Transmigrated? My Cheat is a Random Dice?!

Desmond stood there, completely frozen, watching in stunned silence as Sierra floated effortlessly through the air. A flicker of despair pierced his chest, but he crushed it before it could take root.

No. This couldn't be it. He wasn't going to give up. If Sierra could do it, then so could he.

Taking a deep breath, Desmond gathered his courage.

"Sierra!" he called, his voice a little louder than usual.

Apparently, that was enough to jolt her awake.

Sierra's pale blue eyes fluttered open slowly. She looked dazed for a moment, as if she had just woken from a pleasant dream. But the moment her eyes opened, her concentration snapped.

Thud!

Her floating form suddenly lost its lift. She fell to the ground with a small yelp, landing hard on her backside.

"Ow..."

Desmond immediately winced with guilt. "Sorry!" he said quickly.

He hadn't meant to break her focus like that, especially not enough to make her fall.

But instead of getting upset or complaining, Sierra looked up. And the moment she saw Desmond standing there, her pout vanished in an instant.

A huge smile bloomed across her face, bright and full of joy.

"Desmond!" she chirped happily, as if the pain from falling had vanished completely.

She scrambled to her feet and without warning, sprinted straight toward him. Before Desmond could even react, her small hand reached out and grabbed his wrist.

"Let's go play, Desmond!" she said with uncontainable energy. "Let's go to the fields! There are lots of butterflies out today!"

Desmond stumbled slightly from the sudden tug. "Wait, where are we going?!"

"To the fields!" Sierra replied cheerfully, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

She didn't slow down for a second, pulling him eagerly through the shaded garden beside her house.

Desmond could only smile in resignation, allowing himself to be pulled along by the girl's infectious enthusiasm. "Alright, alright."

After three years of friendship, Sierra had changed a lot.

She used to be incredibly shy—hiding behind her mother whenever Desmond visited, blushing at even the slightest eye contact. But now? She was fearless, outspoken, and entirely too comfortable dragging him wherever she wanted.

Is this what it's like to have a childhood friend, like in those sappy romance novels? Desmond wondered to himself. The thought felt strangely silly.

He shook his head. Absolutely not. He refused to entertain thoughts like that. There was no way he could ever like a kid. Besides, Sierra wasn't his type. Silver hair, blue eyes... she was too much like a heroine character.

And more importantly, he didn't have time for childhood romance. His only priority was returning to his original world.

When they arrived at the field, it was bathed in the warm glow of the late afternoon sun. Tall plants swayed gently in the breeze, some of them nearly ready for harvest, creating the perfect environment for hiding.

"Let's play hide-and-seek!" Sierra exclaimed, eyes sparkling. "I'll hide first! You count to a hundred, okay?"

Desmond blinked.

He had actually come here to ask Sierra about her control over the Fourth Polaris—Local Gravity. He wanted to understand how she could float so easily while he could barely make a book fall slowly.

This was the perfect chance to learn from her. But when he saw Sierra's pleading, excited gaze, he couldn't bring himself to say no. He had a soft spot for the sincerity of a child's enthusiasm.

Maybe if I play along now... she'll be more willing to teach me later, he thought.

He sighed in surrender. "Alright. But don't hide too far, okay?"

Sierra laughed, a wide grin stretching across her face.

"I'll hide so well you'll never find me!" she declared boldly.

A strange sense of unease washed over Desmond at her words. It wasn't just a bad feeling—it was something deeper, sharper, like a subconscious alarm going off.

Her tone was far too confident, like she had a secret hiding place that was truly out of reach.

"Just... stay close, okay? Don't go too far," Desmond said cautiously, trying to temper her enthusiasm.

"Nope! I'm going to make it hard for you on purpose. You always win whenever we play!" she said with a mischievous giggle.

Then she pointed toward an old stone wall at the far end of the field, partially obscured by overgrown shrubs.

"You go over there and close your eyes against the wall! No peeking!"

Desmond gave a small nod and trudged to the wall. He shut his eyes tight, leaning back against the cool stone.

"One... two... three... four..."

He counted aloud, quickly but clearly. His mind raced as he tried to guess where she might go. Maybe behind the trees? Or inside the tool shed?

"...ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred. Ready or not, here I come!"

Desmond opened his eyes and stepped away from the wall.

First, he checked around Sierra's house.

Nothing.

Then the edge of the field, peeking between tall stalks of corn and behind the flower bushes.

Nothing again.

He kept searching, methodically checking every possible hiding spot.

Five minutes passed.

Then ten.

A cold sweat began to creep down Desmond's back. "What the hell is going on?" he muttered, anxiety slowly rising.

There was no way a six-year-old could've vanished that fast.

Most kids, if hiding too long, would eventually giggle or peek out. But Sierra...

She was nowhere.

Desmond finally shouted, this time with real concern in his voice.

"SIERRA! I GIVE UP! YOU WIN! COME OUT NOW!"

No answer.

Only the wind whispered through the field, soft and eerie.

Silence.

An eerie, unsettling silence.