Congratulations on Your Death
Felix tried to open his eyes—but he couldn't.
At first, he thought it was nothing more than darkness. Then he realized something was wrong. He couldn't feel his body. There was no weight. No breath. No heartbeat. Only his consciousness remained, suspended in emptiness.
A single thought crossed his mind.
Did I not even make it to heaven or hell?
The thought was almost funny. His life on Earth had been terrible. He had been treated unfairly more times than he could count. And now… even after dying, he still couldn't find peace?
Just then, a clear ding echoed deep within his mind.
[Conditions fulfilled. Host has died.]
Felix let out a quiet sigh.
"…Is this happening like in those novels I used to read?" he asked calmly.
[There was no mana in the host's previous world. Dimensional transfer required the host's death.]
"I see. So I'm being reincarnated."
[Correct. The host will be transferred to a suitable world. However, you will possess no family or past. Using system authority, a body will be created and an identity will be assigned.]
"So I'll understand my situation once the body is created."
[Affirmative, host.]
"Alright," Felix said. "What about the technology level of the world I'm going to?"
[It will be more advanced than your previous world. That is the only information I can provide.]
"…Good enough."
[Are your questions concluded, host?]
"Yes."
[Then, best of luck in your new world. Body formation complete.]
"Alright," Felix muttered. "See you on the other side."
With those words, his soul felt as though it were being pulled away by an invisible force. He didn't resist. There was no fear—only a strange sense of familiarity, as if this ending was not unfamiliar to him.
When he opened his eyes again, a bright light flooded his vision.
He was in a hotel room.
It was clean. Excessively neat. Uncomfortably luxurious for a place that was supposed to be part of the afterlife. Felix sat up and instinctively looked around. He could feel his body now. It was real.
But that wasn't what caught his attention.
His gaze locked onto a full-length mirror standing in the corner of the room.
Felix stepped in front of it.
And the reflection staring back at him caused his mind to freeze for several seconds.
Golden blond hair—naturally radiant, shining with an almost unreal brilliance as it caught the light. A tall body with flawless proportions. Neither excessive nor lacking; human in shape, yet balanced in an inhumanly perfect way.
His skin was smooth. Perfect. Disturbingly so.
But the real problem was his eyes.
They were red.
Deep, vivid crimson eyes that instinctively exerted pressure on anyone who met their gaze. It felt as though something no human should ever possess was hidden behind them. A thin line between admiration and fear.
Felix stared at the mirror for a long moment.
"…Fuck."
This wasn't just good looks.
This was excessive.
"This isn't aesthetics anymore," he muttered.
"This is… game-breaking."
The reflection felt unfamiliar—yet strangely familiar at the same time. As if this body had always belonged to him. As if this power—and this appearance—were not something new.
Felix's lips curled slightly.
"So this is where I am now," he said quietly.
"Let's see how long this world can last."
And at that moment, it was certain—
Nothing would ever be the same again.