Transmigrated as the disgraced one

I died in the dumbest way possible. No truck-kun, no heroic sacrifice , just a bullet falling from the sky at a perfect 69-degree angle. Next thing I know, I’m staring at a stranger in the mirror— white hair, blue eyes, and a glowing pink screen calling me “Host.” Turns out, I’ve been transmigrated into the novel [Chronicles of the Honored One] Problem? I’m not the honored one but.... the disgraced one.