Pain.

Excruciating pain seeped down my spine. But hopefully it did not last. As I soon found myself losing my consciousness.

But as soon as I lost my consciousness. Muffled voices entered my ears. I felt many eyes staring down my body. I tried to open my heavy eyes. And after some effort, I opened my eyes to find a score of people standing around me

I found myself lying down in the middle of the circular gathering. I was literally (at) the centre of their attraction. Though I could feel multiple gazes peering down at me, the first thing that caught my eye was the grand chandelier that hung overhead.

I also noticed that I was on a soft red carpet and as its fibres brushed against my skin Icould feel its regal and exotic nature.

“Oh how dreadful ! To think that the son of Danquers’ House was so frail.”

“This is why Anna is the deserving heir of the Danquers’ House.”

“Is he ill? He just had to ruin the ball for me.”

I could hear different conversations and comments being made all over me. But currently I couldn't care less about it.

I sat up. I was in a state of deep trance. I could not understand what was going all around me.

‘What was all this commotion? Where was I? Wasn’t I in the kitchen?’

Questions started overflowing and trampling all over my mind. As questions revolved inside my brain, my eyes fell over my hands. Instinctively a scream escaped out of my lips.

I could not understand anything and I found that my hand was …

Fair coloured.

Someone must have thought what was so weird about it. But I was a Hispanic. Living more than seventeen years of your life as a dark skinned person and you soon find yourself turned white. What would your reaction be?

Exactly.

A scream and much to my embarrassment I found myself blacking out.

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I don’t know how much time had passed but when I opened my eyes for the second time, I found myself in a large bed. Sitting up, I rubbed my throbbing head.

Suddenly, a stream of information soon entered my brain. I found myself unable to process or move. My head started hurting and throbbing. It was a frightening experience similar to sleep paralysis. But after a few seconds, it all turned back to normal.

After trying to remember where I was I soon understood what had happened. I had two sets of overlapping memories. It felt as if I had lived for more than thirty years. My current body’s name was Reid Danquers.

Danquers… Reid Danquers. It felt as if I had heard the name before. And after rummaging around sometime I soon found out where exactly I had heard that name before. It was in a book. More specifically the novel that I had just finished yesterday.

If it had been any side character or anyone else in my book there might have been a chance that I had perhaps forgotten or mistaken it for someone else. But no…

Reid Danquers was no ordinary character.

It was the Villain.

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Hah…

Taking a deep breath, I tried to calmly understand my situation. So, where am I?

I am in the novel that I had just finished nearly an hour ago. I have transmigrated into the story as one of its characters. And not the protagonist nor any novel extra but the Villain himself…

Ok now let's calm down and-

CALM THE F*CK DOWN! I yelled at my racing heart. I could feel the blood rushing

Through my body. Can anyone imagine? Can you imagine what it would be to live in a novel? A real fantasy world.

I had read many novels in my life where the MC would find himself in his favourite novel or get isakied. I thought that I would wonder why the MC got so flustered at the start? I fantasised that if I ever got a chance at reincarnation or transmigration I would never get so flustered or nervous akin those foolish MCs.

But to my pleasant surprise, I was dead wrong. How could someone not get flustered or nervous?

Just how.

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After half an hour, I found myself back holding the reins of my life. I have to be calm. No. I needed to be calm or I would never be able to survive in this world.

First and foremost, I needed to check the fact that I really was inside my novel. I got out of my bed and went to stand in front of a fancy-looking mirror.

Standing in front of the mirror, a handsome face greeted me. Though there was some degree of resemblance in the face structure between the previous me and now. Reid's appearance was more female-biased. Long eyelashes and soft oval face. Dark hair with a tinge of purple.

I found the clothes comforting. A pair of lush satin nightwear. That’s when I noticed the sheer size of the bed I was sleeping in. Previously I hadn’t noticed but it was the size of nearly two king-sized beds combined. The bed cushion was satisfying too.

Now coming back to the purpose at hand. Recalling all the childhood incidents that had occured with me in this life previously as Reid. I could confirm that either there was a drastic similarity between the novel life of Reid and the one that I had written.

Or it was just as I had previously assumed. I was in the novel. More Like I was living it.

Now we come to the novel.

To give a basic summary, it was a simple weak to strong transition where the protagonist Kyle against all odds embarks on a typical quest in search for power.

Facing the death of parents at a young age. Kyle feels powerless. This fire of helpness is what goes on to fuel the revered will of the protagonist Kyle. He parallely desires to avenge his parents' killers.

The Orcs.

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