When I woke up in a foreign bed, wrapped in scratchy old sheets and breathing in the smell of wood smoke and freshly baked bread, I didn't panic.
Not right away, at least.
It took exactly 2.4 seconds for me to sit up, hit my head on the wooden bunk above, and realise I wasn't in my room. I wasn't in my house. Hell, I wasn't even in my world.
[SYSTEM BOOTING...]
[Welcome, Player.]
[You have entered the world: Resident Evil – Village Edition.]
[Time: T-minus 7 days before Main Event Trigger.]
[Difficulty: NIGHTMARE+]
[System: FULL GAMER SYSTEM – Version: Godmode Glitch Edition]
[Skill: Training Room (Dimensional Time Ratio 1:2,600,000 unlocked.)]
[Perk: Inventory unlocked.]
[Hidden Class: ??? Unlocked.]
Oh yeah. I had officially transmigrated.
And not just anywhere—I'd landed myself in Resident Evil: Village. The one with creepy werewolves, vampy mommy Dimitrescu, psycho puppet girls, and... wait. This is the one with the baby-eating horror house too, isn't it?
Great. Just great.
The place I woke up in turned out to be a rustic bakery on the edge of the village. Apparently, I'd inherited it from some "great-aunt" I'd never heard of. Classic transmigration setup. The townspeople already knew me. Or, more like, they knew her. I was just cosplaying now.
In the mornings, I sold bread. Rustic rye, potato loaves, and even sugar cookies are shaped like little wolves. I smiled, I laughed, I blended in. A normal baker girl. Totally not someone with a god-tier system training with anime characters at night.
The villagers were already acting... off. There was this tense fear under their skin, like animals that smelled a storm coming. Whispers. Locked doors. Crosses everywhere. Someone mentioned Heisenberg as if he were Voldemort.
But me? I was chilling.
Because at night?
I trained. Hard.
[Training Room Initialised.]
[Time Ratio Set: 1 Month = 0.01 Second in Real Time.]
[Simulation: BEGIN.]
The room was infinitely white. It shifted with my will. My heartbeat quickened as the first opponent formed in front of me.
[Opponent 001: Rock Lee (Weighted). Difficulty: Low.]
I laughed. Oh? Starting from the basics? Let's go, sensei.
He kicked me through a wall.
Twice.
By the fifth attempt, I dodged his Leaf Hurricane. By the eighth, I countered. By the fiftieth, I swept his legs and smashed a chakra-enhanced punch into his chest.
[LEVEL UP.]
[New Passive Skill Learned: Reflex Boost I.]
[New Active Skill Learned: Flowstep.]
I grinned.
The system made sure I wasn't just button-mashing. I learned why things worked. My body adapted. My mind sharpened. I had menus, stats, and cooldowns. My build was mine to choose.
By the end of that first night, I'd fought Zoro, Killua, and even Deku in full-cowl mode. And when I stepped out into the real world?
Only 0.2 seconds had passed.
I had a month of training in my bones. Muscles I never had before. Skills people here wouldn't even dream of.
I woke up to my alarm bell (an actual bell, no electricity), tied my apron, and served bread to Mrs. Vasilia who kept muttering about "the signs in the sky." I smiled, nodded politely, and handed her her baguette.
Inside, my mind was calculating.
7 days.
7 days until hell breaks loose in this village.
7 days until Ethan Winters shows up.
7 days until monsters crawl out from the shadows and start picking people off like cookies on a tray.
But this time, it wouldn't go the same way.
This time, I was here.
And I wasn't just a player anymore.
I was the one running the damn system.
Let's see who survives this game now.
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