After Being Hit, It’s Inevitable That 1: Chapter 1.
After Being Hit, It’s Inevitable That “Don’t worry, Torrent, there’s still hope.” “I have finally found you, The Lost Scion.” “I hope that you can become the Elden Lord.” — Lying on the cold stone floor, feeling the icy water soak into her back while staring at the dark rocky dome of the cave, Mia realized she had been transported to another world.
Recognizing such a thing within the first minute of opening one’s eyes was no small feat.
Most people, in the first moment of experiencing this, would probably think it was a prank or that they had been kidnapped.
If Mia were to think that, it would be unnecessary.
Firstly, this girl didn’t have any prank-playing friends to begin with.
Secondly, considering the public safety of her motherland, Mia immediately ruled out kidnapping.
And there was a third reason.
Anyone who frequently reads web novels or watches anime knows that being transported after being hit by a truck is perfectly normal.
As for how she was killed by a ‘Mudhead Truck’ and sent here, that’s a story that starts a little while ago…
Our protagonist, as you can tell from the name, Mia, surname Mi, is female.
She has no interest in men.
She is 20 years old, a student, and doesn’t usually work out.
Besides that, she’s an elden ring lore expert, a gaming uploader, and an occasional part-timer for the ‘atmosphere crew’ at Starbucks.
That day, she was sitting in a cafe as usual, preparing material for her next video…
Then she heard a piercing horn, followed by screams from the people around her.
When she looked up, the last image burned into her mind was a green-plated sedan with a shiny silver ‘T’ logo, smashing through the cafe glass and charging straight for her face— Then, opening her eyes again, she found herself in the current situation.
In summary, Mia knew she had been transported within a minute just by looking at the ceiling.
Transported, huh?
So, where is this?
Mia sat up.
At a glance, she saw a small, entirely golden tree ahead.
The trunk was golden, the branches were golden, with an amber-like texture, growing brightly amidst the rubble of this cave.
“…” Is this divine retribution for over-analyzing the game’s lore?!
The moment Mia saw the scenery, she knew she had arrived in the world of elden ring, and she was currently in the starting location—the Stranded Graveyard.
Well, theoretically, it wasn’t the *first* starting location.
Was that good news?
Because at least she hadn’t spawned directly in the Chapel of Anticipation to be brutally beaten by a scripted boss.
But was being transported really a good thing?
A while later.
Mia slumped on a high-backed chair by the edge of a ledge in the cave, a translucent ghost beside her looking at her in confusion.
There was a famous saying in a neighboring circle.
“Hearing they’ve been transported to the Warhammer world, a fan cries like a Snotling.” Mia felt that…
…transporting into Hidetaka Miyazaki’s world was about the same as transporting into Warhammer.
Both were desperate worlds on the brink of collapse and destruction.
And perhaps, the Warhammer world might even be more comfortable?
At least there, a person still had a chance to live a peaceful life.
But in elden ring…
As an elden ring expert, Mia considered herself to have some understanding of this world.
The Order of the Erdtree that sustained the world had shattered, and the cycle of souls was broken.
Decaying bodies were cages for imprisoned souls, torturing the sanity of the residents of The Lands Between; those wandering the fields were all muddled, hollow spirits.
Ancient glory had long since departed, and the air only made one feel desolate and suffocated.
That was the kind of world it was.
Mia didn’t think she possessed the power of a Tarnished; she was just an ordinary student.
Why were the other worlds in anime always sunny with green grass and blue skies?
But she had come to such a hellhole.
“I want to go home.” Being transported wasn’t good at all.
How was it at home?
Her parents must know she’s dead, right?
What about her younger sister?
And her grandparents?
“I’m hungry.” …Yes, hunger.
Only this feeling existed outside of thought and within reality.
So the fact that she had been transported also existed.
Was there any room for reversal?
If she woke up after a nap and could return to her original world, only to find herself in the ICU, half-dead.
Thinking about it that way, she didn’t really want to go back.
Humans are contradictory creatures.
Furthermore, this transportation didn’t seem to bring only bad things.
The biggest change was her body.
It had changed from her original disappointing, flat-chested twenty-something figure into a body with skin like white jade and bones like soft shoots—a girl of thirteen or fourteen, no longer a loli but not quite a young woman.
Running her hand through a long strand of hair, the golden, slightly curly hair was as smooth as a cat’s fur.
The only problem was…
She was the kind of ‘flawed beautiful girl’ that Miyazaki-san so loves!
Mia was a blind person who could only see through a mysterious cloth strip covering her eyes; if she took the cloth off, everything was pitch black!
It wasn’t that Mia didn’t like the ‘flawed’ type…
but…
Sigh, forget it, whatever.
As long as she could see while wearing the cloth, it was fine.
If this was a reincarnation after death, then being able to live again was truly a stroke of luck.
Although she would definitely have to experience combat in this world…
Then let it come.
She died young in her previous life; in this life, she had to make a name for herself.
She wanted to do something great, to achieve something that an Earthling in her previous life could never have done.
First, let’s set the goal of becoming the Elden Lord!
Mia stood up and looked herself over.
This outfit seemed to be the starting gear for a Prophet.
Eyes covered with a cloth strip, wearing tattered yellow robes, and not even any shoes.
The wooden wheel around the neck and the heavy iron shackles on the hands were missing.
Was this Miyazaki’s mercy?
After all, letting a petite and lovely girl walk around with a big, clunky neck-shackle and iron chains…
that kind of playstyle was a bit too ‘mature’ and inappropriate.
The soul whose seat had been usurped saw Mia seemingly fired up with fighting spirit and tactfully stepped forward: “Tarnished, jump down.
Go and fight, and reclaim your memories as a warrior.” “A warrior?” Mia looked down into the cave below.
The Cave of Learning, the tutorial-like area in the game.
As a’Souls Expert’ who had cleared the game countless times, the mere Cave of Learning would surely be no problem.
Mia took a deep breath.
She leaped down into the cave— *Splat.* Head first.
The soul guiding the Tarnished poked its head over the edge of the ledge, looking at Mia below whose neck was twisted at an acute angle, and shook its head helplessly.
A while later, Mia’s body slowly turned into dust and dissipated.