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“You will be reincarnated in another world to save it.”

The goddess said it in a flat, indifferent voice, as if she were explaining something perfectly ordinary.

“Was I… already dead?” Bred asked, still unable to understand the situation.

The only thing he remembered was crossing the road. Then there had been a blinding light, swallowing everything in front of him.

When he came to his senses, he was here.

“Poor soul,” the goddess said. “Your old life has already come to an end. This is the afterlife.”

In the middle of that empty space stood a being in the form of a woman, dressed in flowing silk robes. She had introduced herself as a goddess, and now she continued her explanation as if reading from a script.

“No… That can’t be real.” Bred shook his head.

“Do not worry. You will be given a chance to reincarnate into another world.”

“Another world?” He repeated. “What do you mean?”

“A world of magic and many races,” the goddess said. “However, because of the Demon Lord, that world is now in crisis. You will be sent there as its savior.”

“The Demon Lord!?” Bred’s voice cracked. “Do I have to fight him? How is an ordinary man like me supposed to fight a superior being like that?”

“Do not worry,” the goddess replied. “I will grant you cheat-like abilities sufficient to save the world.”

“Cheat abilities?” He blinked. “Like in an isekai manga?”

“You will meet many people, overcome the crisis of that world together, and there is no need to be afraid. The Demon Lord has already been defeated by the hero’s party.”

The man froze. “Huh? What do you mean by—”

“That concludes everything you need to know. May your journey be a smooth one.”

The goddess spoke the final words as if she had grown tired of explaining.

In the next instant, Bred’s body was wrapped in light.

It was strangely familiar.

The same white glare he had seen just before his death.

Then his body disappeared, fading together with the light, leaving only the goddess behind in the empty space.

She yawned widely, as if she had finally finished a boring task.

Cold air touched his skin.

When he opened his eyes again, the void was gone.

The sound of wind brushing through leaves reached his ears, along with the steady flow of water nearby.

Tall trees surrounded him on all sides, their leaves swaying slowly in a wind he could feel but not see. Light filtered through the canopy in soft fragments, scattering across the ground like broken glass.

Bred found himself standing in a forest he did not recognize, beside a shallow lake.

For a moment, he didn’t move.

“…Where am I?”

His voice came out higher than usual. Unfamiliar.

He touched his throat, as if checking whether something was wrong. Then he looked down at his body—

And froze.

“I have… breasts?!”

His panic surged as he stumbled toward the lake. The reflection in the water showed only a young elf girl staring back at him.

Long blonde hair cascaded over delicate shoulders. Long pointed ears marked her as non-human—an elf. Her pink eyes widened in shock. A face he did not recognize—beautiful in a way that felt unreal, like something designed rather than born. Her dress was sheer and revealing, barely covering anything, adorned with gold accessories.

She took a step back.

The reflection moved with her.

“No…”

His voice cracked.

He knelt slowly beside the water, as if approaching something dangerous.

It was not an illusion. The surface did not distort. There was no second figure behind him.

Only her.

She raised a trembling hand and touched her face.

Soft. Real.

She pulled her hand back immediately, breathing unevenly.

This was not a dream.

She had been reincarnated into another world. Not in her original body, but in the body of this elf girl.

A body not designed for fighting.

The Demon Lord was already dead… so what was her purpose here?

The goddess’s words echoed in her mind.

She forced herself to calm down and process the situation.

“Status window!”

It was a desperate attempt based on fragments of isekai knowledge she had.

It worked.

A translucent window appeared before her.

The details of her new body were displayed.

Name: Bredia

Age: 20

Race: Elf

Sex: Female

And then—below it—the full list of skills.

Universal Language Comprehension

Long Lifespan

Physical Endurance

Pain Reduction

Mental Stability

Accelerated Recovery

Disease Resistance

Poison Resistance

Hostile Magic Resistance

Mental Interference Resistance

She felt slightly relieved. The goddess had not lied about cheat-like abilities. At least she could adapt and survive in this world.

But the list continued.

And what came next made her face turn pale.

High Fertility

Accelerated Pregnancy

Safe Delivery

Cross-Race Compatibility

Offspring Viability

Female Birth Ratio Correction

Bloodline Stabilization

Another World Bloodline

These were not skills for combat.

They were not even skills for survival in the usual sense.

They were sufficient… for saving a world.

The world-saving mission of Bredia began here.

“…So this is how it ends.”

The Demon Lord coughed, blood dripping onto shattered stone.

His eyes met the human girl who had pierced a sword directly into his heart. A Hero.

Then his gaze slowly moved across the other figures standing before him.

The wolf-girl fighter. The elf cleric. The dwarf mage. The goblin ranger. A hero party—girls of mixed races.

“…I was defeated by this.”

He let out a short, bitter laugh. Slain by something he had always looked down on as weak. Humiliating.

“It’s over, Demon Lord!” the hero girl declared.

“Over…? That’s true…”

The Demon Lord’s breathing grew weaker.

“But I will not be the only one who is finished.”

The hero’s eyes narrowed. “What?”

“I will curse all of you… I will curse this world…”

The Demon Lord stopped.

For a moment, even his breath seemed to disappear into the silence.

“Let every woman beneath this sky be remade.”

The air tightened.

Not like magic being cast.

Like reality itself had just been spoken to.

“Let every cradle become empty.”

The silence deepened.

One of the party members shifted—then stopped.

Not because they understood.

But because they didn’t.

And something about not understanding made it worse.

“Let your future be taken away.”

The air tightened.

“You will inherit a world that cannot continue.”

As his final words faded—

His body disintegrated into light.

And the Demon Lord was gone.

But the curse that would end humanity had already begun.

In the divine realm, the goddess watched.

Before her floated a projected image—an endless replay of the battlefield. The final moment, looping again and again with faint echoes of voices and clashing steel, like a memory that refused to fade.

The goddess did not move.

Her expression did not change.

She had already watched it many times.

The Demon Lord had been slain. The world was saved. And then—the curse began.

All women in the world were transformed into men.

At first glance, it seemed like a strange and unsettling change. But the curse was too strong to undo.

And humanity lost its ability to continue its generation.

A slow collapse, inevitable and complete.

The goddess shifted her gaze.

Another projection appeared.

An elf girl, newly awakened, still panicking as she struggled to understand her own body and existence.

The goddess exhaled slowly.

“So the world is now safe.”

She closed her eyes.

As if the matter no longer required her attention.

“I can sleep for a while.”

The projection faded.

And the divine realm fell silent once again.