for short."

After setting her goal, Seven - now Edith - walked to the round table in the room.

With the unlikely possibility that she needed to confirm whether this was a game or reality, she raised her hand and made a cross-like gesture in the air, trying to summon the menu page as she would in a game. However, no pop-up window appeared in front of her. Iss attempted this more than ten times, but each time, it ended in failure.

This was not a game.

Edith felt a sinking feeling in her heart. In a game, if you died, you could start over, but reality didn't work that way. In other words, she had truly crossed over to another world, and if she died, there would be no possibility of revival. The fear that enveloped her heart was almost overwhelming, and she even felt her hands trembling slightly.

No, she couldn't give up here. If she was discovered, it would be all over.

Shaking her head, Edith tried to gather her scattered thoughts.

"What if I use the magic of this world like the eldest daughter of the Count?"

The magic of this world required chanting spells to use, but because she had the memories and methods left by the eldest daughter of the Count, it wasn't difficult for Edith to repeat them.

- Of course, it was a futile attempt. Edith tried to chant a spell, but because she couldn't grasp the rhythm of the chanting, it ended in failure. Just because the eldest daughter of the Count could do something didn't mean she could do it too.Just as soon as she had crossed over, she found herself trapped in a dire situation…

A wave of helplessness washed over Iss. Although she could sense the flow of magic within her body, she couldn't find the key to release this magic. However, a sudden intuition flashed through her mind. If she didn't rely on a specific method, but instead relied solely on the flow of her consciousness, she might be able to use magic. This wasn't a divine whisper, but rather a sixth sense-like intuition.

In her desperate situation, Iss could only try with a hopeful attitude. She stood up, the bright blue dress hindering her movements, and focused all her attention on one point. If she could truly use magic through imagination, then the most suitable spell to escape captivity would undoubtedly be "Advanced Teleportation".

"In the game, this is how it feels to use Advanced Teleportation...," she recalled. In order to strengthen her concept, she even softly spoke the name of the spell.

"—Advanced Teleportation."

Click.

Just like the static noise that flickers on an old television when the signal is bad, the room suddenly flickered with a clicking sound. But this situation lasted only for an instant, and with the disappearance of Iss, who had silver hair and blue eyes, it abruptly ceased.

Iss had successfully used Advanced Teleportation.