F*ck
What the heck is this pain?
My head is hurting too much.
It's as if like someone is hitting me with a metal bat repeatedly, taking out all his anger on my head. The pain it just feels too intense. It feels like my head is about to burst into a million pieces by him.
I them tried to move my hands and open my eyes but all the attempts I was making failed. My body was not even responding to me.
Frustration was welling up in me.
I lay there, helpless and completely paralyzed.
I started to think of a way out of this hellish nightmare I am having. Should I scream for help? Like hell. I can't even part my lips to open my mouth and even thinking to scream the thought is itself absurd.
Ahh, this pain its not letting me think clearly.
I groaned due to unable to think straight amidst in this agony. This pain is like a relentless storm. Making my thoughts clouded and distorted and making it impossible for me to focus.
It felt as if my mind was lost in a dense fog of suffering for years and I couldn't find a way out from this fog and stuck here for eternity.
My every attempt I was making my mind to focus was shattered by this constant unending torture in my head.
Shit, it feels like I am going to die at any moment.
Why me?
Why is this happening to me?
This question started echo in my mind.
In this agonizing moment, just when I thought I will not be able to bear the pain any longer. I suddenly felt a glimmer of relief. It was as if that excruciating pain that agony had been vanished into the thin air.
Summoning every ounce of my strength, I made another attempt to move and to my amazement, it worked. My limbs responded and even though weakly and I was able to move my body.
My eyes were blurry and I couldn't quite make out where I was. I could sense that I was sitting on a soft surface, most likely a bed.
I couldn't tell for sure. But confusion coursed through me as I wondered, "Was I asleep?" It was a very strange and disorienting thought because as much knowledge I have, the sleep should bring relief, never the pain.
As I struggled to focus, the world around me slowly started to come into view. The room I was in is filled with soft dim lighting.
Slowly, the outlines of an unfamiliar place started to come into my focus before my blurry eyes.
The room in which I found myself is quite spacious and nearly empty. There is a large closet at one end. And a bookshelf filled with numerous numbers of books.
Near the bookshelf, there was a study table filled with papers.
But all of this — the room and everything in it — felt completely strange to me. It is not my room.
"Where am I? Did someone kidnap me or something?"
But if I was a victim of kidnapping, it was a strange kind of place to put hostage. The room I found myself in was surprisingly lavish.
I pushed myself off the bed and started searching the surrounding hoping I could get some answers.
I reached the table hoping there could be a phone there but to my disappointment, there was none. However, something was strange, I noticed something odd about the books scattered across the table.
Their titles were strange 'Foundation of Mana Circuit', 'Fundamentals of Spellcasting 'and many more.
The confusion only deepened. I continued to search around.
I stumbled upon a massive mirror hanging on the wall. I couldn't help but take a closer look.
I saw my reflection in the mirror. That should have happened but again like this unknown room, unknown situation. The reflection I saw was unknown to me.
In the mirror, there stood a figure that I could hardly recognize as myself.
It had snow-white hair, piercing red eyes and a well-built body.
I couldn't deny it. He was incredibly handsome, perhaps the most attractive person I'd ever seen.
He was wearing a sleek black shirt which was matching with appearance.
No anything that would worn by this person will look good.
The situation is getting more and more strange.
I tried to move my hands and the same thing happened in the mirror.
"Shit, I can't even begin to grasp the situation I'm in and let alone this." I muttered to myself.
Ding!
Out of nowhere, a strange sound chimed. I didn't know where it came from but suddenly a blue translucent screen came in front of me.
I tried to touch it, but my hand passed through it.
There was something written on it as of game stats. I tried to read what's on the screen.
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Name : Owen Regulus
Age : 17
Race : Human
Rank : E+
Strength : 110
Defence : 96
Agility : 114
Stamina : 107
Intelligence : 354
Charm : 388
Mana Capacity : 960/960
Mana Quality : F+
Affinity : Fire, Lightning, Darkness
Profession : Swordsman Lvl. 1, Archer Lvl. 1
Techniques :
Sword Art Luminous Edge [★★★★★] {Proficiency -> Low Novice}
Skills :
Sense Alteration {C-}
- Inborn Skill
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After reading it whole, numerous numbers of questions were bombarded in my head.
Owen Regulus? Mana? Technique? Skills?
And why does this name Owen seem familiar?
Ah remembered from where I know this name.
'But seriously, is this some kind of sick joke?'
I tried to deny the situation I was in.
But deep down, there was only one explanation that made sense. It sounded crazy, but it was the only thing that could explain everything.
It sounds weirder and experiencing it is even more weirder.
One could say this was the kind of stuff you would read in novels, not something that would actually happen to someone in the real life.
I wanted to see it with my own eyes. I made my way toward the window. I was eager to take glimpse this novel world. I see towering skyscrapers that were reaching up into the night sky and their lights are twinkling like stars.
This night view was like something out of a dream.
I found 'My' room or one could say room I now found myself in was at an unimaginable height most likely it was on one of the topmost and expensive floors of a building.
I don't want to believe it, but somehow, I had been freaking transmigrated into one of the novels I had read.
My emotions are all over the place. I'm feeling everything at once. I am happy, sad, angry, scared. I don't even know what I am feeling.
It's not a daily occurrence when someone is transmigrated. And to make matters worse, I ended up in the worst novel I have ever read in my life.
A novel in which only the strongest survive and everyone else dies.
The situation gets even more worse as I am ended up as the antagonist who dies in the novel.
It's like giving me a double blow in my face.
But at least there's only one in this mess that I was thankful for. I didn't end up as the main protagonist. All the protagonists as one thing in common which I don't want. They act like magnets to attract all the problems to themselves.
And that thing is not good for someone like me.
At least as the antagonist, I might have a chance to change the destiny of my death.