Even After Reincarnating, I Still Get Hated

From the moment Luna arrived in Eldoria, she knew this assignment might not be as dull as she’d feared.

Hovering invisibly above a shimmering grove, she watched Alfred emerge from the glowing portal, eyes wide with awe.
(Well, at least he’s easily entertained.)

He shouted, “Finally, Isekai!!!” and threw his arms in the air like a victorious warrior.
(Adorable. He’s like a puppy discovering snow for the first time.)

Luna settled onto a floating petal from an enormous flower, her iridescent wings catching the twin suns’ light.

Meanwhile, Alfred began his quest for adventure—or rather, his awkward attempt at one.
(He’s expecting a damsel in distress to just… appear? Oh, sweet summer child.)

He perched on a luminescent rock, scanning the horizon with exaggerated seriousness.
(Should I conjure a fake scream? Nah, let’s see how long he waits.)

Hours passed. Alfred grew restless, and Luna found herself thoroughly entertained.
(This is better than that century-long nap I had planned.)

Then, a genuine scream pierced the air. Alfred’s face lit up, and he dashed toward the sound.
(Oh, this should be good.)

He reached a clearing where two white-haired men confronted a towering youth—Grom the Mighty. Alfred stepped in, attempting diplomacy.
“Gentlemen, I hope you’ll stop…” he began.
(With that stern face, he’s more likely to start a war than end one.)

The men and Grom turned, their expressions shifting from confusion to alarm.
“Who are you…?” they demanded.

“Alfred,” he replied calmly.
(And cue the misunderstandings in three, two, one…)

Grom’s eyes widened. “Black hair, piercing eyes… it’s not possible…”
Luna nearly burst into laughter.
(They think he’s a Nightshade! This is priceless!)

As the situation escalated, Grom attacked. Alfred’s reflexes sent the giant flying into a rock.
(He doesn’t know his own strength—or his own reputation, apparently.)

The white-haired men stared in awe.
“He defeated Grom the Mighty with a single touch…” they murmured.

Alfred looked mortified.
“He… he tripped?”
(Oh, Alfred, your life is a comedy of errors, and I’m here for every act.)

The men insisted on taking him to their village. Luna flitted above, listening to their whispered fears.
(They think he’s the last of a feared clan out for revenge. If only they knew he can’t even make friends with goldfish.)

In Eldervale, villagers reacted with a mix of fear and reverence.
Mothers pulled their children close.
Shopkeepers bowed deeply.
Whispers filled the air.
(This is escalating deliciously.)

Alfred waved awkwardly.
“Friendly place.”
(Oh, the irony.)

Inside the grand hall, the men introduced themselves as Marcus and Lucien. They probed Alfred about his lineage, intentions, and plans.
(They’re terrified, and he’s clueless. This is too good.)

When they recounted the tragic tale of the Nightshade family, Alfred’s genuine sadness only deepened their suspicions.
(He’s feeling sorry for the family he’s supposedly avenging. I couldn’t script this better if I tried.)

Later, while wandering the village, Alfred helped a little girl retrieve her kitten from a tree.
(Aww, he’s a softie. But does that clear his name? Of course not!)

From a rooftop, Luna watched Marcus and Lucien discuss their concerns.
(They think he’s gaining the villagers’ trust as a strategy. Paranoia at its finest.)

The next morning, Alfred prepared to leave. Villagers saw him off with a mix of relief and lingering fear.
(They’ll be talking about him for years. Legends have to start somewhere.)

As Alfred walked away, he looked up at the sky.
“Alright, world! Show me what you’ve got!”

Luna decided it was time to reveal herself—well, partially.
She fluttered down to a branch near his path, still invisible but close enough to whisper suggestions.
“Maybe you should head east,” she murmured.
Alfred paused. “Huh, I feel like I should go east.”
(Perfect. Let’s steer him toward more adventures.)

He changed direction, humming a tune.
(Time to see how deep this rabbit hole goes.)

As they journeyed, Luna nudged events in subtle ways—a misplaced rock here, a gust of wind there—keeping the misunderstandings alive.

When Alfred stumbled upon travelers being harassed by bandits, he leaped in to help.
His stern expression and effortless dispatching of the bandits only added to his fearsome reputation.
(He’s building quite the résumé. Heroics wrapped in menace—who could resist?)

The travelers thanked him profusely but kept their distance.
“Thank you, sir,” one man said, trembling.
“I won’t forget this.”
Alfred smiled softly.
“Glad I could help.”
(And the legend grows.)

That evening, as Alfred set up camp, Luna finally decided to make herself visible—sort of.
She appeared as a tiny orb of light, hovering near the campfire.
“Who’s there?” Alfred asked, noticing the glow.
“Just a traveler, like you,” she replied in a tinkling voice.
(Let’s add ‘mysterious guide’ to my job description.)

He looked intrigued.
“Do you need a place to rest?”
(He’s inviting a random light to join him. How trusting—or naive.)

“Thank you, but I prefer the open air,” she said.
They chatted for a while. Luna dropped vague hints about the world, its dangers, and of course, the legendary Nightshade family.
“People seem to mistake me for someone else,” Alfred admitted.
(Oh, do they now?)
“Perhaps it’s destiny,” she suggested.
He sighed. “I just want to find a place where I belong.”
(And I just want to see how much fun I can have with this.)

As night deepened, Alfred drifted to sleep.
Luna watched over the camp, her thoughts swirling.
(Undoing these misunderstandings would be easy. But where’s the fun in that?)
She recalled her original mission—to keep Alfred in Eldoria and away from Earth.
(Zephyrus wanted me to babysit, but he didn’t say I couldn’t enjoy myself.)
A mischievous smile spread across her face.
(If I keep the misunderstandings going, he’ll have endless adventures—and I’ll have endless entertainment.)

The next morning, Alfred awoke feeling refreshed.
“Strange, I had the oddest dreams,” he mused.
(Oh, if only you knew.)

As he packed up, Luna set off ahead, ready to orchestrate the next set of events.
In the following days, she led him to villages with rumors of the Nightshade heir’s return, to towns where his mere presence caused a stir, and to situations ripe for misinterpretation.

In one town, he tried to buy supplies—only for the shopkeeper to insist they were free.
“I can’t just take these,” Alfred protested.
“Please, I insist,” the shopkeeper replied, sweating profusely.
(He’s probably thinking, ‘Take my goods, just spare my life!’)
Alfred left coins on the counter and walked out, confused.
(He tries so hard to be normal. It’s endearing, really.)

That evening, Luna appeared to him again as the tiny orb.
“People here are… different,” Alfred commented.
“Perhaps they see something in you that you don’t see in yourself,” she suggested.
He looked thoughtful. “I guess I have been helping people.”
(Helping them fear for their lives—details, details.)
“Maybe I can make a difference here,” he said, determination shining in his eyes.
(Oh, you’re making a difference all right.)

Days turned into weeks as Luna continued her playful manipulations.
She watched Alfred inadvertently unite rival factions, scare off would-be invaders simply by being present, and become a figure of legend.

One afternoon, as she lounged on a sun-soaked leaf, Luna pondered her situation.
(I’ve turned babysitting into the most fun I’ve had in centuries. Who knew humans could be so entertaining?)
She decided then to keep Alfred blissfully unaware of the chaos he caused.
(After all, why spoil the surprise?)

Back in the celestial realm, Zephyrus observed with a mix of relief and confusion.
“Well, he’s certainly staying in Eldoria,” he remarked.
A lesser deity approached. “But is everything going according to plan?”
Zephyrus hesitated. “As long as he stays there and doesn’t threaten Earth, it’s fine.”
(Ignorance is bliss, old man.)

Meanwhile, Alfred stood atop a hill, overlooking a patchwork of villages and towns.
“I think I’m finally finding my place here,” he mused aloud.
Luna hovered nearby, invisible but grinning.
(Oh, you have no idea how pivotal you are.)
He took a deep breath. “Maybe I can really be a hero.”
(Or a legendary anti-hero, but who’s keeping track?)

As the sun set, casting hues of gold and pink, Luna felt a rare twinge of affection.
(Perhaps I’ve grown fond of this clueless human. Maybe I’ll help him out… just a little.)
She shook her head, laughing softly.
(Nah, where’s the fun in that? Time to plan the next adventure.)
With a flick of her wings, she soared into the sky, weaving her own brand of mischief into the winds of Eldoria.