1 Owen Regulus [1]
Shit, what's with this pain?
My head was throbbing in agony, feeling like it was about to explode. Panic welled up inside me as I wondered what the heck I should do next.
The pain was so intense as if a giant metal bat kept pounding against my skull. I tried to move my fingers, but they remained stubbornly still.
It was as if my body had forgotten how to obey my commands. Frustration welled up inside me.
I lay there, completely paralyzed, unable to even twitch a finger. It was a nightmare, and I was trapped, not knowing what to do.
My mind raced as I desperately searched for a way out of this nightmare. Should I scream for help? But what if no one could hear me? My voice felt trapped inside my paralyzed body.
I tried to calm my racing heart, but it was a impossible task with the relentless pain pulsing through my head.
Ahh, I can't even think straight.
I groaned, unable to think straight amidst the agony. The pain was a relentless storm, clouding my thoughts and making it impossible to focus.
It was as if my mind was lost in a dense fog of suffering, and I couldn't find a way out.
Every attempt to focus was shattered by the relentless torment in my head.
Shit, it feels like I am going die any moment.
In that agonizing moment, just when I thought I couldn't bear the pain any longer, I suddenly felt a glimmer of relief. It was as if the excruciating agony had been dialled down a notch.
Summoning every ounce of my strength, I made another attempt to move, and to my amazement, it worked. My limbs responded, albeit weakly I was able to move my body.
I noticed everything around me was hazy and hard to see.
My eyes were blurry, and I couldn't quite make out where I was. I could sense that I was sitting on a soft surface, like a bed.
I couldn't tell for sure. But confusion coursed through me as I wondered, "Was I asleep?"
It was a perplexing thought because, in my experience, sleep should bring relief, not more pain.
As I struggled to focus, the world around me slowly started to come into view. The room was bathed in a soft, almost ethereal dim lighting.
The outlines of an unfamiliar place gradually took shape before my bleary eyes. But the pain, oh, the pain persisted, an unyielding reminder that I was not in some blissful dreamland.
I was aching, every muscle and joint a battleground of discomfort, and my head still throbbed, albeit with slightly less intensity than it had before.
The agony served as a constant, pulsating metronome, counting the moments of my awakening.
Yet amidst the uncertainty, I could discern with certainty that this was not my room.
"Where am I?" I whispered to myself, my voice hoarse and weak. The surroundings offered no immediate answers, and I was left with a growing sense of unease.
Summoning all my willpower, I attempted to rise from the bed, but it was a daunting task. It felt as though every ounce of strength had been drained from my body.
With a groan, I slowly managed to stand up, the effort leaving me breathless and weak.
The room I found myself in was surprisingly spacious. My eyes wandered, taking in the details.
A large closet stood against one wall, its doors partially open, revealing an array of neatly hung clothes. It was evident that someone had an eye for organization.
My gaze then landed on an impressive bookshelf, crammed with a multitude of books. It stretched from the floor to the ceiling, a testament to a love for knowledge and the written word.
The sheer number of volumes left me in awe, and I wondered who the avid reader in this room might be.
Opposite the bookshelf, a well-kept study table sat beneath a window. The surface was adorned with papers, pens, and an assortment of items suggesting that someone had been actively working there. It bore the marks of a diligent and purposeful individual.
In one corner of the room, I noticed a collection of gym equipment, indicating a commitment to physical fitness. Dumbbells, a treadmill and various exercise equipment were neatly arranged, and ready for use.
As I continued to explore the room, I stumbled upon a massive mirror hanging on the wall. I couldn't help but take a closer look, and my reflection stared back at me. But the image I saw left me in complete shock.
In the mirror, there stood a figure that I could hardly recognize as myself. The person before me had snow-white hair, piercing red eyes, and a well-built body. He donned a sleek black shirt that emphasized his imposing presence.
I couldn't believe my eyes, as I'd never seen a more handsome visage in my life.
Yet, the reflection was not my own. It was as if I'd stepped into another person's body.
My heart raced as I tried to comprehend the impossible sight before me.
I reached out to touch the mirror, expecting my hand simply passed through the illusion, but what I felt was cold glass.
A shiver ran down my spine.
Overwhelmed by the revelation, I lost my balance and tumbled to the ground, landing on my buttocks.
My mind raced with confusion and fear, wondering how I had transformed into this enigmatic and unfamiliar version of myself.
As I hit the ground, a sudden "ding" rang out, and a blue, translucent screen materialized before me, displaying various stats and information.
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Name : Owen Regulus
Age : 17
Race : Human
Rank : E+
Strength : 110
Defence : 96
Agility : 114
Stamina : 107
Intelligence : 354
Charm : 388
Mana Capacity : 960/960
Mana Quality : F+
Affinity : Fire, Lightning, Darkness
Profession : Swordsman Lvl. 1, Archer Lvl. 1
Techniques :
• Sword Art
1. Luminous Edge [★★★★★] {Proficiency -> Low Novice}
Skills :
1. Sense Alteration {C-}
- Inborn Skill
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My eyes widened as I fixated on the name that glowed on the screen, and disbelief washed over me. It wasn't my name. It couldn't be.
The letters on the screen formed a name that was entirely foreign to me, and I couldn't fathom how this could be possible.
As I stared at the screen, a wave of confusion and anxiety crashed over me. The room, the mirror, this screen in front of me and now this unfamiliar name—it all felt like a surreal dream.
A dream that I desperately wished would end because the alternative was too unsettling to consider.
The pain, which had been the only constant in this bewildering experience, was gone now, replaced by a sense of unreality. I reached for my cheek and pinched it, half-expecting to wake up from this bizarre nightmare.
But the sharp sting of pain was all too real, and the room around me remained unchanged. I couldn't deny the truth any longer. The evidence before me pointed to a surreal possibility: I had somehow been transmigrated into a different body, a different life.
The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. This was the kind of stuff you read in fantasy novels or watched in movies, not something that happened in real life.
I didn't want to believe it, but there was no denying the truth.
My heart raced, and a sense of both wonder and trepidation washed over me as I began to come to terms with the fact that I had, in some inexplicable way, been thrust into an entirely new existence.
I slowly rose to my feet and made my way toward the window, eager to glimpse the world outside.
With bated breath, I pulled the curtains aside and was met with an astounding sight.
Before me stretched a breathtaking panorama of a bustling cityscape. Towering skyscrapers, their windows aglow with a mesmerizing array of lights, reached toward the heavens.
It was a night view that could steal anyone's breath away. The city's brilliance painted the dark sky with a kaleidoscope of colours, and I found myself entranced by the sheer beauty of it.
I couldn't help but wonder how I had ended up in such a remarkable place. My room, or the room I now found myself in, was perched at an astonishing height—far above the ground, likely on one of the topmost floors of a towering building.
From this vantage point, I had a bird's-eye view of the world below.
As I leaned closer to the window, I could see the city's residents moving like tiny ants, going about their nocturnal lives.
The distant hum of traffic and the soft glow of streetlights added to the enchantment of the scene.
It was a world unlike any I had ever known, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the sheer grandeur of it all.
Though I was still grappling with the reality of my unexpected transmigration, the captivating view outside offered a glimmer of wonder in the midst of my confusion.
My eyes remained fixed on the captivating cityscape, but amidst my awe, I heard a notification chime.
It emanated from the smartwatch that adorned my wrist—or perhaps, it was Owen's watch. I tapped on the screen, and before my eyes, a holographic image materialized. Text appeared in front of me, delivering a message.
It read, "Congratulations. You have been accepted into the NOMA. Academic classes will commence on the 1st of March, 2455."
When I saw the word "NOMA," everything clicked in my head like a light bulb turning on. It was like a lightning bolt of realization had struck me.
Suddenly, it all became clear, and the pieces of the puzzling situation fell into place. I knew exactly which webnovel I had somehow been transported into, and even more astonishingly, I understood the character I had become.
The name, the setting, the academy – it all matched the story I'd been reading. It was like I'd stepped right into the pages of the book.
