Transmigrated? My Cheat is a Random Dice?!

Desmond stood frozen, eyes wide, heart pounding in his chest as he watched the underbrush move.

His body broke into a cold sweat. This wasn't a game anymore.

That sinking feeling in his gut twisted tighter, sharp and cold.

Sierra—she was a gifted user of Polaris Gravity. He had seen her float effortlessly in the air. If anyone could hide somewhere beyond reach, it was her.

Somewhere not on the ground... Wait.

"Flying... no way," Desmond whispered, panic creeping into his voice. "She wouldn't… not into that place, right? Sierra, you're not that crazy, are you?"

His gaze snapped toward the edge of the field.

The Umbrawild Forest.

Dense, old, and filled with whispered warnings. Its outskirts were deemed relatively safe, but the deeper paths... not so much.

A nervous, almost hysterical chuckle escaped Desmond's lips. "Hah... come on, there's no way. Right?"

But deep inside, he knew.

He knew Sierra might've actually gone in there. Of all people, she had the recklessness to do it. The kind of boldness only childrenvor those with gravity-defying powers, could afford.

"Damn it, Sierra... why do you have to be such a pain?!"

Desmond sprinted toward the forest's edge. His legs were short. His stamina? Terrible. He was only six, after all.

Each step through the stubbled field felt like trudging through wet concrete. Panic gave him the energy to push forward.

By the time he reached the treeline, he was gasping, lungs burning. But he had no time to rest.

Towering trees loomed above him, their long shadows merging into one solid mass. The air was thick with the scent of damp soil and decay. Leaves rustled, birds chirped, but the forest felt wrong.

Too quiet.

"SIERRA! SIERRA! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

He called again and again, but no reply came. The only answer was the wind.

His chest tightened. Fear sank in deeper.

Was she attacked? Caught by a monster? Lost?

Desmond clenched his fists.

"Why do you always have to make things difficult?!"

He tried again.

"SIERRA! I GIVE UP! You win, okay?! Come out already! Your mom's probably made dinner by now!"

Still no response.

Desmond looked up at the nearest tree.

He needed a better view. He had to climb.

He steadied his stance, forcing himself to breathe through the pounding in his chest.

"Open Polaris Path! Gravity Minus!"

A silver flicker glowed faintly at his feet. Instantly, his body felt lighter. Not weightless, but manageable.

He bent his knees and jumped, landing on a low branch with a small wobble. Clumsy, but it worked.

From there, he leapt again, branch to branch, climbing higher until he could see over the tangled forest.

"SIERRA!"

His voice echoed through the trees.

Then, movement.

A shifting in the brush below. Not far. Something alive.

Desmond's breath hitched. His heart leapt in relief.

"Sierra! Is that you?!" he shouted, a shaky smile forming.

He expected her to pop out any second, grinning cheekily, claiming victory.

He could already imagine himself scolding her, then hugging her tightly, too relieved to stay angry.

But then...

But what stepped out of the bushes... wasn't a girl.

It was a boar.

A monstrous, feral boar.

Its size was unnatural. Far too big for any regular animal. Coarse black fur, caked in filth. Long, jagged tusks. Red eyes glowing with primal fury.

And those red, furious eyes locked onto him.

Desmond's blood turned to ice.

The relief he felt seconds ago evaporated, replaced with sheer terror.

"Oh no… Oh hell no."

His brain scrambled. What could he do?! Jump? No! He was too high. Attack? With what?! Polaris Inertia was too weak, and Gravity Minus wasn't built for offense.

"SOMEONE HELP!"

He didn't care how loud he sounded. Pride could die later. Right now, survival mattered.

Below, the beast pawed the ground. Its thick legs dug in, hooves churning the dirt. It was preparing to charge.

Toward his tree.

Desmond could already see it: the monster slamming into the trunk, the wood splintering, the whole thing falling.

And him, helpless, crashing down into those tusks.

"What the hell is this thing?! That's not a normal boar! That's a damn tank with legs!"

Panic surged through him.

"How the hell do I get out of this?!"

And then—

Instinct.

His fingers twitched.

Then his mind clicked—

He still had one card left to play.

The Dice.

His last resort. His mysterious, unpredictable cheat.

Desmond's lips moved before he could think.

"Come to me, Dice..."