"I was transmigrated into the Celestia Saga!"
Norman blinked, still trying to process the thought.
***
The room was a disaster. Papers piled on the desk, cables snaked across the floor, and half-empty bottles rolled under the chair. Snacks, notebooks, and clothes were scattered everywhere, like a tornado had passed through.
He rubbed his eyes and groaned. Everything was loud. Everything was chaotic. And somehow, he had to focus.
"I finally beat the final boss!" he said, sitting in the chair with his arms resting against the table. In front of him was a black monitor bought from a local store. Beside the monitor sat a high-end PC.
He leaned back in the gaming chair, stretching his arms.
His name was David, and he was a famous streamer from Canada. He was known for his near-legendary content, which helped his channel skyrocket in popularity.
And there was a game he was addicted to.
The game was called *Celestia Saga*.
A turn-based RPG that had taken the world by storm. Millions played it for its unique storyline, advanced system, and breathtaking graphics. And the lore? Chef's kiss. Perfect.
The game revolved around saving Presyldia, a magical planet similar to Earth—but 2.5 times bigger. Its power system was intricate, almost like real magic. But the world wasn't peaceful.
From the very beginning, the three major villains had unleashed chaos, destroying the Five Great Kingdoms and nearly wiping out everyone without mercy.
Players always started as the main character:
Eren Vaspertine, the weakest noble from the Vaspertine family.
His parents had been murdered by one of the villains, and despite his weakness, he had never lost hope. Until the game granted him an SSS-class—turning him into a near-invincible powerhouse destined to rewrite history.
—— Inside the Shack ——
Norman sat on the bed, wide-eyed, his finger twitching. His head tilted left to right, trying to process what was going on.
All his memories flooded in.
Somehow, he had transmigrated into his favorite game. He had spent his entire savings on it.
While Norman was lost in thought, Stella, in the distance, looked worried, as if she understood something was wrong.
'I think Norman is hungry. He hasn't eaten for a whole week.'
Stella wasn't wrong–and she wasn't entirely right either. Norman had been acting strangely lately. The habit of kicking the wall–not trying to destroy it–was gone. She saw no sign of it at all. It felt like Norman was a different person.
But it didn't matter. The important thing was that Norman was alive.
She came from the kitchen after washing the wooden plates and prepared the necessary things for cooking: plates, utensils, a cauldron, and grills. She was ready.
As she lifted the barrel lid using her thin arms, she saw that the inside was covered in spider webs and dust. It looked abandoned.
No ingredients. No food.
Stella's calm nature shifted into pure rage.
"..."
"Honey, I will go outside to buy some ingredients. It seems our food supplies are gone."
Norman stood up. "I'll help you."
"No, you're not fully healed yet. Don't mind me."
"Also, please don't do anything reckless, or it may happen again."
"Okay. I won't do anything reckless."
She glanced at him, pointed two fingers at him, then to herself, and waved. Norman waved back.
"Be careful," he mumbled.
Stella left. Norman closed the door.
Norman immediately went through the calendar. Looking at it while Stella was here felt weird, so he took advantage of her absence.
"Tomorrow is the second day of spring, when the Festival of the Moon is celebrated in Sunhaven Town. Isn't Sunhaven Town already destroyed by the three main villains in the story?"
The game started at the demolished Sunhaven Town, where the Great Moon celebration was only an event. From what he read in the *Celestia Saga* forums: *We must honor the majesty of the Great Moon. Any form of sacrifice is strictly forbidden.*
He stroked his chin while tilting his head. He knew what it meant.
First, one must show respect for the Great Moon using specific hand gestures and say the phrase:
"Oh, majestic Great Moon, we call upon your strength to empower us. Your presence uplifts our spirits and guides us forward."
The Great Moon would then grant its blessing.
Second, one must not engage in conflict under the blessing of the Great Moon. Instead, everyone must remain united in their presence.
"Before the Great Moon, let us unite rather than compete for power."
The blessing was a starter blessing that all players were supposed to receive at the beginning of their journey—even NPCs.
Norman didn't know whether he was a player or an NPC. In the lore, he couldn't find anyone named Norman or Stella. They existed—but only in the past. They had passed away years before the calamity happened.
Norman and Stella were just a normal married couple in the countryside, living peacefully.
The realization struck him.
"..."
"It seems I'm in the past—before the three main villains awakened."
He checked the calendar again to confirm it.
"Year… 3… 8… 9…" He squinted.
"Year 389!? The calamity happens in Year 399, which means…"
"I was transmigrated ten years before the calamity."
That wasn't a good thing.
He didn't even know how he got here.
He didn't have the main character's cheat, and his system had disappeared. How would he survive the calamity? At least he had knowledge. He knew every ending and route.
It felt like he had gone to sleep and woken up inside a lucid dream—too vivid to be unreal. A normal dream would be black and white, with no sound or sense of touch.
He needed answers.
Norman walked to the table and sat in the chair.
'I need paper and a pen.'
Norman paused for a second, he smiled and realized something funny.
'Oh, Pen didn't existed yet, only the paper. I guess i need to find a quill and ink.'
As he searched around, he noticed a smooth white object above the cabinet. It looked like paper. He immediately checked the cabinet and carefully took it.
It was paper.
As he touched it, he realized something.
'It's made from leather. Maybe paper made from wood doesn't exist yet.'
'I'll be the one to reinvent it.'
In this era, paper made from wood was expensive. A single sheet costs a gold coin. Only master craftsmen with specialized knowledge could make it.
He opened the cabinet again, searching for ink and a quill. Inside was a divided compartment. He carefully moved the clothes aside to avoid drawing attention.
Finally, he found the quill and ink hidden behind them. He took them and sat at the table.
He wrote down every future event he could remember, describing them in detail.
'Red Moon occurs on the fifth day of the third week of fall.'
'Undead unleashed.'
Even after writing everything down, he felt uneasy. His survival rate felt like a flat zero.
'I'm dead.'
Knock—knock—
'Is Stella already back?'
Norman opened the door without hesitation.
A young woman stood outside. Her clothes were torn, coated in mud and dust. She trembled slightly, her eyes darting with distress. It was clear she had recently been attacked.
"Hello, mister… can you help me?"
"..."
A floating window appeared—but this time, it was different.
[ Name: ????? ]
[ Gender: Female ]
[ Age: 8 ]
[ Race: Half Human / Dragon ]
[ Status: Not Awakened ]
Norman's eyes widened.
There was no doubt.
She was one of the villains.
'Feline Pendragon?!'