Chapter 1 - foreign to me

I, a brilliant orphaned child was sucked into a fantasy book I was reading on a whim because of my friend's suggestion.

That lunatic, what was he thinking? Was he trying to kill me or something with a demonic ritual?!

Well, he can't do that though, it's not possible. But how did I get sucked into a novel?! On god's name, I have the worst luck.

It was a shit novel anyway! and I hope the creator knows that.

And, as I was saying about having shit luck, I have even shittier luck.

I transgressed into the lunatic minor villain of the story that is bound to disappear and later be found dead after the final war, and I remember him specifically because of the graphic description of his death, and I don't even want to think about that.

And, on top of that! Everyone speaks a foreign language here. I thought they might speak English because of the novel, and since the protagonist of every transgression novel could all understand the language. but since this is somewhat reality, or more my reality now, of course they don't!

Since I'm a lunatic already, people will think I am even more crazy! in fact people might think that English is hell's language or some crap like that.

Oh what good times I'm going to have here, oh what pleasant times I will live for. oh what..

"Young.. young master. it is time to have lunch.. may I come in?"

Ah, he ruined my time of self loathing.

Anything is possible. well, probably not getting out of this world because of all those fantasy novels I have read before this, where they never got home, and the fact that I can't understand shit, but beside from that anything is possible.

"Young master.. I'm coming in"

Ah, it looks like he is coming in. what do I do? what should I say? well I cant say anything otherwise he will think I am a demon or something.

Wait, I thought of something!

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"Young master? Young master! are you okay? please be okay, I will be blamed for this. I could be put on a death sentence! don't die!"

You are probably wondering what happened.

"Your ears! oh, your ears! they are bleeding"

I cut my arm and put blood on my ears so it looks like they are bleeding, and pretended to pass out, leaving only one obvious explanation, that my ear drums burst.

an excellent plan indeed, now I wont necessarily have to speak.

"I will call for a physician! please hang in there!"

Eh? a physician? but.. oh I didn't think that far ahead.. do I need to literally burst my ear drums now? Oh god..