Want to be human, but cube-like

I want to be human, but I'm a blocky meowing slave.

Alex thought her life would continue like a puppet forever.

Every day, you are manipulated into seemingly different worlds, exploring, mining, building houses, traveling between the main world and the underworld, and finally defeating the all-too-familiar dragon in the end.

until that day.

"Let's just do something casual and relaxing today, like open a burger shop or something. What kind of mod is this? Real?"

"Aine? Come down to eat!"

"Okay~ Well, let's finish loading this first... Eh? It's hot! Why is the computer smoking? Wow!"

A mournful cry was heard in my ears, and the world fell into darkness.

When Alex woke up again, she was already in a hamburger restaurant.

The feeling of restraint on my body disappeared.

I am free?

When she reached the door, she subconsciously knocked over the table next to her and lifted up the long table that was taller than her.

"Jingle Bell!"

There was a sound of wind chimes.

"Excuse me...are you still hiring here?"

A tired-looking blue-haired girl with twin ponytails pushed the door open, only to find a shadow covering her front.

She looked up, her eyes landing on the long table she held high.

"Sorry for disturbing you!"

Tentatively, the world view of MYGO+Magic Circle is mixed, and the protagonist is semi-original, and the MC is Alex

Volume 1: Chapter 1 No Longer a Cube

Alex opened her eyes.

Before me was a pristine white concrete ceiling.

It feels somewhat unfamiliar.

But that's usually how it is; I wake up in a different place almost every day, and every day I see an unfamiliar ceiling.

She turned her head and saw a round ceiling light.

This is a bit more unfamiliar than the ceiling.

In terms of shape.

Slowly, I sat up from the soft bed, raising my hands with some discomfort.

It is not a solid, reliable square, but rather ten separate, curved strips, slender and with a texture like white jade, with delicate and lovely fingertips like tender bamboo shoots.

Turn your hand over, and you can even see faint blue lines on your fair skin, which are the direction of blood vessels and pulse. Even your neatly trimmed and rounded nails are clearly visible, pink and shiny.

The skin details in this module are incredibly rich.

The thought popped into her head, and she subconsciously started moving her ten fingers.

My hands are much more dexterous now than before.

Seeing her knuckles wriggling rapidly like worms, Alex immediately stopped.

However, it's just a little too flexible.

It's a bit disgusting...

She lifted the thin blanket and got out of bed.

She opened the wardrobe door, and her reflection was immediately seen in the full-length mirror behind it.

Her waist-length, silvery-white hair remained perfectly smooth and silky even after a night of tossing and turning. On her delicate and pretty face, a pair of light red eyes gazed gently at her reflection in the mirror.

This was the appearance she was most unfamiliar with.

"It's too round, it looks so strange..."

Alex in the mirror also pouted slightly and muttered something under her breath.

Its head is round, as are its eyes and mouth. Its hair flutters in the wind, and its hands and feet have no sharp edges, only smooth curves.

"It seems completely unreliable."

After taking off her nightgown, Alex glanced at her bare, fair body in the mirror and commented.

Even with a height of 1.73 meters, a well-proportioned body, and subtle muscle lines in her limbs, and even a sexy V-line visible on her abdomen, this tall young woman still seems dissatisfied with her physique.

She casually picked out a loose white T-shirt, a pair of indigo hot pants, and a pair of black tights. After putting them on, she tossed her snow-white hair in front of the mirror.

This is what she used to look like.

This appearance somewhat dispelled the sense of unfamiliarity that had arisen in my mind due to the overly smooth lines of her body.

Is this still the same person who used to control Alex, or rather, her master? Her mother? ...The skin that was given to her has been used for many years.

She quite liked calling her controller "Mom"; the word gave her a sense of security.

Alex only remembered that she seemed to have orange hair at first, but she had long forgotten the rest of the details.

Her controller was a woman with a strong sense of ritual in life, who also liked to talk to herself about details of life while controlling her.

For example, no matter where she takes Alex on an adventure, if she has to sleep in the wild, she has to build her a small, square matchbox-like room with a door and windows before she can sleep.

Yes, Alex also heard the term "matchbox" from her controller.

For example, sometimes I would enthusiastically draw a new skin for her before entering a new world, only to find myself dissatisfied after examining it for a long time, and then destroy the skin along with the world.

They said you have to bring new clothes to enter a new save file, something Alex has never really understood.

Thanks to this, she not only learned a lot of common sense about life, but also understood that beneath that armor, there was actually another set of clothes she couldn't touch, used for modesty and aesthetic purposes.

But now, for some reason, I can touch it.

After making sure she was dressed properly and hadn't missed anything, Alex walked to the window and drew back the curtains.

The sunlight outside the window, no longer blocked by the curtains, streamed through the glass and into the room.

The light illuminated the dim room, allowing the vast world outside to be fully revealed to Alex.

No matter how many times she saw it, she felt that this new world...

"Aren't the lighting effects a bit too exaggerated?"

With her pale red eyes wide open in amazement, Alex gazed at the lush green trees lining the roadside under the azure sky, the passing vehicles and pedestrians, the towering skyscrapers in the distance, and the colorful reflections on their glass windows.

"It's so realistic, it's hard to tell the difference between a game and reality."

Subconsciously, she mimicked the tone of the person in control and said something.

Can Mom's graphics card really hold up?

Alex recalled the configuration issues her controller often mentioned when switching between light and shadow, and her thoughts wandered.

Then, there was a moment of silence.

Pushing open the window, fresh air blew in, dispelling the stuffy atmosphere inside.

Alex turned and walked out of the master bedroom. Next to it was a private bathroom and two other guest bedrooms. The bedroom only had a bed, a bedside table and a wardrobe. The rest of the room was still empty. Going down, the second floor was probably a workshop and storage room, which was also currently empty.

I pushed open the door to the first-floor stairwell and walked out.

This is an exquisitely decorated and spacious restaurant.

Or rather, a burger joint.

In Ikebukuro, a bustling area of ​​Tokyo, amidst towering skyscrapers, a three-story burger joint with a distinctive interior design suddenly appeared and took its place.

Alex looked around.

It was no different from the scene she had seen when she first arrived yesterday.

Yes, Alex only appeared in this world yesterday.

When she opened her eyes, what she saw was this scene before her: a hamburger shop with all the necessary documents, from the land to the house, all registered under her name.

Did her mother, while taking her on her usual adventures to explore the new world, encounter an accident and leave her?

Did her mother abandon her here, but leave her a house as her residence?

Alex had no idea.

All she knew was that she was free.

She broke free from the control of the voice that had been constantly in her ear since she became conscious.

For the first time in her life, she acted out of her own will.

He looked up blankly and shouted:

"Mother?"

But no response.

Is this what they call the feeling of freedom?

At that moment, Alex suddenly realized a fact.

No one will control her as she explores the world, no one will stay up all night with her to collect materials and spend countless hours building a beautiful house.

She no longer needed to endure the faint, eerie echoes reverberating in the deep pit, unaware of the passing days.

Nightfall carried a pickaxe, chipping away at round stones and minerals, all to complete the goal her mother had set for her.

No longer will there be a need to venture into the Nether, endure the scorching heat, explore fortresses in a lava world where sweat evaporates, and battle dangerous wither skeletons and blazes.

And that Ender Dragon, which I've seen and killed countless times, and which I can count on one hand the number of scales on its body, I'll probably never see again.

However, she also lost everything she knew.

Alex felt utterly empty inside.

It was an indescribable feeling, as if your heart had been ripped out.

But she knew perfectly well that the feeling of having her heart ripped out was not like that.

It was once an adventure into a new world. In her terrified state, she was manipulated by her curious mother, who used a tool called a chest opener to rip out her heart.

It feels completely different from how I feel now, totally different.

Back then, her mother would smile and comfort her, saying that everything was alright and she wouldn't die, while frantically stuffing the new, strange heart back in.

It will still hurt, but it will definitely not hurt as much as it does now.

Because of this unfamiliar sense of freedom, this emptiness of no longer being controlled by anyone, this unease of no longer having anyone to accompany me.

It's more, more painful than losing your heart.

Is this the pain of being abandoned?

Is my health decreasing right now?

She sat in a swivel chair, leaning over the kitchen counter, glancing sideways at her hands hanging limply on the counter.

Her curves were soft, and her smooth skin had no sharp edges.

It's because I've become like this; I'm no longer square and upright, and I don't look reliable at all.

Is that why they were abandoned?

Just like the skin and the world that mothers discard?

Am I no longer needed?

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PS: New author, new book, please click, favorite, and recommend! (crying emoji)

Volume 1: Chapter 2 Blue-haired Big Head