Initiating soul transfer by distorting space-time.
On the day I died from overwork, I received a holy sword through dawn delivery and my soul was transferred to another world.
Moreover, not only was it unfair that I died, but I was possessed by an orphan with a lot of stories!
As I was feeling lost about how to live from now on, the holy sword spoke to me.
“Hello, Master. I am Visby, your holy sword. Please call me Hi Visby.”
“Master? Are you going to lie there like tr*sh while I’m working hard to ring the alarm?”
“Your muscle mass has decreased. It’s okay, if Master dies early, Visby can just find another master.”
Somehow it felt strange as it resembled the AI of a certain phone, but with Visby’s help, who boasted a strangely human-like competence, I was adapting to this world when.
“You, did you really not see the holy sword stuck in the square?”
“T-That’s impossible. How could I, the last in school, pull out the holy sword?”
Matian Wigraz, the top student at school who should have been the master of the holy sword originally, began to suspect me of stealing the holy sword.
“Congratulations, Master. Matian, who lost the holy sword, has changed his personality to a depressed & obsessive maniac type. It’s a 91% match with Master’s preferred type of man! Tonight, try to seduce him!”
And this foolish holy sword tried to set me up with Matian, but it was all nonsense.
Because I am now at Saint Military Academy, where only men can enroll, ‘Shut up, Visby. That guy now… thinks I’m a man!’ disguised as a man!
