The first thing I saw was a white ceiling. I had to squint my eyes because everything was too bright.
On my right, I could hear a faint beeping sound.
It was slow. Took me a second before I figured out it was a heart monitor.
So... I survived. But how? I remembered getting hit by a truck.
Lying there, I couldn't help but wonder how I was supposed to explain this to my family.
Well, not that it would matter, anyway.
I called them my relatives, but really, it was just my uncle, the man who took me in after my parents abandoned me.
We lived in the same house, but I never felt like part of the family. I was just a long-term guest overstaying my welcome.
Wait... something's wrong. I can't feel anything from the neck down.
"Mhrg..hrmlr" I opened my mouth to speak, but all that came out was a jumble of noise.
The heart monitor's beeping sped up, matching my panic attack.
"Doctor! My son… something is wrong with him!"
A beautiful woman with silver hair rushed into the room, sounding really worried.
She looked like she'd walked straight off the cover of a sexy magazine. Perfect skin, a small waist, and, well… let's just say God didn't hold back when handing out blessings.
"Son, are you okay?" she leaned over, and damn, my vision went dark fast.
'Mamma mia!'
My heart rate skyrocketed, but it wasn't from anxiety anymore.
I needed to breathe, get it together, and figure out what the hell was going on.
Who was this pretty lady, and why was she calling me her son?
Last I checked, my mother wasn't a MILF.
Trust me, I would've remembered, mainly because I would have a ton of male friends suddenly treating me nicely just to hang out at my house.
"The doctor will come soon. Don't worry ," she bent over so close that her chest accidentally bumped right into my nose.
'Dios Mio!'
They're very soft and give off a sweet, intoxicating scent.
While the rest of my body was useless, one proud fool mistook this for a comeback story.
My crown jewel. The last soldier standing. The chosen one.
It had risen. Steady and proud, a tower daring to pierce the skies, challenging the heavens themselves.
Her eyes darted downward, and to my horror, a blush bloomed on her face.
Please, PLEASE don't—oh god, she's touching it. Why is she touching it?! Is this normal in rich people hospitals?
"Doctor! It's a miracle!" she squealed, her eyes sparkling as she clutched the blanket over my lap with far too much force.
Meanwhile, I was mentally screaming. 'Lady. Please. Let go of the miracle.'
But it was too late.
Right there, I tainted my pants… and the poor blanket suffered the consequences too.
She finally let go.
Thankfully, the doctors burst in before I had to witness another second of her painfully awkward face.
They started checking my pulse, flashing lights in my eyes, doing all the usual stuff.
Suddenly, the silver-haired woman pointed straight at my lower half, explaining everything with way too much detail.
"Mrs Ellie," one of the doctors asked, "are you absolutely sure it… stood up?"
"Yes! It did! Look, the blanket's even wet after I touch it a little!"
I wanted to yell, 'Wait! It's not what it looks like! I just got a little too excited. I swear I usually last longer!'
But I couldn't even move my jaw, let alone defend my shattered dignity.
Just as I forced myself to speak with all my being, a sudden flash filled my vision.
Memories came flooding in, one after another.
This wasn't my old body. This was Axel Park's. The only son of some crazy rich businessman.
And the gorgeous woman calling me 'son'? That was his stepmother; Ellie.
Three years ago, a monster horde suddenly showed up, and he was eaten alive by an A+ rank giant frog beast.
They managed to save him before he became lunch, but the damage was done. The monster's toxic saliva had already ravaged his body, leaving him completely paralyzed.
Hold up.
Did I seriously just get reborn in a world where monsters are real?
It sounded crazy, sure. But after ending up in someone else's body, I figured nothing was off the table anymore.
Before I could have any time for self-reflection, the doctor jabbed a syringe into my shoulder—probably to calm me down.
And yeah, it did calm me down... for two seconds.
Then the whole world spun, colors smearing into a blur, and I swear it felt as if someone slipped me some premium-grade mushrooms.
Shit. I just wanted to relax, not go on a spirit quest. Whoever this doctor was, he needed his license revoked asap.
The drug hit fast, and everything around me dissolved into darkness.
[Booting System...]