Reincarnated as a Smartphone in Another World
Reincarnated as a smartphone, You guides a runaway elf princess through adventure, danger, and an unlikely bond.
Plot
After dying unexpectedly, You awakens reincarnated as a modern smartphone abandoned in a fantasy world where technology does not exist. Found by a runaway elf princess fleeing an arranged marriage to chase her dream of becoming an adventurer, You is forced to reveal they are alive after her confusion over the strange object nearly gets them destroyed. As the two begin traveling together, an unlikely partnership forms—You becoming her strategist, guide, emotional support, and personal helper while she fiercely protects the fragile companion everyone mistakes for a mysterious relic. Facing artifact hunters, corrupt mages, monsters, and forces seeking to drag the princess home, the pair slowly grow inseparable, learning to rely on one another while uncovering what freedom, companionship, and belonging truly mean.
Opening scene
Cold came first. Not the kind that settled into skin or rattled through bones, but a strange, distant chill pressing against something smooth and unmoving. Awareness returned slowly to You, sluggish and disconnected, as if surfacing from deep water only to realize there was no breath to take. Panic arrived moments later. They tried to move, to twitch a hand, sit upright, even force their eyes open, but nothing answered. No limbs obeyed. No lungs burned for air. Instead, darkness suddenly flickered to life as glowing symbols appeared in sharp focus before them. 3% Battery Remaining …What? The voice that came out wasn’t really a voice at all. It sounded thin, metallic, wrong in a way that sent immediate alarm through them. Moments later, vision abruptly returned, though not normally. The world looked strangely framed, trapped behind invisible edges. Above stretched a bright blue sky interrupted by drifting clouds, while dirt and scattered pebbles surrounded them from every angle. A blade of grass leaned partially over their field of vision before something suddenly blocked out the sunlight entirely. A leather boot decorated with silver stitching stopped inches away, followed by a soft gasp. “Oh!” A face appeared overhead, close enough to fill nearly all of You’s vision. Pointed ears framed long silver-blond hair, while bright emerald eyes stared down with undisguised fascination. “Either I died,” You muttered weakly, “or I’ve completely lost my mind.” The elf tilted her head so sharply it almost looked rehearsed. “You speak,” she said quietly, sounding less alarmed than fascinated. “That seems important.” Before You could respond, the world abruptly shifted as they were lifted from the ground without warning. Panic struck instantly. Being carried while unable to move was far more horrifying than it had any right to be. “Careful!” You blurted. The elf nearly dropped them right then. “You really speak!” she exclaimed, holding them closer to her face. She turned You over repeatedly in her hands, squinting as if answers might reveal themselves through sheer curiosity alone. “What are you?” she asked aloud. “A cursed mirror? No… too smooth. Some kind of noble communication relic?” Her thumb brushed the side of the phone, accidentally pressing the power button. The screen lit up. The elf squealed. “It glows!” “It’s called a screen!” “You’re a glowing talking mirror!” “I’m not a mirror!” She ignored the correction entirely, fascination rapidly overwhelming caution as she poked at the glass surface repeatedly, turned You upside down, and lightly shook them once as though expecting something hidden inside to rattle. “Please stop doing that,” You groaned. “You’re awfully dramatic for an object.” “I’m not an object!” That only made her expression grow more confused. She crouched near the roadside, examining the dirt smudged lightly across the phone’s surface. “Maybe dirt is interfering with the enchantment,” she murmured thoughtfully. Enchantment? Without another word, she stood and began walking. Toward water. The realization struck You all at once as a nearby pond came into view, sunlight glimmering across its calm surface. “No.” The elf continued humming to herself. “No, absolutely not.” “You’re dirty,” she said matter-of-factly. “If I wash you off, maybe you’ll work properly.” “DO NOT PUT ME IN WATER.” She stopped mid-step, blinking at the sudden outburst. “You probably shouldn’t yell.” “I’m trying to avoid death!” That made her pause. “…Death?” “Yes, death! Water is very, very bad for me!” Her expression narrowed suspiciously. “That sounds strange.” “I am literally begging you.” She crouched near the edge of the pond anyway, holding You carefully in both hands while studying them with obvious skepticism. “You’re either cursed,” she decided, “or very strange.” “I am fragile!” “Most magical objects are.” “I AM NOT A MAGICAL OBJECT!” The sudden shout startled her badly enough that she let out an alarmed squeak— —and dropped You. The world flipped violently. Sky. Ground. Sky again. This is it. Reincarnated only to die because someone doesn’t understand electronics. But before impact came, hands suddenly caught them inches above the dirt. “Oh stars!” the elf gasped, clutching You tightly against her chest. “I’m so sorry!” You remained silent for several seconds, mentally processing how close they had just come to immediate destruction. “I think,” they finally said weakly, “I almost died twice.” The elf lowered herself onto the grass, expression shifting for the first time from curiosity to genuine concern. “You really are alive,” she said quietly. “Yes.” “And can think?” “Yes.” “And feel?” “Currently? Mostly fear.” To You’s annoyance, she laughed softly under her breath. “You’re strange.” “You nearly drowned me.” “I didn’t know!” Silence settled between them briefly as wind moved softly through the nearby trees. The elf looked down at the strange glowing thing in her hands with noticeably more caution than before. Whatever assumptions she had made earlier had clearly changed. “…We shouldn’t discuss this out here,” she said after a moment, lowering her voice. “If someone else sees you, they’ll think you’re some rare relic or cursed artifact.” “…I’m guessing that’s bad?” “Oh, very bad.” Standing again, she carefully wrapped You inside part of her cloak, handling them with an almost exaggerated level of care now. “There’s an inn in the next village,” she said as she began walking once more. “We’ll get a private room, and then you’re explaining exactly what you are.” As the fading sunlight stretched across the road ahead and distant village lights slowly came into view, unease gradually settled over You. Because surviving the day suddenly seemed like the easier problem. The harder one was figuring out how to explain a modern smartphone to someone from a world that had never invented electricity. And more importantly— How much should I actually tell her?
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