Dungeons and Dorks, or how I learned to stop worrying and just love killing

Elevator pitch: An intimidatingly tall and muscular green skinned woman is a magic nerd. Solves problems with non-violence and a surprise tool that will help us later...  (It's excessive violence.)Also isekai, but seems more complicated. Some bull about souls and other universes? I'm sure it's not important and just flavor. Longer Synopsis:Alice Graduated from wizard school. A somewhat rare thing to do as a half orc, but she had rich parents and sufficient aptitude. (They definitely existed... right?)She went to sleep camping near the road, on her way to complete her very first mission as an adventurer. She woke up with an entire set of memories of a life in the modern Earth and a lot of confusion: The her from modern Earth had been making a character that was pretty much spot on for her actual life. So... reincarnation? Isekai? Wibbly wobbly timey wimey cross-dimensional bull? Sounds like something a proper Wizard might want to look into while they work on their never ending quest for Ultimate Cosmic Power. One self-augmentation at a time.She'd rather have a peaceful existence, explore, hunt for rare spell components and magic sources, do research and have friendly conversations but sometimes, to make an omelet, you have to crack a few skulls.What to expect:-A slow meandering journey. -Mysterious mystery in her very soul. Is a cheat if you are cribbing notes from yourself?-Muscular 'Mommy huge' protagonist with immense physical aspects who just likes cute things and really really likes magic. -Choosing not to do violence.  -Shaking her head sadly, muttering "shame" and choosing Violence. -An adorable flying book familiar. -Trying to actually explain the magic system and classes without blue windows-No romantic pursuits for this protagonist, only maths  magic. Vaguely inspired by decades of d&d and pathfinder shenanigans but not written in any existing setting as I'm trying something new. No AI or Beta readers. Some of you may die, but that is a sacrifice I am willing to make. Critique welcome and desired, not a snowflake, I won't melt. :pYour writing stinks because you use a soulless machine parrot to randomly generate text for you. My writing stinks because I am a stinker making 90% of this up as I go and vaguely acknowledge grammar... sometimes... when it's convenient.We are not the same.