Akiyama Takehito smiled. Sure, after so many times, on such an advanced character, raids had become a bit routine. But there was something fun about going through them in-character, and there was a lot of hype for the next expansion coming next week!

Emerald Odyssey was certainly a popular game. Allowing for extreme detail in character customization, the creation of NPCs for high-level players, and a wide range of viable paths to success for the players, its playerbase was vast and the game itself was popular. And, well, needless to say, the next expansion, The Holy Crusades, was generating a lot of excitement and hype. No-one quite knew what to expect from the content, but it had been teased that the secretive Theocracy of Klein would be opened up for play.

But that didn't mean Takehito would act out of character. His character, the diminutive, child-like vampire Vanyra Briarheart Rozenkreuzlite, would never worry about such things. She'd simply comment on how worthless the enemies of the last raid were, how it was a meager effort for someone like herself. Takehito certainly wasn't one to neglect gameplay for roleplaying, but he could build those in synergy with Emerald Odyssey! There was no need to ignore one side or the other!

Vanyra_Briarheart_Rozenkreuzlite: How pathetic~ Of course, I can't blame them for their worthless efforts when I

He never finished his message.

For there was no longer anyone sitting at the computer.

---

His vision was blurry. What had happened...? It was so bright, nothing like his dimly-lite room at night... He couldn't really make anything out, and it felt like his head was spinning. Had he stayed up too long and passed out? Holding his head, he weakly stepped forward.

"What ha-"

He froze where he stood.

That wasn't his voice. That was the voice of a girl. A small, cute girl. A child, it sounded like a little girl's voice. How could he have spoken in a little girl's voice?! His vision clearing, his head ceasing to spin, Takehito looked down at his body, his hands.

Delicate, pale little fingers... a slender little body, clad in red and black gothic lolita. As he started to perceive more and more of the world around him, he realized that he was not in his room at all.

And that he was certainly no longer a he.

The small, almost paper-white girl trembled with wide eyes. How was this possible? Takehito concluded it must be a dream, and shakily pinched one arm.

He felt it.

He felt that pain.

He was wearing that dress. That dress he knew on sight. He was standing on the grassy plains in the daylight, thought of course it wouldn't cause any debuffs given how he'd built... he'd built her.

He was no longer Akiyama Takehito, University Student.

She was Vanyra Briarheart Rozenkreuzlite, High Vampire.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHH?!"

Certainly the sudden outburst from the delicate-looking, childlike vampire would be difficult to ignore.

Another raid, another set of redundant rewards, just filling time until the next expansion came in and there was anything more to do. Really, she couldn't wait until it came out and people were too busy focusing on beating the content and not roleplaying. Now and then it wasn't such a bad thing to deal with, sure, but to celebrate every minor victory like that? Momoka might have been a shut-in--and a sleep-deprived one at that--but she was proud to say that she didn't sink to that level for such trivial things.

Ah well, she'd wait for the vampire loli to spout of something irrelevant, then shut down for now--

---

It was bright. It was too bright for someone whose last experience with direct sunlight was probably a few weeks back--and, acting on reflex, she rolled over and tried to bury her face in the covers, hoping that the sun would go away soon. Only, it wasn't bedding underneath her, but grass--fresh, slightly damp, and unmistakably barely covering a layer of dirt. That she'd just shoved her face right into.

So she jumped. Quite a bit. So much in fact, that the floor was rather far down, and if it weren't for beating wings, she would have crashed back down and probably hurt something. Wait, wings...?

Possibly because of her own reaction, or the much smaller changes in physique, Momoka cottoned on to what had happened quite quickly. The changes... undoubtedly, she was the angel turned goddess that she had christened Takoyaki Princess when naming the character. The changes to her figure, the wings, the blonde hair being driven across her vision by the breeze...

And so, as Vanyra was being shocked by her new body, the angel dropped to the ground behind her, hugging her knees and wondering just what the hell had happened.

Takehito, or perhaps more appropriately Vanyra, silently ran her hands over her body in mute shock. This absolutely was the body of her character. That small, childish frame, the soft, pale skin, that gothic lolita outfit, the incredibly long, soft, white hair... this was unmistakable. Except it was real. It was totally real. Her initial outburst had receded into dead silence. She was no longer male. She was no longer an adult(or was she? Vanyra was written to be eight hundred years old, so wasn't she older now then she was before? It was hard to think about), and... well, she could feel her fangs with her tongue. She was no longer human.

For a few moments this fact was so overwhelming she couldn't even start to try and think about what was happening, But a number of things brought the vampire into the present. To begin with, this wasn't an unfamiliar setup. Hadn't she read plenty of light novels like this? there were anime too... secondly, she heard someone next to her. After a moment, Vanyra slowly turned and...

Most of the party was gone, but that figure...

"... Takoyaki Princess...?"

What was she going to do? If this world was anything like the game then it was going to be full of weird deviants, people out to murder her, and overly pushy NPC's that were going to foist every little problem over because doing anything themselves was just too hard... in a game the rewards might make it worth it but who the hell would want to go around out of their way to be so pointlessly nice and get hurt all the time? Well at least she'd be able to use any defensive buffs to avoid the painful stuff if monsters showed up to attack or something...

Momoka looked up at the sound of her screen-name, wondering who the hell could possibly know that and--it was the damn vampire roleplayer. Someone like that had to be a pervert, right? What sort of normal person would go around acting like some high-and-mighty vampire all the time whilst looking like... that? She was going to get roped into their perverse delusions if she said anything, so maybe she should just tell them to go find a bath of holy water to drown in--

"Y-Yes?"

"... Th-that's... you... and I'm..."

Vanyra's shoulders sagged. This was too much to take in. How did you deal with something like this? Even if it was the setup for plenty of media that she'd read or watched, it was still something she'd never even begun to believe was real. And that was even without having to deal with the fact that she'd turned into a little girl vampire. From male college student to little girl vampire. That wasn't exactly the progression of her life that Vanyra had expected at all. It was really out of the blue in that respect. Looking down at herself once more, the white-haired girl ran her hands down her sides before taking a deep breath.

She had to introduce herself.

"... I'm Vanyra," she began, feeling somewhat silly making that introduction, "... And you're Takoyaki Princess... and now... we're in Emerald Odyssey, aren't we...?"

In the game? That wasn't what it looked like to her. Well, not precisely... they certainly had the bodies of their characters from the game but it was idiotic to jump to the conclusion that this was the game world. They were, after all, simply in a random field somewhere; maybe they'd just had their brains transplanted into new bodies after being kidnapped and had now been dropped off in Europe somewhere. It was entirely possible that some criminal conspiracy like that was responsible rather than being inside the game.

Well, there was an easy way to check if it was the game world: "I-If it's the game... skills?"

"Skills..."

This looked like the field outside their last raid, to Vanyra, but she couldn't exactly guarantee though. How would she activate her skills? If she had them, that was. She felt her fangs with her teeth... what else could this be? It was hard to understand what was happening, but how would she turn on her skills if she had them?

... How could she deal with being a girl, for that matter? This was... this was...

In the middle of trying to figure out how to get her skills activated, the vampire raised her hand.

The moment she desired it, a menu, formed from red light, spawned in front of of her.

Vanyra Briarheart Rozenkreuzlite

Level 100

Race: Vampire

Class: High Vampire

HP: 50000/50000

MP: 75000/75000

Status: Light Resistance UP, Sun Resistance MAX, Regen UP+++, Mental Debuff Resist++

After a few moments, she was able to switch between screens in her menu, viewing her full inventory, equip menu, PMs, and skills. It was all there, just like in the game. But now...

Now it was real.