His Devious Harbinger: How To Tame A Wicked God?

Chapter 1: How to free a God (1)

Chapter 1: How to free a God (1)

"According to Murphy's law, anything that can go wrong, will go wrong." I stand at the makeshift stage made out of the rotting wooden planks and pretend that I am holding a mike in front of the children who are dressed in rags. "I should introduce myself properly as your entertainer before I continue. My name is -"

A skinny arm shoots up in the air. I sigh. Telling a story to children is hard work. They are always full of questions. I ask him, "What's wrong?"

"Who is Murphy?" The boy is around thirteen or fourteen. His body is short and suffers from malnutrition like the other kids including myself.

"He was some smart guy." I don't know who Murphy is. Who was it that came up with that adage? Was it someone called Murphy? Laws like these are usually named after people. I have to come up with a word for them to understand. "Like a scholar."

"So, he is someone with a rich polished butt hole." The boy puts his arm down sullenly. "I don't like him."

"I don't think that he cares whether you like him or not." I laugh lightly. "Let's start properly. My name is -"

"We already know your name, Kresi," Someone yells. "We want to know about that polished butt hole Murphy."

My name is not Kresi. It seems like they are not interested in my tragic story.

"I have something better. It's the story of a princess who could turn into a fish. One day -"

The kids do not look interested. "What's so special about a princess who can turn into a fish? The shapeshifters can do it all the time. Our little Mori can turn into a boar. That is way better than a fish."

The girl with unruly sky blue hair and magenta eyes grins when she hears the kid's words. She must be Mori. This storytelling isn't working out at all. I need money to buy food.

"Kresi, you shouldn't call us like this to waste our time." An older girl stands up. She is the leader of this group of street children. "We have to work. If we don't work, we won't get food. You must have resources if you are not worried about finding food anymore."

No, I am worried. I am a lot worried. The kids watch me with anger and follow after her. My stomach grumbles loudly. I am starving. Why did I speak of Murphy? Murphy, you ruined my storytelling. I wanted to earn decent money by telling stories to these kids. I don't want to beg or steal.

Yesterday, I found myself inside this body. At first, I thought that it was a strange dream. It's been already a day. This world is strange. There are three moons in the sky. The days are hot. The nights are freezing. I am an orphan who begs on the street.

In my original world, I was a freelancer. I lived alone. When I was not working, I played video games or read comic books. Life was good and comfortable until burglars decided to barge in. When they saw me, they were shocked. They thought that nobody lived in the house.

But, I was alone. I was a woman. That didn't mean that I would let them take away my laptop. I didn't have the back up of my data. We fought. One of the men pushed me hard. I fell and hit my head. So, I died while fighting for my laptop. I could have brought a new one. It's a ridiculous reason to die for.

And, I have been reborn in a crazy world. I have no idea what happened to the original owner of the body. I found myself inside the body of this orphan girl in the dark alley. This body is wearing a thin robe completely unsuited for the cold night. In her robe's pockets, I found a few copper coins and a rusted dagger. Nothing else.

It seems like I have transmigrated into the body of an orphan. Why am I so unlucky? If gods wanted me to be reborn, they should have made me a princess or some other rich girl. It's fine if I was reborn in my original world. I have some skills that could be useful there. I don't have the skills to survive in the primitive ways of this world. I am an adult stuck inside a child. The street children are more dangerous than adults here.

Is there a transmigration department? I want to make a complaint.

The magic is real in this world. People can turn into strange things. I have seen floating lamps, flying carts, strange-looking humanoids, and soldiers with magical weapons. It's only been a day. My heart can't take it.

My stomach grumbles again. I have used the copper coins to buy the hard bread earlier. Now, I have nothing. I don't want to begin the streets. That goes against my principles.

I rub my flat chest. It's been hurting ever since I woke up. I peek inside my robe. There is nothing. No wound. Do I have heart disease now? I won't be surprised anymore if my tragic story turns more tragic.

What should I do? It's my second day here. At this rate, I will starve to death.

I want food. I want to go back to my world. I want to play video games again. I didn't even get to read the ending of my favourite manga before I died. This is pathetic. I died for my laptop and I am crying about Manga after being reborn.

I can't die again. Who knows if I will get another chance at life? If I do, what if they turn me into something worse? Even if I am an orphan in a strange world, I am a female human child. I need to survive and live a long life. Maybe, I can find a way to go back to my world.

After all, it's a magical world.