My name is Baek Haneura, also known as Outer_3007.
I am nineteen years old, a head maid's daughter, born under a silver moon in a world I used to only see through a loading screen. Well, not born here technically. I was more like uploaded here. I'm a transmigrator. If this were a manhwa, the title would probably be something like:
"The Time I Was Reincarnated as an NPC Maid in a Gacha Game."
I can already see my face on the cover with sad eyes, feather duster in one hand and knife in the other.
Anyway, the body I woke up in belonged to Rielinne, daughter of the Head Maid and the Head Butler of the Argemenes Estate. They're not noble but definitely high up in the servant hierarchy. This estate isn't just some luxurious mansion, either. It's basically a military fortress in disguise. The House of Argemenes is one of the Twelve Houses of Masquerade of Dreams Shattered and, from a player's perspective, one of the most mysterious.
In the game, they were known for their brutal efficiency and perfection. Every servant here was a machine disguised as a human. But living here? Yeah, not so fun.
I remember when I first opened my eyes in this body, lying on a soft canopy bed surrounded by the smell of lilac incense. There was a mirror on the wall and the reflection wasn't mine. The face staring back had ash-blonde hair tied in a low bun, thin brows, and sharp eyes that looked like they were judging the entire world. She looked elegant even when frowning. That's when I realized.
I was Rielinne. Or, Baek Haneura wearing Rielinne like a designer skin.
It's funny how being a fan of the game doesn't really prepare you for living in it.
I played MoDS for years. I knew every storyline, every side quest, every route. I'd even written guides on obscure lore like the Argemenes family, their strange experiments and their weird connection to Xana. But now that I'm here, I get why players always called them "broken."
Humans in this world aren't supposed to use Flux. It's an exclusive system born from lineage, power, and compatibility. Regular humans can't even touch Xana without burning alive. But the House of Argemenes? They said "no, we'll make it work."
And somehow, they did.
The House of Argemenes figured out how to force human bodies to generate Xana, and then trained them to manipulate it through four techniques; Evocatio, Roborare, Occultare and Augere.
And me? Lucky little maid that I am, I got to learn all four. Every servant who can use Xana is both a housekeeper and a living weapon.
When I first activated Evocatio during training, I almost tore my own arm off because I didn't know how to stop the flow. The pain was like fire and ice stitching my bones together, but when I finally controlled it, I felt alive for the first time since waking up here.
The estate itself feels like something out of a fever dream. Huge white marble halls, garden mazes, a ballroom that glows faintly under the moonlight because it's laced with Xana and other stuff to complicated to explain. The maids wear gray uniforms with blue-lined aprons, and the butlers wear long coats that make them look more like assassins than servants.
Every day starts at dawn.
We wake, clean, train, clean again, serve, then train until nightfall. The other maids are machines. Their hands move like clockwork. There are no complaints or chatter. I still hum when I mop. I still laugh when someone spills tea. I guess that makes me… weird, by Argemenes standards.
The head maid—my "mother"—doesn't show affection. She's strict, terrifying even, but she doesn't treat me unfairly. The head butler—my "father"—is the same. He is always stoic and silent. But I can tell when they're proud, like when I managed to balance the silver tray perfectly during dinner service for little September and the Lord of Argemenes. That's how I know I'm improving.
Even though I'm adapting to my life as a maid, it's not like I don't miss home, though.
Sometimes I lie on my bed in the servant quarters and stare at the ceiling. I remember my mom calling me down for dinner, my little brother shouting about his video games, the smell of kimchi stew bubbling in the kitchen. It hits hard just how far I am.
I tried to end it once.
When I first realized this world was real and not a dream I could wake up from, I stood on the edge of the east tower balcony and thought, If I jump, will I respawn? Or should I use the system option to commit suicide and die?
I didn't jump.
Something inside me—the body, maybe Rielinne herself—refused to move. I don't know if it was fear, instinct, or the body's leftover will, but I couldn't do it. And now, I'm glad I didn't because I'm starting to like it here.
Training helps too. It keeps me grounded. There's a kind of peace in hearing the clang of practice weapons echo across the courtyard. Every maid has a dagger hidden in her apron and every butler has a gun under his sleeve. We're servants, yes, but we're also soldiers.
And thanks to Xana, I can actually fight.
In my old world, I couldn't even run a kilometer without gasping. Here, I can move faster than a trained soldier, dodge bullets and break stone with a single kick if I channel enough Xana into my legs. It's exhilarating. I feel strong, powerful and alive.
Still… sometimes, I wonder what the future holds.
I know the main story is unfolding far away at Reversa University, where the heroine and the male leads are just beginning their arcs. I know I'm just a background NPC here, someone who's supposed to exist quietly in the margins of the plot.
But maybe not forever. Maybe there's more to being a maid in this world.
Because I've seen the Black Bleeding Rose, the one flower talked about in the lore of MoDS. It's real. It grows deep in the sealed greenhouse, where no one is allowed to go except the bloodline members of the Argemenes. The petals glisten like obsidian glass and its stem hums with darkness.
And if the story's following the same route I remember, someone's going to need that flower soon. Maybe then, maybe I will finally step into the story for real.