Reborn as a beautiful girl, I want to be the best in the world

"Okay, cheers!"

The elf next to him tried to lift the cup from the table, but it didn't move at all, and it was obvious that he was drinking fake wine.

The werewolf girl shook the cup in her hand, clinked it lightly with Florica's, and then took a sip.

Her face flushed visibly.

The moment the wine went down their throats, some of them had a burst of light pouring into their minds. In the chaos, some kind of consciousness had quietly merged their consciousness and replaced their original existence.

"So they are the ones who will have a major impact on history in the future, but I really can't tell..."

The "girl" named Florica suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly and looked at the people around her.

According to the mission in her mind at the moment, she must first continue to act according to the original owner of this body before she has the opportunity to contact the existence that changes history.

Time is running out, they have to get their hands on that thing moments before tomorrow's game starts.

Thinking of this, Florica instantly returned to normal.

"Florica, what drink did you order?" The werewolf girl pinched her eyebrows and supported her hands on the table.

"Huh? I didn't order any drinks. All I ordered were wine, right?"

Florica took a sip of her cup and stuck out her tongue, "Wooooow..."

"I'm so sorry, sir. The store was too busy and the wrong item was served..." A maid bowed and apologized to the werewolf girl.

"These cups are free for the customers. The orange juice will be served later!"

"Are you ok?"

Florica asked the werewolf girl worriedly.

"Yeah, I'm fine." The werewolf girl nodded, then fell headfirst onto the table and fell asleep.

"Ouch, why is this thing so heavy..."

Florica lifted the werewolf girl's arm and dragged him out of the store, "Wake up, hey, wake up!"

Florica slapped the werewolf girl's cheek. She seemed to be drunk, but her mind was actually unusually clear.

"It's a pity that he can sleep when the store is so noisy." The fairy lifted the clothes of the werewolf girl by the back of her neck, looking like he was helping. "Ah, forget it." The fairy gave up trying, sat on the werewolf girl's shoulder, and wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead.

"Excuse me... do you need any help?" A familiar voice sounded.

Florica raised her head and pushed her sweaty hair away from her eyes. A girl with chestnut shoulder-length hair looked at her curiously.

It was the receptionist from the guild nearby.

"Ah, thank you for your help." Florica did not recognize the person in front of her, "Please help lift his other arm..."

Florica watched in shock as the receptionist easily picked up the werewolf girl, then turned her head to look at her in confusion.

"Mr. Werewolf Girl is so light." The receptionist said to herself, "Do you really eat well?"

"The nearest hotel is this way." The receptionist took a few steps and found that Florica was not following her.

"Ah, yes." Florica quickened her pace and followed.

"That's all for now." The receptionist stretched her body, looked back at the werewolf girl who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and then sat down at the table with Florica.

"Miss Florica, right? I still remember you."

Maybe it was because she wasn't wearing work clothes that Florica didn't recognize her until now.

"I'm really sorry for sending you on such a dangerous mission. Fortunately, you returned safely."

"But the mission still failed."

Florica smiled frankly, "It was also thanks to her that I was able to survive."

The receptionist covered her mouth and chuckled, "Although werewolves may say things that are unpleasant to the ear, they generally don't have any malicious intent."

Florica put her head on the table, thinking of the training in the past few days, and said with a bitter face: "That's what I said, but I still hope she can be gentle to me occasionally..."

The receptionist's eyes lit up instantly.

"Miss Florica, Miss Florica! Are you dating her?" She looked gossipy. "How far have you gone? Holding hands? Kissing? Or?"

"Huh?" Florica looked as if she had just eaten a whole live spider. "How is that possible? I'd rather marry a cave ogre than date this guy! Absolutely not!"

The receptionist had a mysterious smile on her face. "It's getting late, so I won't bother you anymore. I wish you two a pleasant evening."

She opened the door and walked away.

Early on Saturday morning.

Knock, knock, knock on the door.

"To purchase potions, please come back from 2pm to 5pm Monday through Friday!"

Pulling the quilt over his head, a "person" lying on the bed started shouting.

All of this is proceeding according to the set script. If he makes a decision that clearly goes against this kind of thing, the whole world will exclude him in an instant.

Experimental Question No. 12 had a blank expression on his face, but his voice still had to carry emotion.

Be quick, be quick!

The knocking sound was silent for a moment, and then it started again, getting more and more intense, and even showing a tendency to break the poor wooden door of Subject No. 12.

After cursing a few dirty words, Subject No. 12 jumped up from the bed, grabbed some clothes and trousers and put them on at random - after all, he couldn't go out in front of people wearing only his underpants. He rushed to the door angrily, ignoring his messy hair and pulled the door open.

"Who is it! You can't read! You can't read what's written on the sign outside!" Subject No. 12 was woken up from his sleep, and yelled angrily towards the outside.

"Um, I'm sorry, I don't know how to read your human language..." A weak female voice sounded, full of apology and a little crying.

Subject No. 12 looked up. The weather was very good today. A few lazy white clouds were floating in the blue sky. The warm and gentle sunshine filled the entire hillside. Only Subject No. 12's cabin was shrouded in shadow.

The opportunity came, and Subject No. 12 finally realized it.

She is the key to finding the props to rewrite history!

The werewolf girl slept very soundly, unaware that she had been severely humiliated in her relationship last night, so when she got up from the bed in a somewhat embarrassed manner in the morning, she looked at Florica with a confused look on her face who was laughing at her.

"Good morning, is there something on my face?" The werewolf girl touched her cheek in confusion.

"No, no." Florica held back her laughter and waved her hands, then continued to laugh out loud.

"That's a problem." The werewolf girl shrugged without comment and got up from the bed.

"You finally gave up..." A weak voice sounded from the back of the werewolf girl.

"You guy! I was looking for you everywhere last night, where did you go?" Florica stopped laughing and watched the fairy fly away staggeringly like a fly with only a few days left to live in autumn.

"No, I don't know either. I just know that my head hurts." The fairy fell on the table with a haggard face, "Give me some water..."

"By the way, where is this? I clearly remember we had dinner in a tavern last night." The werewolf girl stretched her body, and there was a crackling sound between her joints.

"What else can I say?" Florica rolled her eyes at him. "I don't know which idiot got drunk after taking a sip of wine and has been sleeping till now."

"I have to admit that alcohol is one of the few weaknesses of my body." After a moment of silence, the werewolf girl said.

"Forget it." Florica shook her hair, "What are we going to do today?"

"We'll take a break today." The werewolf girl raised an eyebrow, "Do you want to continue?"

"No, no, no, it's better to rest." Florica refused with all her might.

"I didn't expect you to be able to stick with it. I thought you would cry and give up after just one morning." The werewolf girl sat down at the table and poured herself a glass of water. "I didn't expect you to not only stick with it, but also learn so quickly."

"Of course, I am a knight!" Florica's nose almost reached the sky.

"Okay, I hope that Sir Knight can defeat the orcs next time." The werewolf girl clasped her hands together.

"Don't expose my shortcomings!"

"I'm going to the big library. Do you want to come with me?" The werewolf girl took a few steps towards the door and then looked back at Florica.

"No, I have to go repair my armor." Florica's beautiful armor was in a terrible state after days of training and the final destruction by the acid slime.

"Then let's meet at the Adventurer's Guild around 6pm." The werewolf girl nodded, "Fairy, you follow her. I don't trust her on her own."

"You just want to get us two away to do something weird, right?" The fairy grinned, "I know, I know everything."

"Ah, yes, there must be some recipes in the Great Library on how to make goblin food delicious," he said with a soft chuckle as the werewolf girl's dark eyes flicked over the goblin.

The fairy shuddered and flew to hide behind Florica.

The werewolf girl is not a very studious person. Instead of reading and studying, she prefers to smash the enemy's skull with the spine of a book.

He was here simply because there was a fight to be had.

There was a very spacious open space in the basement of the library. At this moment, the werewolf girl was standing on one side of the space, doing warm-up exercises easily.

"You may begin, ma'am." He gestured towards something.

The roar of the wild beast was heard, and a three-headed vicious dog about four or five meters tall appeared from the darkness opposite the werewolf girl. It looked like Cerberus guarding hell in mythology, dripping with poisonous saliva and covered with scales.

"I've chosen the right enemy for you." A lazy female voice sounded, "Enjoy it."

The evil dog from hell is obviously not afraid of fire, and its bulging muscles also show its strength.

He is indeed a good opponent.

The werewolf girl gave a crazy smile, and fine red scales crawled up his neck.

"What on earth did you do to get your armor into this state?"

The blacksmith shop that Florica visited was hidden in the corner of the shopping street. The person guarding the shop was a girl with short black hair and wheat-colored skin. She wore a black tight vest on the upper body and loose overalls on the lower body. Each pocket was stuffed with tools, and there was a hammer hanging on her belt.

"It's just training, training." Florica waved her hands complacently.

"If it was a week ago, I would never have believed that you would go to training." The black-haired girl picked up the armor and moved to the grinding wheel. "It's a big change. Did anything good happen?"

"Of course, she met me!" The fairy flew out from behind Florica and circled proudly in the air.

"There are bugs!" The black-haired girl was stunned for a moment, then picked up everything she could find and threw them at the fairy.

"Hey! You guy! Hey! It's very dangerous! Open your eyes and look! Can insects talk?" The goblin narrowly dodged two wrenches and a sword handle, and was then hit by a rag and fell to the ground.

"Calm down, Rita." Florica hurriedly hugged the black-haired girl who was about to throw the chair over. "That's a fairy, a fairy, not a bug. Her name is Gloria, Gloria! Hurry up and say hello to Rita, you scared her."

"Hello!" The goblin broke free of the rag and flew back into the air. "I always feel like I'm getting beaten up after coming out of the dungeon. What's going on?"

"Maybe it's just bad luck." Florica thought for a while, then said seriously.

"Huh, huh, huh, I was so scared, I thought there was a bug..." Rita put down the chair and patted her chest, "You'd better stand further away, I'm afraid you won't be able to resist throwing things at me later."

The fairy quietly hid behind Florica and cautiously poked his head out to peek.

"Okay, I'm going to start working, don't disturb me." Rita moved her arms and began to operate the grinding wheel to polish the armor.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

The sound of fists hitting flesh echoed continuously in the empty basement, occasionally mixed with one or two painful whimpers.

"Time is almost up, let's finish it quickly." The lazy female voice sounded again.

With an extremely heavy muffled sound, the three-headed dog dissipated into a golden light. The werewolf girl exhaled, and the scales on her body gradually faded away.

"It's strange that you didn't choose to fight quickly." The lady's voice was slightly surprised. "Are you thinking about tactics?"

"Well, I've been teaching others how to fight lately. I'm a crybaby with a weak body and a stupid brain." The werewolf girl rubbed her wrist, "But I work very hard."

"A-choo." Florica on the other side sneezed.

"Interesting." The lady commented briefly, "Come back next time. The stored magic power has been exhausted."

"Thank you, ma'am."

The werewolf girl thanked him solemnly, then turned and disappeared from the library.

And underneath the whole town

"Everyone, the time has come. It's time for the Dragon Jade to appear again." The golden dragon raised its head.

"Dragon's Gem? Wasn't it broken into pieces?" Subject No. 12 whispered to the girl.

"To put it bluntly, the Dragon Gem is just condensed magic power, but because it is contaminated with too strong a dragon factor, it can basically not be used for other purposes." The girl whispered in his ear, "Basically only pure-blooded dragons can use it."

Roars resounded through the sky, one after another, and all the dragons present stood up. The girl looked at the dragons hesitantly, as if wondering whether she should take action as well.

"Ifrit's only son, why don't you come with us?" The golden dragon looked at the girl.

"Go if you want to." Subject No. 12 gently pinched her fingers.

Vera nodded to me and transformed into dragon form.