The first thing I felt when I opened my eyes was a sense of wrongness.
Something wasn't right.
I didn't know the reason for this feeling until I carefully observed the room I was in.
This is not my room. In fact, I don't think the word "room" is accurate—it's more like a small house.
The bed could probably fit six people.
The room's décor was extremely strange, a stunning blend of overwhelming luxury and medieval style.
Where am I?
The last thing I remember is falling asleep in my room after killing the writer.
Was I kidnapped?
But what kind of kidnapper would put the kidnapped in a seven-star room like this?
Am I dreaming?
I pinched myself, and the sharp pain I felt confirmed I wasn't dreaming.
What is going on here?
My countless questions were interrupted by a sudden pain in my head—pain so intense that I couldn't help but let out a strange scream.
It felt like someone was hammering my head with a mallet and a metal chisel.
The thought reminded me of a man whose brain I once extracted after opening his skull with those very tools.
His boiled brain was quite delicious, especially with a touch of soy sauce.
Is that what he felt back then?
This thought was cut off by more pain.
I tried to hold myself together with all my willpower, until suddenly the pain disappeared as quickly as it had come.
I opened the eyes I had shut tight from the pain, only to be shocked by the sudden realization.
I had been transported to another world—and to be more specific, the world of the novel written by the author I killed.
The intense pain I had just felt was the rush of memories from the body's original owner—the memories of the villain in the novel: Derek Vulcan, to be more precise.
I got up from the massive bed and ran to the full-length mirror hanging in the middle of the wall.
I saw a reflection, but it wasn't mine.
These Victorian-style clothes made for princes, this extremely pale, sickly-looking face, and those crystalline blue eyes…
Perhaps this face could have been considered handsome, were it not for the massive burn scars covering the entire left side.
This damned face staring back at me in the mirror confirmed it: I had taken over the body of Derek Vulcan.
Derek was, in my opinion, a pathetic villain for several reasons.
First, because he was a cartoonish villain—I mean the clichéd kind who makes evil plans to get rid of the heroes, only to fail, then tries again, fails again, then the hero sometimes forgives him, and he returns with more evil schemes, and so on, until he and the heroes clash in a final battle where the hero kills him while Derek begs for his life.
In fact, I still remember the exact text describing Derek's death. It went like this:
"Please, don't kill me. I'm sorry. Please, I don't want to die."
"These were the last words of Derek Gerald Vulcan before the hero of the novel cut off his head.
Derek's head fell into a mixture of his blood, tears, and urine from sheer terror.
Owen, the hero, showed no emotion over Derek's death. He calmly cleaned his sword and sheathed it.
The thought of Derek's blood touching his precious blade disgusted him.
He gave one last look at Derek's headless corpse, now gathering flies, and thought: I should have done this a long time ago.
He then left the place with complete satisfaction.
Why wouldn't he be satisfied? He had rid the world of the most despicable person he'd ever met. He had done the whole world a favor by eliminating that scum."
See?
A completely pathetic death.
Derek's fate was extremely cruel.
And I must say, I'm now in a truly unenviable position.
The villain I used to mock for being lame—tonight, I've become him.
Hahaha.
I couldn't stop laughing at the realization, nor could I slow my wildly racing heartbeat.
My heart hadn't raced like this in a long time, perhaps since my first kill.
I was excited—truly excited.
How could I not be? I'm now in a magical world.
A world where magic is used in daily life like breathing.
A world filled with magical beasts.
A world where a single person can wipe out an army of millions.
In a world like this...
I am absolutely certain I'll enjoy it greatly,
certain that I'll finally say goodbye to the boredom that haunted me for so long.
In this life, in this new world,
I will enjoy my life to the fullest.
Hahaha.
I couldn't help but let out a second laugh at the thought of all the fun awaiting me.
So what if I'm in the body of garbage doomed to die in the future as a cliché villain?
All I have to do is use my knowledge of the future to avoid that fate.
There are countless treasures, artifacts, and immensely powerful technologies waiting for the heroes to claim them.
There are many people who will rise from the bottom to the top—and vice versa.
I know all the major events that will happen in this world.
And to get the greatest thrill...
I intend to take advantage of everything.
Everything!