Chapter 1
In the bustling heart of the city, a man in his late thirties stood in the middle of the road, oblivious to the world around him, his eyes glued to the vibrant colors of his favorite webtoon flickering on his phone screen.
The laughter and chatter of pedestrians faded into a dull hum as he became lost in the unfolding story, the characters leaping off the page and capturing his imagination.
Suddenly, the ground trembled beneath him, a roaring engine surging closer, but he remained ensnared in his digital escape, a smile creeping across his face at a particularly humorous panel. In an instant, reality crashed into his reverie; a massive truck loomed just feet away, its horn blaring in a desperate warning.
Time slowed as he turned, shock washing over his features, but it was too late.
The impact was jarring, a violent collision that sent his body soaring through the air like a ragdoll, the phone slipping from his grasp, tumbling away into the unforgiving asphalt.
He landed with a sickening thud, the world around him spinning into chaos, the laughter and joy of his webtoon replaced by a haunting silence as life ebbed away, leaving behind only the echo of missed moments and the shattered screen of his phone, a stark reminder of a life abruptly cut short.
Suddenly, blackness engulfed him.
As he floated in the suffocating darkness, a peculiar sense of detachment enveloped him, his once solid body now feeling weightless and ethereal.
Thoughts swirled in his mind like the remnants of a dream, the absurdity of his demise striking him with a surreal clarity.
"Dying while reading my webtoon? How strange," he mused, a bitter chuckle escaping his lips, the irony not lost on him. "This is exactly how those reincarnation stories go."
The void around him seemed to stretch infinitely, a vast expanse devoid of light or sound, leaving him with an unsettling feeling of being lost in a limbo that bore no resemblance to the heaven or hell he had always imagined. "Wow, so this is the afterlife? I thought there was heaven and hell or whatever," he pondered, the thought echoing in the emptiness.
The vibrant colors and laughter of his favorite webtoon felt like a distant memory, fading away as he grappled with the reality of his situation, the remnants of his life drifting further from his grasp, leaving him to confront the enigma of existence beyond the earthly realm.
The man blinked, and unexpectedly, he found himself enveloped in an opulent world that felt both foreign and strangely comforting.
The room around him sparkled with an air of refined elegance, its walls adorned with intricate moldings and soft, pastel hues that danced in the morning light filtering through grand, arched windows draped in flowing silk curtains.
A magnificent chandelier, dripping with crystals, cast a warm glow over the plush, velvet furnishings that beckoned him to sink into their embrace.
The bed, a lavish canopy of rich brocade, cradled him in clouds of the softest down, each layer inviting him to linger just a moment longer.
Rich tapestries hung elegantly, depicting regal scenes that whispered of a bygone era, while an ornate fireplace, framed by marble and gilded accents, stood as a centerpiece of luxury.
Every detail of the room, from the polished mahogany furniture to the delicate porcelain figurines on the shelves, spoke of wealth and grandeur, wrapping him in a cocoon of comfort and bewilderment as he adjusted to this bewildering new reality.
The boy blinked rapidly, his eyes darted around the strange environment, taking in the vivid colors and unfamiliar shapes that surrounded him.
"The fuck?" he muttered under his breath, disbelief lacing his tone.
Anxiously, he ran a hand through his hair, noticing how the strands felt softer than he remembered, almost ethereal against his fingertips.
Pausing, his gaze dropped to his hands, and a jolt of realization struck him—his fingers looked smaller, more delicate than usual. It was as if he had been stripped of the weight of time itself.
A surge of vitality coursed through him; he felt alive, energetic, and undeniably young. The sensation was exhilarating yet disorienting, leaving him grappling with the strange reality of his new existence. This was bizarre, and he couldn’t help but wonder just what had happened.
The boy paced back and forth, his thoughts tumbling out in a frantic whisper, “I know this, it’s what happens in those stories and webtoons I read.” The words tumbled from his lips as if to convince himself that this surreal experience was merely fiction.
Spotting a mirror near the window, he raced toward it, urgency propelling his every step. “Woah…” he mumbled, halting abruptly as he took in the sight before him.
He was short, impossibly so, with everything around him towering like a giant’s world. Confusion gnawed at him; he was a grown man, wasn’t he? Yet, as he drew closer to the mirror, an electric thrill coursed through him.
When he finally caught sight of his reflection, time seemed to freeze. “Who… Who is that…?” he muttered, his voice barely a whisper.
The face staring back at him was nothing short of breathtaking—delicate features framed by soft, tousled hair, eyes that shimmered with an otherworldly light, and a smile that could only be described as angelic.
It was beautiful, unreal; a visage that felt like it had been plucked from a dream, leaving him both awestruck and bewildered by the impossible transformation he had undergone.
His hair flowed like a cascade of freshly fallen snow, a graceful white that shimmered under the embrace of the sunlight, each strand catching the light and glistening like spun silver.
It framed his face with an ethereal glow, enhancing the otherworldly charm that enveloped him. Below that striking mane, his eyes sparkled with a mesmerizing ruby red, deep and vivid, resembling precious gems that seemed to hold the secrets of the universe within their depths.
They glinted with an intensity that was both captivating and haunting. His skin was impossibly smooth, as if kissed by the softest silk, radiating a youthful vibrancy that added to his allure.
And then there were his lips—plump and inviting, tinted with a soft pink that beckoned with an unspoken promise. Each feature harmonized to create a visage that was not just beautiful, but breathtakingly enchanting, leaving anyone fortunate enough to gaze upon him spellbound.
Awestruck, he stood transfixed before the mirror, unable to tear his gaze away from the stunning beauty that stared back at him.
A mix of disbelief and wonder washed over him as he tentatively reached up to touch his face, his fingers gliding over the smooth contours that felt both foreign and familiar.
To his astonishment, the reflection mirrored his every movement, a perfect echo of his touch, as if he were gazing into a living painting.
“Is that… Is that me?” he muttered, the words barely escaping his lips in a breathless whisper.
He blinked, trying to comprehend the striking figure before him, and in that moment, he noticed something else—the tone of his voice.
It sounded higher, imbued with a childlike innocence that was both surprising and strangely delightful. It was more than just cute; it was enchanting, wrapping around him like a soft melody, making him feel lighter, almost playful, as if he had stepped into a story where magic was real, and he was the protagonist of an extraordinary adventure.
A wave of disbelief washed over him as the reality of his situation began to sink in. He couldn't fathom the idea that he had been reincarnated; it seemed too outrageous, too fantastical to accept. Yet, as memories crept back into his mind, he recalled the moment of his demise—the screeching tires, the blinding lights, the impact of the truck that had ended it all.
“Holy shit—Truck-kun, no, Truck-sama killed me…” he gasped, the absurdity of it all bubbling to the surface.
A chuckle escaped him, laced with a hint of irony. “Oh, those readers would be jealous that I got hit by him and not them.” He turned back to the mirror, his heart racing as he took in his newfound face—a captivating visage that felt oddly familiar. But where?
The question echoed in his mind as he searched his memory, trying to piece together the puzzle of his past life. It was as if he was staring at a character he had once admired from afar, a figure from a story that had captivated him, yet he couldn’t quite place.
The allure of his appearance was undeniable, but the sense of recognition was elusive, leaving him both intrigued and bewildered as he grappled with the notion of who he truly was now.
The heavy marble door creaked open, and in an instant, a young-looking woman burst into the room, her presence a whirlwind of surprise and emotion.
Her long, flowing hair framed her delicate face, which was momentarily frozen in disbelief as her eyes locked onto the boy sitting in the dim light.
He stared back at her, a mixture of curiosity and apprehension swirling in his gaze.
The moment hung thick in the air, and then, as if struck by a sudden realization, she raised her hands to her mouth, gasping audibly, the sound echoing off the walls. "Young Master..? Oh, Young Master!" she exclaimed, her voice a melodic blend of relief and urgency that seemed to fill the room with warmth.
Almost as if propelled by an unseen force, she called out for someone named Sir D'Orléans, her tone laced with a hint of desperation.
In the blink of an eye, she rushed toward the boy, her arms outstretched, enveloping him in a tight embrace that felt both protective and suffocating. Her soft, plush body pressed against him, compressing his head against her chest in a way that was meant to be comforting but instead left him feeling trapped and bewildered.
He instinctively pushed against her, trying to wriggle free from her enthusiastic grip, his mind racing with questions. Who was this woman? And why did she seem so familiar?
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Author's Note- hello! First time using this app! This is my first ever novel published, so please go easy on me 😅
