I reincarnated as a Flying Spaghetti Monster, only to discover that my owner is a white-haired girl with emotional scars.
No System, no simulator. I'm good with a sword.
What's worse, our senses are linked. When she hurts, I hurt too. So, to avoid worrying that if she kicks the bucket one day, I'll kick the bucket too, I have no choice but to help her.
"What can you do?"
"Mind control, pushing the body to its limits, dimensional slashes, and making oil-splashed noodles."
"You call that a Flying Spaghetti Monster?"
That's what Galina, my comrade, friend, last descendant of the blood clan, princess of the World-Eater, and wife, had to say.
After all, with three lifetimes of transmigration experience, it never hurts to have more skills.
