Transmigrated? My Cheat is a Random Dice?!

In the quiet village of Bramblehaven, inside a simple wooden house surrounded by lush green fields, a three-year-old boy was lounging in his room.

His black hair was a little messy, and his sharp eyes gazed out the window, watching the farmers working busily in the distant fields.

Every now and then, he'd glance up at the blue sky as if searching for something hidden among the drifting clouds. This boy was Desmond, the transmigrator trapped inside the small, fragile body of a child.

Even after three years had passed, the frustration from his unwanted transmigration still lingered in his heart like a thorn he couldn't pull out.

But he tried not to dwell on it too much. He chose instead to focus on his one and only goal:

To find a way back to his original world.

For that, he knew he needed to understand this new world, its powers, its secrets. Most importantly, he had to establish communication with the System that had appeared years ago.

Ever since the incident with the die and the crushing gravity that nearly flattened him as a baby, Desmond had been desperately trying to summon the System again.

Every single day, every single night, he would whisper, shout, even curse inside his mind, hoping and begging, for the System to appear.

But there was never a response. The System had vanished like mist at dawn, leaving him alone with his confusion and a ever-growing frustration that sometimes felt like it would consume him.

He had started to wonder if the System had only been a feverish hallucination during his babyhood, a delusion born from shock and pain.

But today… something felt different. A strange, unshakable feeling tickled at the back of his mind. A hint of desperation still burning inside him, he decided to try once more.

System? Are you there? I know you can hear me, damn it! Show yourself right now, you worthless piece of junk! he screamed inside his mind, his tone sharp with pent-up fury.

And just like magic, a soft silver light began to shimmer at the center of his room.

The light thickened, swirling into a floating ball of energy that hovered in the air. Its form shifted rapidly. Turning into a tiny puffy cloud, a sparkling little star, and even a smiling face that looked oddly expressive and playful.

A familiar, cheerful voice echoed inside Desmond's mind.

"Ooohhh, Master Desmond is growing up so fast! And you finally called for the System again! It's been so long!" The System twirled excitedly in the air, radiating infectious energy.

Seeing the System appear after three relentless years, a storm of emotions crashed over Desmond.

Relief washed over him first, the System was real. But that relief was instantly swallowed by a tidal wave of rage that had been festering for years.

Long?! You dare call it long?! Where the hell have you been, you worthless System?! I've been calling you every single day for three years! THREE YEARS! Do you think I have nothing better to do than waste my time yelling for a useless System like you?! Desmond unleashed a flood of angry words in his mind, each syllable dripping with seething frustration.

I was about to lose my mind because you never showed up! What's the point of having a System if it can't even answer when I need it?!

The System, which had been beaming with cheerful confidence, now transformed into a tiny raincloud, its aura turning gloomy and apologetic.

"Uhm… I'm very sorry, Master Desmond… System truly didn't mean to disappear for so long…" it replied, voice small and timid.

The swirling light quivered and shrank, as if trying to hide from Desmond's fury.

"System's energy was completely depleted, Master Desmond. When the System manifests into these cute forms you can see, like a mini cloud or twinkling star—it uses your own power as fuel. The stronger Master Desmond becomes, the longer System can stay manifested. Over the past three years… well, Master, you were still very tiny and didn't have much strength. So System had to wait to gather enough energy to appear again."

Desmond absorbed the explanation, though his irritation still simmered beneath the surface. His brows furrowed tightly.

So… this System's weakness is tied to my own strength? How ridiculously inconvenient. But at least it made a kind of twisted sense.

Fine, Desmond thought with a reluctant sigh, his mental voice softening just a bit.

I get it now.

But answer me this. Why the hell did the die you gave me nearly kill me instead of giving me some overpowered ability like in all those novels I've read? You said it was a gift, a symbol of good fortune!

The System, now back in its smiling-face form, looked surprised by the pointed question.

"The die? Oh, you mean that die! Ah, Master Desmond… do you remember what number you rolled when the die landed?"

Of course I remember! Desmond snapped instantly, his tone still sharp with the memory of that traumatic moment. I rolled a two! His mind flashed back to the crushing gravity that had nearly squashed him flat.

And that nearly killed me! What kind of sick joke was that?!

The System let out a small, awkward giggle, its soft laugh echoing oddly in Desmond's mind. "Hehehe… Master Desmond was simply a bit unlucky that time."

Desmond's jaw dropped. Unlucky?! I almost died! And you call that a bit unlucky?! He was ready to throttle the floating orb if only he had hands big enough.

"Pffft. Ehem, apologies, Master Desmond." The System tried to stifle its giggles, clearly struggling to look serious.

"System was going to explain the mechanism, but Master Desmond… well, you kind of passed out immediately after the roll." The System morphed into a miniature cloud again, as if trying to appear thoughtful.

"But since you rolled a two and survived the bad luck that came with it. System will offer a little compensation. You may now ask any single question you wish, and System will answer it with absolute honesty!"

Desmond's eyes lit up. Any question? This was the chance he'd been waiting for. His mind raced, searching for the question that mattered most.

"Then answer me this," he shot back without hesitation.

"How can I return home? Back to my original world? There has to be a way, right?"

The System fell silent for a long, heavy moment. Then, an unexpectedly bright, almost mischievous laugh burst out, echoing through Desmond's thoughts with a hint of cruel amusement.

"Hahahaha! Oh, Master, you're so funny! Asking that question again! But System has already told you before, Master, there is no way back to your original world! The transmigration process is strictly one-way. There's no magic 'undo' button or hidden teleport spell here!"

Desmond's face twisted in raw frustration, his tiny fists clenching at his sides. He wanted to scream, to punch, to smash this infuriating System into pieces.

Damn you, System! I swear—I'll destroy you someday!

You lying piece of junk! There has to be a way! There just has to be! he roared inside his mind. But as much as he wanted to believe his own anger, the System's voice, despite being insufferably cheerful, rang with a cold, bitter truth.

He let out a long, shaky breath, forcing himself to calm down. If the System insisted there was no way home, maybe… just maybe… it was the reality he had to accept. Or perhaps it was still hiding something from him.

For now, he needed to swallow this bitter truth and shift his focus to what he could control.

Desmond's thoughts spun wildly. If the question of returning was truly a dead end, what should he ask next? There were still so many mysteries he needed answers to.

The power systems of Aerthos.

The hidden identity of his new parents.

Or the secrets of that cursed die itself.

Which one was the key to his survival?