What can possibly be the worst thing for a transmigrator?
It isn't enemies. Enemies can be beaten.
It isn't betrayal. Betrayal can be expected.
It isn't even death. Death already happened once, and you've walked past it.
No, the real nightmare is subtler.
– Someone who can see through the mask.
– Someone who can hear the thoughts you keep buried under a dozen rehearsed smirks.
– Someone who can reach past your body, past the new flesh, and touch the thing you carried over: your soul.
Because what is a transmigrator if not an intruder? An exception. A glitch stitched into another man's skin. Everything depends on playing the role, walking the tightrope, keeping the illusion intact long enough to bend the world around you instead of being crushed by it.
But against someone who can peel back that disguise?
Who can strip away the layers until only the wrongness underneath remains?
