"Gahhhhh!!"…
Huff hufff hufff…
That blasted dream again…
I shook my head violently, trying to compose myself with deep, steady breaths, but it was no use. The dreams hadn't stopped; they'd only gotten worse. Even after drowning myself in carnal pleasure the night before, they still came…
Sighhh~~~~
To think reincarnation could be such a pain…
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My name is Kyle Donnoghan, and I was your average youth. Average build, average height, average face—honestly, my life was as exciting as watching paint dry. But I was satisfied! I had everything I needed, a stable enough relationship where my girlfriend didn't think I was a total loser, and my parents actually loved me. Life was good… until it wasn't.
Enter Truck-kun—the notorious harbinger of chaos. As I was strolling toward my job, I saw it: a drunk driver swerving toward me like a pinball gone rogue. Now, being an avid novel reader, I knew all the tropes, and I thought to myself, "Not today, Truck-kun. Not me!" With a smug grin, I ducked and rolled like some action hero…
But before the excitement could settle in, I made a classic mistake. I slipped on a banana peel! Yes, a bona fide cartoon moment! I hit my head on a fire hydrant, and just like that, poof—instant transmigration!
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"Absolutely ridiculous," I muttered as I stared at my new reflection in the mirror…
I had adapted to my new identity and accepted the traumas that came with it, but still, I couldn't help but think, "To think I went from average to this!" I placed my palm on the mirror's surface, studying the striking figure that stared back at me.
Gone was the average Kyle—replaced by a young man with piercing golden eyes, white blond hair, and a chiseled frame that screamed dedication. Standing at a whopping 6'7", I looked like I'd walked straight out of a fantasy novel! That combined with my sculpted features made me the dream of every girl in the entire institution.
"Heh, if transmigration always comes with perks like this, then don't mind if I do!" I said narcissistically to myself, admiring the masterpiece I had become.
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Once I was done ogling my reflection, I wrapped a towel loosely around my waist and spotted a letter by my bedside. Picking it up, I read:
"Hey, had to get up early because I knew if I waited, I wouldn't be walking properly anytime soon… Hehehe."
My male ego swelled rapidly.
"Get dressed and meet me at school. Today is the day; you don't want to be late! Love, Clara."
"So it's finally happening, huh? A month of waiting and I finally get to know if I'm the first-ever transmigrator without a golden finger," I muttered, scrunching up the letter and tossing it in the bin.
"Today's also the day I find out what trope I've found myself in," I concluded.
Thirteen years since that event when life stopped being all fun and games. I'd decided to get serious, but no golden finger ever appeared, so my hopes rested on the awakening ceremony everyone went through before graduating.
In this world where power dictated your worth, a proper awakening could make or break you. So, saying I was anxious would be putting it lightly. After all, who would want to live an average life after reincarnation in a fantasy world with supernatural powers? "Definitely not me!"
Setting aside those distracting thoughts, I finally got dressed in a simple black shirt tucked into black pants, with a pair of slacks to match. A shiny gold chain peeked out from the collar.
"Damn, even in simple clothes, I look this good. It should be a crime to be this good-looking," I whistled, humbly, of course.
Rushing down the stairs of my apartment, I hastily fixed myself a quick breakfast, practically inhaling my food like my life depended on it (it didn't—I'm just a slop).
Adjusting my look one last time in the front door mirror (one can never have too many mirrors), I twisted the doorknob, pulled it open, and stepped out…
Only to freeze at the sight before me. My heart raced, the familiar thud echoing in my chest as I stared at the warmth in my life—my aunt, my guardian.
Raven Blackthorn..
She was the one person who fought tooth and nail for me when sharks circled around, smelling blood in the form of inheritance left to me by my parents. It was hard not to be affected by her presence. Her black hair flowed with the morning wind, a thin veil obscuring her striking features, just as always when she was out. The one-piece dress she wore accentuated her devastating figure in ways I was sure she knew of but simply didn't care about.
"gods, she doesn't know what she's doing to me looking like that"
Feeling that familiar pang of longing, I stood frozen, my confidence wavering under her captivating gaze. Yet, I shook off the feeling, reminding myself of my newfound strength and the awakening that awaited me.
"Hello, sweetie. Happy birthday," she said, her voice light and melodic, pulling me from my thoughts and into a moment I'll never forget..
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A/N: and we're off, hope you enjoy the new book..
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