Quick Transmigration: Aria's Tales

Aria's eyes fluttered open to the sound of birds chirping nearby.

She was lying face-down on a wooden bed in a room decorated with warm, earthy tones. It was simple, but comforting.

A black dress clung to her frame, and around her neck was a thin black collar. Her ankles bore exquisite anklets crafted from dark metal, their intricate designs glinting faintly in the morning light.

As Aria shifted to lay on her back, she felt an unfamiliar weight pressing against her shoulder blades. Turning her head, her breath hitched at the sight of black feathers fanning out across the bed.

She had wings—massive black wings that sprawled across nearly half the mattress.

Her eyes widened in disbelief. 'Wings? And black ones, at that?' The revelation stunned her momentarily, but she quickly pushed the thought aside as another concern consumed her.

Her gaze darted to her wrist—The red thread was gone. Panic surged through her as she scrambled out of the bed, frantically searching the room for any sign of it. Her chest tightened with dread at the thought of losing the only connection he had with Shen Yan.

"Calm down, Aria! I saw it submerge into your skin," Lily said hurriedly, her voice tinged with urgency. She was desperate to soothe Aria's growing distress, knowing too well what her unstable emotions could lead to—another world, destroyed in an instant.

Aria's fears eased slightly as she felt her empty wrist, finding that nothing seemed different. Still, she knew Lily was telling the truth. Their souls were etched together, so it was easy for both of them to know if either was lying. But Aria's brows furrowed as she wondered what had caused the red thread to become invisible.

Lily bounced on the bed where Aria had been lying, and amidst her jumps, she said, "I just got the full information. Are you ready~?"

Aria was pulled back from her deep thoughts. She nodded. The sooner she was done with the wishes, the sooner she could see her Yan ge.

Her new body belonged to a fallen angel named Sevianna Louscatt. Her life, Aria summarized, was a tragic love story.

When Sevianna was born, her mother suddenly went missing, and her father, obsessed with her mother, blamed Sevianna for the disappearance. Because of this, she grew up without ever knowing what it was like to have loving parents. Her father, the chieftain of their village, made it even harder for her to gain his attention.

Sevianna was like any other angel—proud, justice-seeking, and blindly obedient to authority—until one day, she ventured out on her own and was captured by demons stronger than her. Fortunately, a human boy named Brand saved her in time.

And like any tragic love story, Sevianna fell for her savior. Ever since that day, she would venture out of town to meet with Brand, gradually falling so deeply for him that she would do anything he asked.

He was, after all, her first love as well.

One day, when Brand's parents were killed by thieves, he begged Sevianna to help him get his revenge. Sevianna, as a justice-seeker, could not let such a crime go unpunished. So she helped him. And the result was what she had become.

She had fallen from grace.

Distraught and scared, she returned to her town only to find her father waiting at the entrance. She hadn't even had the chance to explain what had happened when he unhesitatingly declared that he was disowning her.

Sevianna's angelic views were soon shattered, and her beliefs began to crumble. Coupled with the fact that she had fallen, she could no longer feel the need to aid, heal, or love. She only felt rage.

But just as she was about to turn her back on everyone and simply cease to exist, Brand placed a slavery collar around her neck while ruthlessly commanding her not to kill herself.

Brand was actually a "hero" tasked with killing the demon king. The "thieves" who had killed his parents were, in fact, members of a different faction who sought to stop him from succeeding in his mission so that the one they supported could claim the honor instead.

Brand needed all the strong forces he could gather, and Sevianna, now a fallen angel, had retained her light powers while becoming immune to dark attributes.

In a sense, she was a cheat.

Because of this, Brand used her in every possible way.

Under Brand's dangerous orders, Sevianna died at the hands of one of the demon princes, the "bastard" child born of a devil and an angel.

But Sevianna held no grudge against that demon—instead, she felt only gratitude. It was in her death that Sevianna finally found her freedom.

Aria, now Sevianna, felt a headache coming on as she hatefully adjusted her slavery collar. Her mood only slightly improved when she realized that Sevianna's personality, after turning into a fallen angel, resembled about half of her true personality.

At the very least, she could release some of her indignation.

She took a moment to integrate with the soul feeling some of the original's traits merging with hers before continuing.

She had little interest in Sevianna's memories, so she didn't analyze them deeply. Right now, all she wanted was her Yan ge.

She then glanced at Sevianna's top three wishes:

Take back my freedom.

I want to be an angel again.

Make Brand fail his mission.

She could understand the other two wishes, but how was she supposed to turn back into an angel again? A vein bulged on her forehead, though she suppressed the urge to erupt. It took a great deal of effort not to destroy the room just to vent her anger.

It seemed Sevianna was the complete opposite of Mingyan. She was much more straightforward with her emotions and having fallen from grace, any moment of irritation seem to bring her into a boiling rage.

She take a note of it on her mind.

Afterwards, she decided to put the wishes aside. First, she needed to visit the library to see what this world had to offer about the red thread she possessed. If she could meet her Yan gege, she would do anything.

She caught the still-bouncing Lily midair and left the room. As she walked down the hallway barefoot, she noticed her wavy black, floor-length hair and her small stature, which seemed to scream "gothic lolita" in her aching mind. She also felt the annoyance of dragging the heavy weight attached to her back.

She muttered a quick spell in the ancient language of this world—"retract wings." Instantly, her wings vanished, making her look like any other human.

Brand's party was currently staying at an inn in Thelman Kingdom, a place famous among adventurers. According to Sevianna's memories, they were there to participate in the annual gladiator showdown.

The fact that the "hero" was forced to join suggested that Brand was encountering considerable resistance from various factions. After all, one's life could be forfeited during the showdown, and the event coordinator wouldn't take responsibility.

There would only be one winner at such an event. A legal way to murder.

When Sevianna came down to the lobby of the inn, the noise level abruptly died down. All eyes were fixated on the cutest loli they had ever seen. Sevianna looked just like a doll, but she didn't even notice, nor did she care at that moment.

She strode to the largest and only library in the kingdom under the burning stares of everyone and quickly began working with Lily to absorb the world's knowledge.

The library's structure resembled a tall tower. Inside, books were lined up on shelves attached to the walls. Standing on the bottom floor, Sevianna looked up and found that the books seemed to stretch beyond the sky. It looked endless.

Her mouth couldn't help but twitch. She turned to the male librarian, who was wearing a blue magician's robe and sitting behind the cubicle. "May I use magic to read?"

The librarian paused. "The books must strictly stay here," he said in a monotone voice.

Sevianna nodded and cast a simple flying spell, lifting herself halfway up the tower. Then, she glowed white. The energy spread to the walls, causing several books to float around her. Multiple books opened at her command, their pages quickly turning as the information streamed unhindered into her mind.

It was a spell for quick reading.

Her actions were so natural and effortless that they left the poor librarian stunned. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the glowing figure suspended more than 20 feet above him. Even after an hour had passed, she continued to maintain the spells with ease. He couldn't help but wish he possessed the same skill to read all the books he desired.

He had been a librarian for years, but he still hadn't read through all the books here!

By the time Sevianna reached the last book, the day of the gladiator showdown had arrived. She had spent more than three days in the library, glued to the books. Since she didn't need sustenance like humans, she had been able to immerse herself completely.

Sevianna held a worn-out old book to her chest as if it were a treasure. It had a simple font on the front cover, titled Earth. She hadn't uncovered the information she sought, but she had stumbled upon a book detailing the world she had once inhabited.

She reminisced about the days when Shen Yan would feed her favorite parfait and chuckle sweetly at the sight of her flustered state. His eyes would darken afterward, and he would capture her cold, moistened lips.

Then, of course, she would be thoroughly eaten, as Shen Yan no longer bothered to restrain himself after their marriage. If his desires were stirred while they were out, he would unhesitatingly book a hotel nearby.

Her curiosity burned brighter than ever—she yearned for the world where her Yan ge was.

Her eyes were filled with nostalgia, and she darted around in joy as she flew.

"Sevianna! Get down here!" A loud feminine voice echoed from the first floor.

Sevianna felt irritated at being disturbed from her fantasies and looked down. She didn't even try to hide her irate and gloomy expression.

There was a tall girl with green hair tied into a ponytail and blue, arrogant eyes. She wore a magician's robe, but in a lighter blue shade. The girl didn't seem to appreciate Sevianna's expression and glared. "I said, get down here!"

Sevianna's eyes narrowed dangerously, and a vicious look flashed across her face. She subtly exerted pressure on the annoying girl. She had actually forgotten to remind herself that Brand's party consisted entirely of girls. That's right, he had a harem. She intensified the pressure as her face twisted in disgust.

The girl was physically weak, and even her magic couldn't match Sevianna's strength. She was helpless under Sevianna's pressure.

"That's enough!!"

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in Sevianna's neck, causing her to cough up a bit of blood. The pressure she'd exerted on the girl ceased as she slowly descended to the first floor. A male, domineering voice had made her slavery collar react.

Sevianna's anger flared, and hate filled her eyes. She glared daggers at the red-haired, black-eyed man who was slowly walking toward her. She sneered. "She started it."

The man furrowed his brows in dissatisfaction. "Myla is weaker than you—"

"Then you take care of her mouth!" Sevianna immediately retorted. "You should know who I am, Brand. She's your woman. Your responsibility."

Brand seemed to have a different thought once he heard her, and his expression softened. "Don't be angry. I get it, you're stronger than them." He had stopped just a few steps from Sevianna and reached out to pat her head.

But Sevianna slapped his hand away. Her red eyes glowed for a moment, but she successfully restrained her murderous intent. "Don't touch me."

'Excuse me. That is exclusively for Yan ge.'