Trevor opened his eyes, to find himself in a prison cell.

A slow and repetitive dripping sound could be heard. If one were to stay here too long the sound could cause one to go mad.

However, Trevor viewed this situation with a smile.

"A single mistake has put me in this position... a normal person would think it unbelievable. No- even I am not able to completely understand what is going on- however I do know one thing."

"My progress, my business, my job, everything that I've obtained had been given a hard reset."

This was a situation that would depress a normal person perhaps. But Trevor was different. Trevor was a businessman. He was one who acted on opportunity. He was the type of person to look at a horrible disaster, and view it as a chance.

What did Trevor see right now?

A hard reset. Not only on everything he had worked to obtain, however. It was also a hard reset on all the mistakes he had ever made.

While Trevor was unaware of how games worked, he was good at adapting to a scenario, and as such knew at the very least that he was no longer in his former world.

But...

Where was he?

Why was he detained in a jail cell?

Was there anyone nearby?

Is there any way out?

A flood of questions entered Trevors head, and he calmly regained composure as he approached the first issue.

"My body... feels slightly lighter. Almost as if I have become a bit thinner and shorter..."

His hand drifted up to one of his ears, and as he felt it, his eyes went wide in surprise.

His ears were completely pointed.

[Due to your alignment, lawful neutral, combined with your class, ranger, you have been assigned the race: Wood elf]

As this message popped up, a status screen popped up, just as it had for Garett, and Trevor took a look at his own appearance.

He was almost the same as he had been in his previous life, aside from a slight change in stature and slightly more pointy ears, as well as thinner eyelids.

Trevor did not mind his change in appearance. Appearances were meant to be kept up- of course. As a businessman, he could not allow himself to ever look shoddy, however his new appearance had a hint of elegance. It was as if he was truly born to become an elf.

And for Trevor, so long as the maintained appearance did not provide any drawbacks to his work, he did not care how he looked.

All of a sudden, Trevor heard a voice call out to him from the cell next to his. It was the voice of a woman, and she sounded kind and innocent, as if she was lost and needed help.

"Um... is anyone there? Is there someone in the cell next to me? Could you tell me whats going on?"

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Samantha was furious.

She had absolutely no idea what was going on.

In her mind, she was cursing and raging. If she were to allow her true emotions to slip out, one would view her as a demon.

But wait.

Oh.

She had already become a demon.

When she arrived in the new world, something felt off.

He head felt heavier than usual, and her skin was unusually rough. When she looked at her hands...

They were a bright shade of cyan, with skin that was rougher than human skin but not quite as hard as scales.

And her hands had claws.

A message appeared in front of her.

[Due to your alignment, Neutral Evil, combined with your class of healer, you have been assigned the race: High demon.]

The screen displayed to her the status screen, and she almost shrieked in shock as she saw that her beautiful blonde hair had become a shade of green, and her perfect skin had become blue and rough.

But before she could shriek, she heard a shuffle in the cell next to her.

"If someone else is in the cell next to me... it would be unbecoming to allow them to hear me complain... I must first convince them of my beauty and kindness before anything else...", she thought.

She perked herself up and spoke in a cutesy voice, as if to mimic a damsel in distress.

"Um... is anyone there? Is there someone in the cell next to me? Could you tell me whats going on?"

A smooth male voice then replied, with confidence.

"It seems that there is another person here. I have just arrived here, and I too am unsure of the current situation. However, I can say for certain that we need to find a way out of here."

"Shit! Looks like he doesn't know anything either. Why did I have to get stuck next to some useless man who doesn't even know whats going on, eh!?", Samantha thought.

But on the outside, she did not allow such vulgar thoughts to permeate her mind.

"I see... is there anything you can do about it? Are you also locked in a cell?", she replied sweetly.

"I'll figure something out.", he replied with confidence. Trevor then took a look at his status plate, and reread the description of the options he had.

Trevor considered his options before saying anything, but after thinking about the situation, let out a rude comment.

"However, even if I manage to find a way out of this cell, is there any reason as to why I should assist you? Could you provide a list of the benefits I would obtain in doing so?"

"What-!?" Samantha replied bluntly, without filtering her vulgar tone.

Realizing that she had displayed an imperfect side of herself, she stopped speaking, all while her mind exploded with thoughts of hatred.

"How dare this man speak to me as such!? Does he not know that it is common sense to help a woman in need? What does he mean 'provide a list of benefits!?' Why is he being so proper about his tone and then asking for something so rude!?"

"Um... I don't seem to be able to get out of here... if you let me out, of course I will assist you-"

"I've heard enough. Trusting you could only become a liability to me in the future. I have no need for an incompetent woman to follow me around."

Trevor only said these words after determining that the woman wouldn't be able to free him from his cell.

However, this set off the switch that had been filtering Samantha throughout the conversation.

"Why you piece of shit! Who the hell do you think you are talking to a lady like that, EHHH!? You think you're so high and mighty that you can do whatever the hell you want and get away with it!? Are you really so rude as to ignore a beautiful woman in need right in front of you?! What the hell is your problem?"

Trevor let out a chuckle.

He had been after this exact reaction.

Trevor was an expert businessman, and spent his life dealing with tricky customers and those trying to strike sly deals with hidden conditions.

But through that experience, Trevor had obtained the ability to see through when a person was trying to put on an act. At the same time, he had mastered the ability to put on an act, even when he was under an extreme level of pressure.

But this woman lost to him, and revealed her true colors.

"Did you just say that a brute like you is a beautiful woman?", he asked with a scary sense of calmness. It was as if he was staring through the walls and into the soul of Samantha.

Samantha then tried a different approach. She began to cry fake tears.

"Why... why would you say something so horrible!"

A drop of salty water slid down her cheek, and fell onto the ground.

Trevor stood firm, and acted as if he didn't care.

"Either way, I have no way out of here."

His eyes searched the room, however there was no key or any items to be found. There wasn't even a bed- only the stone cold floor. He approached the door to open it, but all of a sudden...

Time stopped.

Trevor continued moving towards the door, but he felt the same sensation as when he was in the abyss.

He was bodiless.

And when he looked to check, he had exited his own body, almost as a spirit.

"Whats going on here!?", Samantha yelled out- with a sniffle after wiping her false tears.

[The party leader, Garett, is currently making a decision]

[Please wait until the decision has been completed]

A moment later, they had returned to their bodies.

In shock, Samantha forgot about her anger towards Trevor. There was one thing that she knew.

She was no longer on earth, and this world could be dangerous. Weird events kept on happening over and over, and she had no way of guaranteeing her own safety.

Swallowing her own pride, she felt at least a little happy that she was with someone to talk to.

How scary it would have been to be sitting in this jail cell, alone...

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Ashley sat in a Jail cell, alone.

Just moments before, something weird had happened. It was as if her soul had left her body, and rendered her unable to control her own body- but at the same time she was able to look around.

"This is.... SO COOL!!!"

Ashley was completely overexcited from her current situation.

"I've done it!!! I've been reincarnated in another world!! And take a look at me!"

Ashley didn't actually change in appearance much from her former looks, but she felt completely reinvigorated. She also felt something weighing down her head, buried deep within her nest of hair, however she ignored it.

Ashley was looking over her status, and saw the spells and skills and stats that she currently had.

This was an otaku's dream, to become a player in a new world, and Ashley wasn't about to let this chance go.

However...

She was not very good at talking to people.

If she had to make social contact with people due to her new situation...

She gagged just thinking about this.

The bags under her eyes drooped even further than usual as she played over and over in her head how things would play out if she were forced to make contact with another human being.

Her thoughts then moved towards escaping the cell.

"I'll figure out how to deal with people after I get out of here."

Looking towards the prison door, she took a look around the room.

As with all the other rooms, there were no items- no bed, and nothing to be found.

However...

Ashley grazed over her status and her eyes fixed on a particular area.

[Spell: [Fireball]-(Lvl 1) Costs 2 AP 3 MP, Shoot a ball of fire at the enemy. Chance to cause burning damage over time. Damage based on intelligence and skill level.]

Ashley grinned and shouted out in a rough voice

'[Fireball]!!!"

And...

nothing happened.

[You are not with the party leader right now. In order to perform an action, the action must first be ordered by the party leader]

[Please wait until Party leader Garett arrived at your location]

Oh no.

This was a worst possible scenario for Ashley

The one thing she dreaded more than anything was being forced on her.

Social interaction.

Her eyes started twitching, and she began to shiver nervously.

"Ev-everything is gonna be alright... the party leader will be a nice person... they will take pity on someone like me and help me out... right? RIGHT? He isn't gonna look down on me, right?? He isn't gonna judge me for being an otaku right? Right!?"

"Ye-yeah... This is an RPG world after all! Being an otaku merely means that I am more knowledgeable about this sort of situation! I could even be called a valuable asset!"

Ashley nodded quietly to herself while shaking, curled up in a ball in the jail cell.

"I wish I could just go home..."

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