"Yep, this is not my face."

Lying down on an unfamiliar bed, Leo scanned himself with squinted eyes trying to determine what was happening.

He observed his face, body, and overall self through the mirror placed on the bed's canopy and finally confirmed that all of it did not belong to him.

He pinched himself only to get hurt. He tried again, probing if the pain was simply not enough. Only when he got wounded did he stop.

"It is real!" He thought of this situation as nothing but a dream, but he was proven wrong. Leo was sure he had fallen asleep after a long night of drinking.

Yet he now found himself in an odd and mysterious situation.

"Did a flying truck come rushing to my flat while I was sleeping?"

After reading many books in his life, Leo came across the myth that was Truck-sama.

It is said that it can send you to another world after a single hit. This had been a myth and a joke on the internet for many years. You may die on earth, but you will become some kind of God-like protagonist who attracts women left and right in the next.

"If the Mythical Truck-sama is real, it might just be possible. It's farfetched; however, anything is possible if it is that guy. But I-"

Leo suddenly stopped his words, entering full-concentration mode in a split second. His brows met in the middle as he gathered strength in his abdomen to utter the magical word, "Status!"

He shouted with all his heart!

Nothing happened.

"...Properties!?"

Still nothing.

"System! My cheat! Blessing of the almighty Truck!"

Goddammit, still nothing!

"Young Master Colt? Why are you waving your hands like a toddler?"

While he was busily summoning the almighty System meant to grant him unlimited power, a voice sounded out from the opened, luxurious-looking wooden door to his right.

It was a man with white hair, a burly build, and a strong jaw.

'Those eyes of his are terrifying. He's definitely a Soldier or a Mercenary.'

Or so Leo initially thought, but the black suit and tie gave his identity away, and from how he referred to Colt, he should be a butler of some sort.

'Young Master Colt? The name sounds familiar somehow.'

Upon learning the truth that he was not someone out to kill him, Leo turned back to the canopy bed's mirror and again analyzed his face.

Stolen novel; please report.

His current characteristics were generally a well-built body, beautiful olive skin, obsidian black eyes, low arching eyebrows, and medium-length thick ink-black hair.

Leo gathered his thoughts and started piecing every bit of information together. He finally found a lead.

'...this can't be real.'

He got up from the bed, turned to the middle-aged butler, and asked, "Are you Neun? One of the butlers of the Edgeworth Family?"

"That is correct."

"Then, am I Colt Edgeworth?"

"Yes, Young Master is Colt Edgeworth. The oldest child of Count Shickly Edgeworth, and the wast... ahem, the whimsical and free Young Master of Wing City, and..." Neun paused as his face twisted from disgust and shame. He swallowed his spite and battled his demons for the butler to eke out the final sentence, "...the most beautiful man in the Edgeworth Fief."

From his knowledge, almost being called a wastrel wasn't out of line, but Leo shuddered after being named the most beautiful man. Leo felt a chill run down his spine. 

The words "most beautiful" were too much for him. 

"Neun, you don't have to refer to me like that anymore. Please, don't say that anymore."

"Really, Young Master!?"

The joy in his voice was too apparent for Leo to ignore.

"Yes, and spread it to the others as well. If you could, please have them spread it around town when they go out."

Neun's expression glowed, and almost cried out of sheer joy. The cringe-worthy days were over; he was finally free; no, everyone was finally free.

"I shall inform everyone of your instruction." Try as he might, the quivering in his voice was still present. Leo noticed but didn't say anything. It was understandable.

"Thank you; it would be for the best. Also, get me a glass of water; I have a rather painful headache."

Neun nodded his head and left with a jovial expression. He was practically skipping when he left. It was creepy and scary at the same time.

Having been left alone, Colt looked around his room. Besides furniture reminiscent of the middle ages, the room also had three mirrors, not including the one on the canopy bed. 

"The narcissistic Colt Edgeworth, the son of the wealthy Count Shickly; he's the family's wastrel. A background story-type mob in the novel [Sword of Heaven]. A mob character mentioned in three sentences or shorter."

The Hero didn't even kill him; instead, the story's third major villain, Mina, did.

Mina was the daughter of a Marquise who fell in love with Colt. She was the perfect lady with excellent looks, good status, and a lovable personality. The only problem was that she had a few loose screws.

After learning about Colt's infidelity, Mina killed him with some stabby-stabby action. 

'A few stabs in the heart from some bandits did him in...or so it would be framed.' 

Only after Mina was killed did everyone discover she was the one who killed Colt and masked it as an accident. 

Colt's spine tingled at the thought of dying in such a manner.

Later in the novel, the Hero would ironically slay Mina with a sword piercing her heart.

"I have to avoid that ending, at least."

He thought to himself. Being a no-named backstory mob was too hard. In a sense, his fate was determined, and he was already inching towards that end.

Neun returned with a glass of cold drinking water. Colt then had him draw a bath. As Leo spent his time in the bathtub, Colt began thinking about his situation.

"I don't know how I got here; all I know is that I will die if I don't do something."

If the original plot prevails, he would eventually die. He doesn't even know what year it was, so he can start preparing.

"According to the novel Sword of Heaven, a reincarnated person from another universe would arrive and become the Hero. However, the Hero is somewhat of a lunatic because he was tortured from seven to fifteen years old. Though he still became a Hero."

It was a tragic origin story, but who cares? It's not his life. In the end, Colt more about his future.

"Now, where would the hero appear?"

He did not know where the Hero came from, as he did not know about his younger years. The Hero would appear as a mysterious character, and by the time the truth got revealed around Vol. 6, Leo got tired and stopped reading.

"I must first avoid any contact with Mina. Then I will live a lavish life. This wastrel here had already been snuffed out of the succession race, so I am free to do whatever I want, right? I just want to live a free life."

Leo was very much accepting of his fate. He was now in this world, so why would he change that? His goal was to live a good, boring, but still fulfilling life.

Stepping out of the bath, he begrudgingly accepted being dressed by Neun.

"Neun, I will be staying in my room for the day. Inform my father that I am feeling sick."

He expected the obedient Neun to oblige, but the butler showed a stiff expression.

"I cannot do that, Young Master. The Count will punish you if you try to sneak away. I know you do not wish to be tied down, but try to go with it for the Count's sake."

"Why, is there something going on today?"

Neun opened and closed his mouth before releasing a deep sigh. 

'Of course, the Young Master had forgotten about it. Why am I not surprised?' Neun cleared his throat and straightened his back, "Marquis Liron Vera will be visiting with his family today."

Colt's face stiffened at the mention of the Marquis. Marquis Liron Vera was an upright person, but he was the father of Mina Vera, and if he's coming here with his family, then Mina would be there as well.

"Goddammit!"

He cursed as he tried to jump out the closest window.