Alice Reincarnates

Human emotions are truly complex—like a puzzle with all the wrong pieces forced together.

My name is Alice Izuna. An ordinary eighteen-year-old college student. No, scratch that—there’s nothing normal about me. I was born blind, and when I turned twelve, my body simply stopped aging.

I’m half-Japanese, and my three sizes are... well, that’s a secret. Just like the one I’ve kept my whole life.

Despite my blindness, I can see. Strange, right? Even I don’t fully understand how it works, but by using the golden particles of light floating around me, I perceive the world with perfect clarity—perhaps even better than those with sight. Right now, those shimmering flecks drift through my small room, illuminating a single bed and little else.

Because of this sight, I’ve witnessed things most would never suspect. My caretakers, for instance, stealing my jewelry, rifling through my belongings, treating me like a lifeless doll. Did they really think being blind—well, technically blind—meant I couldn’t think for myself?

At first, I didn’t care. If anything, I found their feeble attempts amusing. Watching them sneak around, believing they were clever, became a source of entertainment. Over time, I extended that curiosity to others, observing how people lived in their own unique ways.

But lately, even that has become so~ boring.

I let out a deep sigh, reclining in my wheelchair. It wasn’t that my legs didn’t work—it was simply more convenient this way. Walking around too confidently would shatter the fragile illusion I had carefully built.

Turning toward the window, I gazed at the breathtaking view. Below, a cobblestone pathway wound through a lush garden, where neatly trimmed grass sculptures stood proudly. This building was tall—very tall. A single misstep from this height would be fatal. Splat. Like a bug hitting a windshield.

…Wait. Death.

(What would it feel like? What lay beyond it? Would it finally be... interesting?)

My heart pounded with excitement. Death was the one thing that twisted people's faces into raw terror. Would I make that same face?

A slow smile stretched across my lips.

"Should I try dying once?"

Before I could act, the door swung open.

Martha. The thief. She stole something nearly every time she came to check on me—thirty-four items in total, mostly jewelry. As usual, her beady eyes darted around before settling on me, followed by an exasperated sigh.

“Miss Alice! Why are you not properly dressed?! Your father is waiting downstairs. Please, for the love of everything, change into anything other than a nightgown!”

I beamed at her. “Okay~”

She turned to leave but hesitated, glancing over her shoulder.

“And please, be quick! You know how your father hates waiting.”

With that, she stormed off, shutting the door behind her.

Father was waiting… Oh? Isn’t this the perfect opportunity?

But first, in honor of dear Martha, I should at least wear something more fitting.

I stood from my wheelchair, reaching for the silk-white dress draped over my bed. It loosely fit my small frame, its cool fabric brushing against my skin.

Then, I stepped toward the window. The breeze was cold, carrying the scent of morning dew. A thick fog still clung to the landscape, the sun barely peeking over the horizon.

Climbing onto the ledge, I spread my arms wide, a wide smile on my face.

(I wonder what face Father will make. Probably none—he hates me, after all. What a pity I won’t get to see it.)

A chuckle escaped my lips, growing into full-blown laughter.

(This is fun! I wonder what I'll see beyond death.)

And with that final thought, I took a step forward—plummeting at an incredible speed.

The last thing I saw was the blindly bright moon even though it was morning before darkness swallowed me whole.

Then, a voice echoed through the abyss.

[Reincarnation in process...]

[Calculating mana pool...]

[WARNING!!! Current race insufficient due to high mana levels!]

[Changing race...]

[Successful.]

[Granting skills and knowledge based on individual’s soul...]

[Successful.]

[Reincarnation complete.]

———

(Where am I? Why is it so dark? Is this what happens when a person dies?)

I tested my body, surprised to find that I could move—hands, feet, head... and something else? I felt different, though I couldn’t quite place how.

Time passed. How long, I couldn’t say. Then, out of nowhere, an overwhelming flood of knowledge crashed into my mind. It was agonizing, but when it was over, I understood.

This world had magic. Skills. Abilities beyond human imagination.

My heart pounded with exhilaration. What were the people like here? Did they look human? Were there other races? I needed to know.

Then, finally, it happened.

The darkness cracked. Blinding light seeped through, forcing me to shut my eyes. Even then, I could see it.

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

Until finally, the void shattered.

I stepped forward, blinking as my vision adjusted. I was in a cave, its corridor stretching endlessly before me. The walls, however, weren’t the usual dull gray—they were dark red. And for some reason...

(My eyes… I can see normally? So this is how humans see?)

Although I had perceived colors before, this was different. Sharper. Vivid.

My excitement built—until I noticed something odd.

My tail was wagging.

Wait. Tail?

I turned, catching sight of a beautiful snow-white tail extending just above my waist. Silky smooth, save for a few ridges along the center. Small wings—also white—rested on my back, their span reaching the length of my arms.

(That voice did mention a race change... So what am I?)

As if answering my thoughts, a translucent screen flickered into existence.

— ✦ —

{ STATUS }

Name: Alice

Age: 5

Race: Dragonborn

Title: None

Race Exclusive Skills:

Regeneration, Fire Breath, Pain Resistance, Draconic Roar

Skills:

Thread Manipulation, Holy Pulse, Façade

Lost Skills:

Master of Observation

— ✦ —

(So I'm a Dragonborn... and these are my skills… and activating them is as simple as thinking or speaking their names.)

Thanks to the information I got I leaned everything about skills but the lost skills intrigued me the most. Apparently, they were so powerful that even gods feared them. Fifteen existed, five of which remained sealed. Recognizing them was easy—they all had the title of master.

(So that means fifteen individuals in this world possess a Lost Skill.)

Well enough thinking. Time to test my very own Lost Skill.

"[>Master of Observation<]"

The moment I activated it, my vision exploded with clarity. I could see everything. Every detail of the cave, every ripple in the air. I even saw myself—and I was… breathtaking.

My once-black hair had turned a pale blond, nearly white. My brown eyes were now a luminous ember color, outlined by a golden ring—likely due to my skill. And, just like before, my body still resembled that of a twelve-year-old.

(Wow… so this is what it feels like to use a skill. This is exciting!)

Deactivating the skill, I planned my next move.

“Clothes… I need something to wear.”

A thought struck me. Could I use [Thread Manipulation]

Testing the skill, a thin white thread extended from my fingertip, moving with my will.

(I see… Then I shall weave myself a dress—one identical to the one I died in. A fitting name… the Death Dress.)

After a few attempts, I crafted the perfect replica, adjusting it to fit my wings and tail.

Slipping into the dress, I took a deep breath, eyes sparkling with anticipation.

(Time to explore this world. I hope it’s as fun as it seems~)

With that, I stepped forward—my adventure truly beginning.