Chap2
The first thing that hit me wasn't light — it was weight.
Something heavy coiled around my chest, like chains of lead pressing into bone. Each breath came shallow, ragged. When i tried to move, pain flared through my ribs like splintered glass.
This wasn't my bed.
I opened my eyes, expecting the sterile white ceiling of a hospital.
But what i saw…
wasn't a hospital. And it sure as hell wasn't my room.
The walls were luxurious — trimmed in gold, layered with intricate patterns that didn't belong to any modern hotel.
Strange figures watched me from the corners: Statues loomed in the corners — all with one thing in common: their eyes. Unblinking. Patterned. Watching
The ceiling arched high above me, inlaid with silver and gold carvings that shimmered softly in the morning light. It looked like a palace.
"Did I get transferred into a luxury hotel or something?"I muttered, groaning as i sat up.
My body responded sluggishly — heavier, stiffer. Like it wasn't used to moving.
"Where's my phone…?"
The words slipped out on instinct, but halfway through,i stopped.
Something was wrong.
My left eye.
It pulsed.
Then, slowly — and with effort — I forced open my left eye.
A blinding, searing pain surged through my skull.
"Argh!"
My body jerked violently, like something had punched through my nerves. I tumbled off the bed, landing hard on the floor, breath knocked out of me.
The carpet was soft, but it didn't matter.
Everything hurt.
I crawled forward, one hand clutching the side of my head, the other dragging me across the floor. That throb in my eye — it was getting worse. Not like a headache. Like something trying to wake up.
Then I saw it.
A mirror stood tall near the corner of the room — elegant, gilded, untouched by dust.
I caught a glimpse of the reflection and froze.
"…Why do I look so different?" I whispered, staring into the unfamiliar face. "Why does he look so—?"
But the question never finished.
My left eye snapped open on its own.
Pain lanced through my skull — sharp and divine — and in the mirror, I saw it clearly:
A purple eye, glowing faintly. Black rings spiraled outward from the pupil, intricate and endless, shifting like they were alive.
"Mythrigan…?"
The word escaped before I could stop it.
"Mythrigan…? Mythrigan…? Mythrigan…?"
The name echoed in my head like it had been carved into my bones.
And then — like the final piece of a puzzle clicking into place —
I stopped resisting.
My breath hitched.
I looked into the mirror, into his face, and finally said it aloud.
"No way… I'm inside Hero of Light Chronicles?" The words escaped in a shaky breath, disbelief crashing through me. How could this be real? All I remembered was the white light—swallowing me whole—and now… this.
My hands trembled. The room, once so regal and serene, now felt like a cage.
"This can't be happening—how can this even—?"
My mind scrambled for answers, but all I remembered was that white light swallowing me whole.
Just a flash. Just a second.
Then—
Here.
But even that wasn't the worst part.
No. There was something bigger. Something worse.
I gripped the mirror frame tight as the name left my lips like a curse:
"I'm… Kael Valery."
Kael Valery — one of the antagonists in Hero of Light Chronicles.
A name that inspired fear, resentment, and in the end… pity.
He was the prodigy who squandered his gifts.
A villain who bullied, manipulated, and nearly destroyed lives.
A child praised, worshipped—then cursed.
And in the final chapters, he was betrayed.
The very demon he bargained with turned on him.
His death? Ugly. Alone. Deserved.
That was the Kael everyone remembered.
But now…
I was Kael.
And I had no idea what the hell I was supposed to do.
I sat there, half-frozen on the carpet, still reeling from the pain in my chest and the weight of this cursed eye. The room around me was too elegant, too clean, too unreal. But I didn't have time to piece it all together.
Because then—I heard it.
Footsteps.
Fast. Sharp. Approaching.
Click. Click. Click.
A rhythm like fury in motion.
Damnit.
A moment later, the door slammed open.
"Kael!"
Her voice cut through the air like a blade.
"You vanish again, and I'm left cleaning your mess. Do you even care what your absence does to this house?"
I looked up, and there she was.
Evelyne Valery.
My sister.
Long obsidian-black hair spilled over her back like a shadow.
Her eyes—normally ice—were burning with frustration.
Her hands trembled at her sides, clenched into fists.
Eyebrows furrowed. Breathing uneven.
Her eyes locked onto mine — brilliant yellow, sharp as glass, with six black lines swirling toward the center like a sun carved by precision.
My chest tightened.
So thats the Stage 3 Lumigan.
One look and I knew what it meant.
The bloodline of House Valery wasn't just famous — it was sacred. We were one of the Three Great Houses under the Valkcross Imperial Banner. But unlike the other two, we didn't worship gods or sword techniques. We worshiped eyes.
The eye determined everything — power, respect, even inheritance.
"Kael, don't be a disgrace to this house. You are the heir of House Valery."
Damn it, what am I supposed to say to that?
Think, Adrian. This is Kael's sister—what would Kael Valery normally do?
I stayed quiet, my eyes flicking to the ornate mirror behind her.
"What are you doing just staring at your reflection? Have you lost your mind?"
Of course. She's angry. No—furious.
Evelyne Valery. Kael's older sister.
She always hated him.
And now… I'm in his body.
Why? Because Kael was born with the Mythrigan—the so-called Eye of God, the most coveted eyes in the entire House of Valery.
His left eye alone was enough to make him untouchable.
Praised. Worshipped. Feared.
While Evelyne—strong, brilliant, driven—was ignored. Overlooked by their parents. Passed over.
And then, as if to mock her even further… Kael was named heir just before their father died.
Now here I was, staring at her, with his cursed eye glowing in the mirror.
And I had no idea how to act.
Evelyne's eyes narrowed as she stepped closer, her voice sharp with restrained fury.
"You think that damn eye gives you the right
to play heir while you rot in your room? Skipping academy, ignoring your responsibilities, pretending the world revolves around your reflection—while I cover for you?"
My throat tightened. I didn't have a script for this.
But Kael… Kael would never cower.
He'd mock her. Taunt her.
I straightened my back and forced my voice lower.
"Shut it already You're making too much noise, Evelyne."
It came out quieter than I meant. Less confident. More… tired.
Her brows twitched.
She noticed.
"What did you just say?"
Crap. That wasn't good enough. Kael would've said something sharper. Colder.
I turned away from her.
"I'll return to the academy tomorrow."
Silence