(Chapter 1) While running a TRPG campaign as the DM with my friends, we suddenly got transported into the game world—becoming the very characters we had carefully designed, in a world whose entire setting was created by me!!!

Chapter 1

It was a night thick with the mockery of fate, the air heavy with the artificial tang of cheap snacks and the sickly-sweet mist of bursting soda bubbles.

The Reed family basement stood as a sanctuary severed from the world. A dim pendant lamp swayed above, stretching and shrinking the shadows of five youths against the walls. Outside, the storm battered the narrow ventilation window like countless tiny hands desperate to peek inside.

"Reed, if you don't start soon, my Coke is going flat." Liam lay sprawled in a beanbag chair, lazily tossing a twenty-sided die. Julian pushed up his glasses, conducting a final, secretive check of his spell list. The two girls, Ava and Natalie, whispered together, their eyes shimmering with excitement for the unknown adventure ahead.

"What’s the rush? The best is yet to come." Reed smirked, a wicked glint in his eye. He turned and shouted up the stairs, "Mom! We're starting the session! No fruit plates, please—we need 'total immersion'!"

With the muffled thud of the door closing upstairs, Reed locked the basement. The noise of the world was shut out, leaving only their rules behind.

"Listen, the rules this time are simple." Reed sat back in his high-backed Dungeon Master’s chair, hands clasped over his mouth, revealing only calculating eyes. "Hidden Role Mode. Until the very last moment, no one knows if their teammate is friend or foe. And for the sake of fairness—I have also rolled a character sheet to join the party as a powerful NPC to push the plot."

No one knew what kind of insane character card Reed hid behind his tattered DM screen. It wasn't for balance; it was pure malice—a Goblin.

But this was no ordinary goblin. This was a Level 20 Archmage Goblin with maxed-out Intelligence, legendary feats, and full spell slots. Reed was already fantasizing about the look on his friends' faces when this green-skinned runt cast the ninth-tier spell "Meteor Swarm."

"The current scenario is—The Final Battle." Reed’s voice dropped low, weaving an oppressive atmosphere. "You stand at the edge of the Abyss. Upon the Obsidian Throne sits the Empress who toys with the planes, Ahsat, or as you prefer to call her—the Legendary Bitch Witch."

The sound of rolling dice clattered across the wooden table as the plot intensified. As the final moment arrived, Reed described, "Ahsat rises from her throne. Her gaze pierces the mist, locking onto you."

Just then, a sharp, enchanting, yet blood-curdling laugh rang out.

It didn't come from Reed’s throat, nor the cheap Bluetooth speaker. It came from all directions, from every corner of the basement, resonating directly inside their skulls.

"Heh heh heh... what interesting souls. What arrogant ants."

The voice was infused with magic; the mere sound caused the soda bottles on the table to burst and the snack bags to disintegrate into powder.

"Reed... is this a sound effect?" Natalie’s voice trembled.

Before Reed could answer, the world before his eyes began to twist. The dragon crests on his DM screen seemed to breathe life, and the floor tiles crumbled into an endless void. Darkness swallowed everything like a tidal wave, drowning out their screams.

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When consciousness returned, his senses were awakened by coarse grit and blinding sunlight.

Reed snapped his eyes open. The familiar musty smell of the basement was gone, replaced by the fragrance of soil and an indescribable energy flowing through the air—the rhythm of the Magic Weave.

He tried to stand, but the perspective was wrong. He was too low; the world seemed enormous.

He looked down to check himself. Instead of his black heavy metal T-shirt, he saw rough, green skin and a slightly bulging potbelly.

"Damn it..."

Reed instinctively tried to speak, but his voice came out as a shrill, raspy croak. He reached out in shock—a green hand with only three fingers and sharp, yellowed claws met his gaze.

A Goblin.

The Level 20 max-level Wizard Goblin he had created just to troll his friends.

He looked around frantically but saw no sign of Liam or Ava. He was standing in the middle of a wide, packed trade road. In the distance, a signpost written in the Common Tongue pointed toward a magnificent city—in his setting notes, it was called "Tidegate."

However, what suffocated Reed wasn't becoming a goblin, nor the disappearance of his friends. It was the moment a breeze blew past, and he felt a chill between his legs.

He slowly looked down.

As a goblin, he stood just over a meter tall, yet this body evidently possessed a wildly disproportionate "talent." On this green frame, completely devoid of clothing, his manhood hung like a siege ram, swaying absurdly with his movements in this world of swords and magic. Its size, relative to his diminutive body, was like the prank of an Ancient God—majestic yet grotesque, brimming with a primitive, violent aesthetic.

Reed Cole, a high school student in reality, now stood stark naked, bearing a weapon utterly unsuited to his height, looking dumbfounded on the busiest trade route in Faerûn.

Not far away, a merchant caravan laden with goods was slowly approaching. The lead guard reined in his horse, jaw dropping as he stared at the naked green creature pulsing with terrifying magical waves, plunging into deep existential doubt.

Reed took a deep breath, feeling the vast ocean of mana of a Level 20 Mage surging within him. His mouth twitched into a hideous grin.

"Ahsat... you crazy hag. Is this your revenge? Fine. Let's play."