You sat quietly on your favorite chair, lost in the latest fantasy novel. The immersive narrative had you daydreaming about building fantastical worlds and going on grand adventures. The words on the page seemed to shimmer, and a strange tingle began to spread through your body. You looked up from the book, alarmed, as the world around you began to warp and twist. The cozy confines of your room blurred and distorted, like wet paint running down a canvas.
“What’s happening?” you muttered, but the words felt weird on your tongue, and your voice sounded strangely muted. The tingling intensified, becoming a burning sensation. You saw your hands begin to change before your eyes. Your fingers shortened, became stubby, less detailed. Your entire body seemed to compress, your height rapidly reducing. You could hardly believe what you were seeing, but there was no stopping it now.
If you had been a woman, your breasts would flatten and your curvy figure transformed into a square, compact male form. Your voice deepened as an Adam’s apple formed in your throat. The changes to your genitals were unseen but no less felt, an odd inversion followed by a sharp pull as everything rearranged itself. The tingling made its way to your scalp as sandy-brown hair sprouted in short, spiky tufts. You could feel your features becoming youthful, your skin tightening, your eyes growing larger and rounder, their irises turning blue.
It wasn’t just your body, reality itself was warping around you. The calm interior of your living room dissolved, replaced by an expanse of wilderness dotted with crumbling ruins. You knew this place, Alefgard, the world from Dragon Quest Builders, yet you wished fiercely it was all a dream.
“No, no, no! I can’t forget who I am!” you screamed into the rapidly transforming void, but your voice was already faltering. Your thoughts became muddled. Memories that had shaped you started dissolving, slipping through your grasp like sand. You tried to hold onto them, but it was like attempting to catch smoke. Your mind swam, your vision blurring. You heard yourself say, “Remember! Remember!” but the voice sounded foreign, distant.
The dizziness made you clutch your head, but a fog was settling in, heavy and relentless. Your speech became inarticulate until finally, words failed and nothing but yelps and grunts replaced coherent language. The last vestiges of your previous self were swept away as your new identity solidified, an unnamed Builder destined to rebuild Alefgard.
When you next opened your eyes, you awoke in the dark, surrounded by stone. “Builder,” a gentle voice resonated in your head, “Can you hear me?”
A luminous, divine presence filled the air. Rubiss, the goddess, was speaking to you. "A great fate has befallen my world, and you, Builder, are the only one who can save it. You possess the power to create from raw materials, a gift long lost to the people of Alefgard."
You nodded, though a confused expression crossed your newly formed face. The feeling of not understanding, and yet surrendering to the compulsion that you knew nothing beyond this purpose, was disconcerting but familiar. Rubiss guided you through the process of simple crafting, shaping basic tools out of the materials around you.
“Can you fulfill this duty, Builder?” Rubiss asked, her voice filled with hope.
You glanced around your makeshift grave. “Just build things?” your thoughts echoed curtly back.
Rubiss sighed, somewhat flabbergasted. “Yes, build. Reconstruct the towns and create safe havens for the people. But understand this, you are not a Hero.”
You looked at your hands, feeling a flicker of defiance. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll build,” you thought. “Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.”
As you stepped out into the world of Alefgard, you couldn’t shake the feeling of something being lost forever. Yet, the urge to create, to build and shape the world around you, was overwhelming. Construction came naturally, and so did the faint echoes of memories, of friendships yet to form, and battles yet to fight. The task ahead was daunting, but you faced it with a carefree attitude, a builder ready to reshape a ruined world.
You were the Legendary Builder, after all, the last hope of a world that had forgotten how to create.
This story was generated by user LanHikari with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.
Prompt: Write the POV transformation story of a human reader turning into male Builder (who is also a human, albeit magically reanimated unlike the reader himself/herself) from the 2016 video game "Dragon Quest Builders", complete with gender change (if the reader is a female before the transformation; in case the reader is female, her breasts flatten to leave her flat-chested, while her feminine curves vanished to give way to a male body, as an Adam's apple forms in her throat to give her a masculine voice, and her female genitals (vagina, ovaries, and uterus) invert itself into male genitals (testicles and penis); however, the reader could be a male before the transformation, so gender change is optional and only if the reader is female), height regression (making him/her shorter due to his/her chibification, making his/her body small with stubby limbs, an oversized head, and minimal detail), age change, voice change (the voice change also causes the reader to lose the ability to speak and becoming silent (aside from yelps, grunts, battle cries, and so forth)), reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of "Dragon Quest Builders"), and mind/mental change (with all of the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with Builder's personality and memories, making him/her dizzy with a fuzzy mind (the dizziness and the mind's fuzziness clears up when his/her memories are fully replaced), despite his/her best efforts on fighting them off (he doesn't want to forget his previous self but then completely forgets all about his previous self against his will), making him unable to remember his previous self, so he remembers (or rather knows) that he has always been Builder (which is his true/real self), completely oblivious/unaware of his previous self (which wasn't real to begin with)). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. For male Builer's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is a young man (without any facial hair) who has light sandy-brown spiky hair (which is short and spiky), while his skin is fair in color, and his eyes' irises are blue in color. He is a very distant descendant of Erdrick and the last person left in Alefgard who has the power to create new things (as such he is titled as the Legendary Builder and he is tasked with rebuilding the ruined world around him). He wears a blue tunic with a red scarf, black undershirt, white pants and brown leather gloves and brown leather boots as well as a brown belt adorned with a sleeping roll and water skin (representing Wayfarer's clothes). He also wears a blue Phrygian cap with large brown goggles (with yellow rims) on top. He is shown equipped with a Hammerhood's giant mallet. On his hands, Geo wears red fingerless gloves with yellow squares on their backs, which widen into red-and-gold discs around his wrists. Here is male Builder's personality; The Builder is curt and informal when addressing their fellow citizens, and even when communing with Rubiss herself. One such instance of this is upon first meeting Myrlund, the Builder opts to address him as "Gramps". The Builder have a noticeably carefree attitude, often telling others not to worry about their concerns and also is initially disinterested in the larger plight of Alefgard, professing that they would rather build for building sake than doing it so for the good of mankind and their fight aganist the monsters. Over the course of his task however, the Builder's attitude changes, forming deep bonds of friendship with the people he met and assisted. In the end, when asked to leave them under the looming threat of the Dragonlord despite having at disposition all the tools necessary to confront him, the Builder couldn't bring themself to do so, and choosed to challenge the tyrant, even if it meant losing Rubiss protection and critically shortening their own lifespan. Even after proving their identity as the Legendary Builder and earning their respect, the Builder hopelessly appears inattentive and dim-witted to the citizens of Alefgard, who often remark on their vacant stare or overestimation of their own skills. This character follows the Dragon Quest series tradition of being silent, though character's voice actor is employed for yelps, grunts, battle cries, and so forth when taking damage or fighting monsters. Furthermore, a sassy personality is strongly implied for both as the protagonist will talk back to several characters over the course of the adventure, even the Goddess Herself. No dialogue is displayed when this happens, and the implication is carried through by the reactions of the other conversation participants. Here are the male Builder's abilities; The Builder is the only person alive who is able to combine, rearrange and construct objects from materials and the only one who can reduce said objects back to their components by destroying them. This being said, the Builder is not totally immune to the hex--he will be stripped of all knowledge gained during a chapter when beginning a new one, and must relearn every recipe again. Due to the focus of "Dragon Quest Builders" (the game which the Builder is part of) being more sandbox-orientated than previous Dragon Quest game titles, the Builder has far fewer stats than the typical protagonist. Only HP, attack, and defence are shown in-game, with the former improving through leveling up the quality of a given chapter's town and through Seeds of life, with the latter two being completely dependent on weapons and armour. Here is the male Builder's origins/history; The Builder's history prior to the events of the game are never fully explained, only that he died sometime ago by an unknown cause and was brought back to life by Rubiss for the express task of rebuilding Alefguard. The reasons for Rubiss's choice to revive him in particular is due to the fact that the Builder, like the the fallen Hero, is also a descendant of Erdrick--something she does not reveal to him until he has completed his task. However, unlike his ancestor, he was not blessed with strength but with the power of creation, an art lost in this series' timeline. The story is that the reader is minding his/her own business, but is then interrupted by a weird tingly feeling as his/her world suddenly starts warping into the world of Dragon Quest Builders, and his/her body starts to change against his will. After the physical transformation ends, his (the reader is now totally a male if he was a female before) mind starts clouding up (making him dizzy) and he starts forgetting all about his previous self (also against his will), making him hold his head in fear and tells/screams himself to remember, but then he loses his ability to speak (other than yelps, grunts, battle cries, and so forth) and he is losing all memories and personality of his previous self as he suffers from amnesia, making it completely impossible to remember his previous self or life and leaving him as an unnamed Builder. The Builder awakens in Alefgard at the words of Rubiss asking if the Builder can hear Her voice. She explains the fate that has befallen Her world, and that the Builder is the only person alive with the ability to forge items from raw materials, as all others have fallen prey to the curse of the Dragonlord that has clouded creative clarity the world over. The Builder begins the tutorial of the game entombed in an unmarked grave, where in Rubiss explains the process of crafting tools and what will be required of the Builder to save the remaining lives left in Alefguard (while being interrupted frequently). The Goddess ends the tutorial by stating that he is not a Hero, and thus the Builder's responsibility lies strictly with rebuilding the towns of Alefguard and giving safe haven to the people. The Goddess is then flabbergasted to hear Her chosen one "doesn't get it" and "just wants to build things" (but the Builder may in fact rebuild the towns of Alefguard and giving safe haven to the people, which depends on the Builder himself). There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. Also, it is a POV reader story, so it should not be in an author's point of view (my, I, mine, etc), and it should be from the point of view of the reader (you, your, etc).
Response: You sat quietly on your favorite chair, lost in the latest fantasy novel. The immersive narrative had you daydreaming about building fantastical worlds and going on grand adventures. The words on the page seemed to shimmer, and a strange tingle began to spread through your body. You looked up from the book, alarmed, as the world around you began to warp and twist. The cozy confines of your room blurred and distorted, like wet paint running down a canvas. “What’s happening?” you muttered, but the words felt weird on your tongue, and your voice sounded strangely muted. The tingling intensified, becoming a burning sensation. You saw your hands begin to change before your eyes. Your fingers shortened, became stubby, less detailed. Your entire body seemed to compress, your height rapidly reducing. You could hardly believe what you were seeing, but there was no stopping it now. If you had been a woman, your breasts would flatten and your curvy figure transformed into a square, compact male form. Your voice deepened as an Adam’s apple formed in your throat. The changes to your genitals were unseen but no less felt, an odd inversion followed by a sharp pull as everything rearranged itself. The tingling made its way to your scalp as sandy-brown hair sprouted in short, spiky tufts. You could feel your features becoming youthful, your skin tightening, your eyes growing larger and rounder, their irises turning blue. It wasn’t just your body, reality itself was warping around you. The calm interior of your living room dissolved, replaced by an expanse of wilderness dotted with crumbling ruins. You knew this place, Alefgard, the world from Dragon Quest Builders, yet you wished fiercely it was all a dream. “No, no, no! I can’t forget who I am!” you screamed into the rapidly transforming void, but your voice was already faltering. Your thoughts became muddled. Memories that had shaped you started dissolving, slipping through your grasp like sand. You tried to hold onto them, but it was like attempting to catch smoke. Your mind swam, your vision blurring. You heard yourself say, “Remember! Remember!” but the voice sounded foreign, distant. The dizziness made you clutch your head, but a fog was settling in, heavy and relentless. Your speech became inarticulate until finally, words failed and nothing but yelps and grunts replaced coherent language. The last vestiges of your previous self were swept away as your new identity solidified, an unnamed Builder destined to rebuild Alefgard. When you next opened your eyes, you awoke in the dark, surrounded by stone. “Builder,” a gentle voice resonated in your head, “Can you hear me?” A luminous, divine presence filled the air. Rubiss, the goddess, was speaking to you. "A great fate has befallen my world, and you, Builder, are the only one who can save it. You possess the power to create from raw materials, a gift long lost to the people of Alefgard." You nodded, though a confused expression crossed your newly formed face. The feeling of not understanding, and yet surrendering to the compulsion that you knew nothing beyond this purpose, was disconcerting but familiar. Rubiss guided you through the process of simple crafting, shaping basic tools out of the materials around you. “Can you fulfill this duty, Builder?” Rubiss asked, her voice filled with hope. You glanced around your makeshift grave. “Just build things?” your thoughts echoed curtly back. Rubiss sighed, somewhat flabbergasted. “Yes, build. Reconstruct the towns and create safe havens for the people. But understand this, you are not a Hero.” You looked at your hands, feeling a flicker of defiance. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll build,” you thought. “Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.” As you stepped out into the world of Alefgard, you couldn’t shake the feeling of something being lost forever. Yet, the urge to create, to build and shape the world around you, was overwhelming. Construction came naturally, and so did the faint echoes of memories, of friendships yet to form, and battles yet to fight. The task ahead was daunting, but you faced it with a carefree attitude, a builder ready to reshape a ruined world. You were the Legendary Builder, after all, the last hope of a world that had forgotten how to create.
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