1: Transmigration into an Another World
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"Ahh… it's all black. Am I dead?"
"I, Suhyeon Kang, age twenty-two… an architect… died."
Sniff… sniff.
"…But why the hell am I smelling poop?"
Suhyeon forced his eyes open—only to realize his face was literally buried in a pile of it. His whole body jerked up instantly, gagging.
"YUCK! EW! DISGUSTING!"
He staggered to his feet, furiously wiping his face and hands on the dirt. The stench clung to him like a curse. Looking around, his panic only deepened—he was in the middle of a dirt road, deep in a forest, the sun already dipping behind the trees.
"Wh… whe… where the hell am I?!"
He glanced down at himself—black leather coat over a crisp white silk shirt, leather pants, polished boots. Clothes he definitely hadn't owned. Hugging himself tightly, he muttered,
"I was lying in bed, reading TGED: Alternate… How the hell did I—"
Click. Click.
Footsteps.
Suhyeon's body snapped into a shaky fighting stance, adrenaline flooding his veins.
From the treeline, a shadow emerged. A man. Tall, muscular, carrying… a shovel.
The man froze when he spotted Suhyeon—then subtly shifted, trying to hide the shovel behind his back.
Suhyeon's eyes narrowed. Blue hair, messy but sharp. A scar cutting vertically down his lip. His shirt and boots worn with dust, but his sword gleamed as if thirsting for blood. That face—sharp, weathered, eyes hollowed as though he carried too many battles.
Suhyeon's breath caught. He'd read this description before. He knew this character.
"A man with hollow eyes. Scars across his face. Blue hair like a storm. His hand full of blisters. His face angular, but looked older than his age. A sword that looked ready to kill at a moment's notice. His name was…"
Suhyeon's eyes went wide as the words slipped out:
"Xavierre…Ashran"
The man's expression twisted with confusion, his hand still clutching the shovel. His voice was low, wary.
"…Floyd?"
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Author Note: This a testing Chapter. To see that people want more or not.