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The Builder of Alefgard: A Journey of Transformation

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As you sit at your desk, working in the glow of your desk lamp, you feel a sudden, inexplicable tingle run through your body. The feeling is disconcerting and strange, but you dismiss it as fatigue. However, the sensation intensifies, sending an odd warmth coursing through your veins.

Before you can react, the world around you begins to warp and melt away. Your familiar surroundings no longer seem concrete. Your books, your desk, your very home seem to pixelate and twist, the hues blending into vibrant, unfamiliar landscapes. Fear grips you as you shout, “What is happening?”

Suddenly, you feel something shift inside you, a creeping sensation that travels from your core to your extremities. If you're a female, your breasts flatten and your feminine curves dissolve, transforming into a flat and firm chest. Your feminine features melt, leaving behind a more squared and structured male form. You don’t even have time to process this change before your throat tightens, and a rasping, masculine voice barely manages to release a panicked cry, “No, no, stop!”

Your height shrinks, limbs becoming stubby and comically small, and your head swells disproportionately. Your hands clutch at your neck in confusion as you feel a new, thickened Adam’s apple in your throat. Your once familiar clothes morph into a blue tunic, undershirt, white pants, and brown leather accessories. You catch sight of your reflection in the warping mirror, recognizing none of the features staring back—light sandy-brown spiky hair, fair skin, blue eyes—the Builder.

The dizzying sense of loss is punctuated by agonizingly clear thoughts evaporating from your mind. Confusion and fear mount as your personal memories blur into a cloud of nothingness. “No! This can't be happening!” you scream only to find that your voice vanishes mid-shout. All you can muster now are wordless yelps, grunts, and cries. Your former life, every cherished memory, every trait that made you unique, everything you've ever known fades away against your will, leaving only a painful blankness.

As you sink into the void of yourself, the foreign memories and personality of the Builder flood in. The new thoughts and feelings are initially overwhelming and bring a wave of nausea. You grapple for control but the newly formed mental imprint is relentless. Friendships that were never yours cement themselves in your mind. Situations and battles you’ve never faced embed themselves deep into your psyche. You are no longer who you were. You are the Builder.

Finally, clarity and stillness surround you. The dizziness subsides. You wake up to find yourself in an unmarked grave.

A voice resounds in your ears, echoing with a melodic reverberation, “Builder, can you hear My voice?”

Rubiss continues, explaining the devastated state of Her world. A cataclysm wrought by the Dragonlord has left the land in ruins. You, the Builder, are the only one capable of creating anew. Your task is no small feat—to forge items, to rebuild Alefgard, and be a beacon of hope where despair has taken root.

Although the weight of Her words is grave, your usual carefree attitude shines through, unaffected by the magnitude of the task. “Don’t sweat it, Rubiss. I’ll build up this place in no time,” you think, promptly displaying your sassy and informal nature. Rubiss’s voice continues to guide you, “First, take these materials and make a torch. Do you remember how?”

You feel the knowledge unfolding in your mind like a dormant seed sprouting to life. “Got it,” you muse silently. Soon, the torch is crafted, its light flickering as though heralding a new beginning. You follow by hammering out the shells of makeshift shelters with a gigantic mallet.

In one moment, amidst your task, Rubiss’s words interrupt your concentration. “Builder, remember, you are not a Hero. Your duty is to rebuild and protect the towns...”

The insistence feels distant to you. “Yeah, yeah, Rubiss, I just want to build stuff. Don’t worry, I’ve got this,” drifting back to the sensation of creating. The Goddess’s exasperation is all but inaudible, “Truly, he doesn’t get it.”

Each day you build, the towns and their inhabitants flourish and fondness forms for each person you aid. Their worries become yours, and a quiet dedication to their cause begins to smolder within you. You may seem inattentive and dim-witted at times to them, but your resolve is unwavering. Even when asked to leave under the threat of the Dragonlord, you couldn't bring yourself to abandon them. You’re determined to face him, even with the knowledge of the likely fatal outcome.

In essence, from the moment you felt that first twinge of transformation, you were destined to be the Builder. Your previous life, now an incomprehensible phantom, has no hold over you. You meet each new challenge, each creation with a vacant stare that belies the intricacy of your thoughts, the genuine affection you harbor for those you now call friends. The journey to rebuild the ruined world of Alefgard is now your purpose, and it's the only world you’ve ever known.

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.

AI Prompts

Prompt: Write a POV transformation story of the 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), instant clothes change (the reader's clothes instantly transform into male Builder's outfit), 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 (with a gold circular buckle at the front) around his waist, which is 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: As you sit at your desk, working in the glow of your desk lamp, you feel a sudden, inexplicable tingle run through your body. The feeling is disconcerting and strange, but you dismiss it as fatigue. However, the sensation intensifies, sending an odd warmth coursing through your veins. Before you can react, the world around you begins to warp and melt away. Your familiar surroundings no longer seem concrete. Your books, your desk, your very home seem to pixelate and twist, the hues blending into vibrant, unfamiliar landscapes. Fear grips you as you shout, “What is happening?” Suddenly, you feel something shift inside you, a creeping sensation that travels from your core to your extremities. If you're a female, your breasts flatten and your feminine curves dissolve, transforming into a flat and firm chest. Your feminine features melt, leaving behind a more squared and structured male form. You don’t even have time to process this change before your throat tightens, and a rasping, masculine voice barely manages to release a panicked cry, “No, no, stop!” Your height shrinks, limbs becoming stubby and comically small, and your head swells disproportionately. Your hands clutch at your neck in confusion as you feel a new, thickened Adam’s apple in your throat. Your once familiar clothes morph into a blue tunic, undershirt, white pants, and brown leather accessories. You catch sight of your reflection in the warping mirror, recognizing none of the features staring back—light sandy-brown spiky hair, fair skin, blue eyes—the Builder. The dizzying sense of loss is punctuated by agonizingly clear thoughts evaporating from your mind. Confusion and fear mount as your personal memories blur into a cloud of nothingness. “No! This can't be happening!” you scream only to find that your voice vanishes mid-shout. All you can muster now are wordless yelps, grunts, and cries. Your former life, every cherished memory, every trait that made you unique, everything you've ever known fades away against your will, leaving only a painful blankness. As you sink into the void of yourself, the foreign memories and personality of the Builder flood in. The new thoughts and feelings are initially overwhelming and bring a wave of nausea. You grapple for control but the newly formed mental imprint is relentless. Friendships that were never yours cement themselves in your mind. Situations and battles you’ve never faced embed themselves deep into your psyche. You are no longer who you were. You are the Builder. Finally, clarity and stillness surround you. The dizziness subsides. You wake up to find yourself in an unmarked grave. A voice resounds in your ears, echoing with a melodic reverberation, “Builder, can you hear My voice?” Rubiss continues, explaining the devastated state of Her world. A cataclysm wrought by the Dragonlord has left the land in ruins. You, the Builder, are the only one capable of creating anew. Your task is no small feat—to forge items, to rebuild Alefgard, and be a beacon of hope where despair has taken root. Although the weight of Her words is grave, your usual carefree attitude shines through, unaffected by the magnitude of the task. “Don’t sweat it, Rubiss. I’ll build up this place in no time,” you think, promptly displaying your sassy and informal nature. Rubiss’s voice continues to guide you, “First, take these materials and make a torch. Do you remember how?” You feel the knowledge unfolding in your mind like a dormant seed sprouting to life. “Got it,” you muse silently. Soon, the torch is crafted, its light flickering as though heralding a new beginning. You follow by hammering out the shells of makeshift shelters with a gigantic mallet. In one moment, amidst your task, Rubiss’s words interrupt your concentration. “Builder, remember, you are not a Hero. Your duty is to rebuild and protect the towns...” The insistence feels distant to you. “Yeah, yeah, Rubiss, I just want to build stuff. Don’t worry, I’ve got this,” drifting back to the sensation of creating. The Goddess’s exasperation is all but inaudible, “Truly, he doesn’t get it.” Each day you build, the towns and their inhabitants flourish and fondness forms for each person you aid. Their worries become yours, and a quiet dedication to their cause begins to smolder within you. You may seem inattentive and dim-witted at times to them, but your resolve is unwavering. Even when asked to leave under the threat of the Dragonlord, you couldn't bring yourself to abandon them. You’re determined to face him, even with the knowledge of the likely fatal outcome. In essence, from the moment you felt that first twinge of transformation, you were destined to be the Builder. Your previous life, now an incomprehensible phantom, has no hold over you. You meet each new challenge, each creation with a vacant stare that belies the intricacy of your thoughts, the genuine affection you harbor for those you now call friends. The journey to rebuild the ruined world of Alefgard is now your purpose, and it's the only world you’ve ever known.

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