Dice

Without further ado, let me introduce you to Dice. We follow the soul of a mortal as he is murdered, then thrown into a absolutely new world. We will follow him, or now her, as she journeys across a brand new fantasy world. We will meet friends as they break down her icy heart. We will eat food as our Mc slays delicious creatures and harvests aromatic herbs. We will crush lords and crown kings as our MC step onto the stage of politics. We will see her become the makings of a legend one slow step at time. All this, our MC will do. The plot demands it. Or rather, the author guarantees it because she is an ambitious person and wants to make a masterpiece. Ufufufu~ But first. Our MC has to grow up. Time doesn't magically skip forward you know! The story is still VERY EARLY, nothing has yet to begin. Don't expect any interconnected plot elements in the beginning, it's all slice of life and world building, although still important. Would a infant be trying to save the world instead of enjoying a normal fantasy childhood? Expect Mister plot to make his first appearance at Ch 50+. From the author: This is a """"realistic"""" reincarnation story, with emphasis on the letters R-E-A-L. MC will not be ridiculously overpowered at age 5 no matter what Greyrat may say. Nor will she be personally killing anyone at the beginning of the story. This story will attempt to stick to real world """"common sense"""" as much as possible, and real life tells me you cannot swing a sword much less lift it at 5.There will be a a bit of technical biology here and there to enhance your understanding of the world I am building. Warning: The mature tag is for the rough language that is used, although it will lessen as the MC grows. Dark content will be present but there will be warnings. The tragedy tag is because apart from the MC no character will have plot-armor to prevent """"true death"""". Of course, the author promises she will try not to cause too many manly tears in her readers. She isn't a sadist, unlike a certain man named George. """Alea Iacta Est"""" - Julius Caesar, 49 BC, Crossing the Rubicon.