Transmigrated as the Cuck.... WTF!!!

I let her cry for a while. Minutes passed in silence, broken only by the occasional sniffle or hiccup as she buried her face deeper into her palms.

Then, once her sobs began to quiet, I finally spoke again—my voice low and steady.

"See, weren’t you the one who lectured me?" I asked, my eyes locked on her slumped figure. "Telling me that this world is real. That I shouldn’t treat people like they don’t have feelings, that actions have consequences, and all that crap."

Her hands stopped shaking. She didn’t respond, but I knew she was listening.

I continued, "So why is it that you, of all people, think this world filled with monsters, magic, and unpredictable shit is supposed to be peaceful? You think I can just stroll through it unharmed?" I scoffed. "I was bound to get hurt, Mia. Hell, I don’t even know when I’m going to die."

Her eyes went wide at my words. Her lips puckered like she wanted to say something, but I cut her off before she could.

"And that," I said, gesturing sharply at her, "is exactly why I need to grow stronger. Not just for your sake—but for my own survival. Every fight, every scar, every drop of blood—it’s all part of getting stronger. If I don’t push forward, I die. It’s as simple as that."

She finally spoke, her voice small and fragile, like paper about to tear. "But... two people are better than one."

I nodded, but not kindly. "Yeah. Two competent people are better than one. Back on Earth, you couldn’t even squish a fly. And here? Some of those ’flies’ are the size of horses—and twice as aggressive."

She flinched at that. Her head dipped, eyes cast down in shame. She didn’t have a retort, because she knew I was right.

But I wasn’t done.