"Fuck you! You worthless son of a bitch!"
I looked at my reflection in front of a hanging mirror, seeing a repulsive, arrogant face that was nothing but punchable.
It was not my real self; it was the third-rate extra from the novel, Hero's Apocalypse, named Lugh of the Eshu fallen noble family.
However, as I was re-reading this novel on my way home, truck-kun did its job in sending me into this realm.
Life was shit anyway, so there was no problem.
It was for the better, in fact. I would get to experience fantastical stuff that couldn't be found on shitty Earth that needed to be reset.
I had no family. I was already discharged from the orphanage after reaching the legal age, so I ended up fending for myself, was then conscripted in the military, and again ended up alone in a garbage single apartment.
I was either gaming or reading all day long; it was such purposeless days.
I had no girl. No, I'm not into men.
If someone thought so, get them checked into a psychiatric ward.
It's just that every girl I happened to take an interest in… liked scissors more than a lightning rod.
What a fucking luck.
"Fucking bastard! Fuck!"
Bang!
Bang!
Crash!
I swung twice at the mirror in front of me, leaving my fist bloodied. But my mind produced so much adrenaline that I could not feel the pain, even with the miniature glass shards embedded in my skin.
I said my life was shit anyway… so there was no problem and it was better this way, like how readers such as myself sometimes wished they'd get transmigrated or reincarnated to another world where magic or other fantastical elements exists.
Though perhaps what they truly wanted to see was the body of a hot elf or a transferred school girl who thought no one could understand her speaking Russian.
All sorts of fiction.
All sorts of desires.
There was no problem in transmigrating or reincarnating in the right fantasy world.
Oh, how I wish that were true.
Of all the damn characters in this novel, it had to be the one who committed treason by attempting to sexually assault the Imperial Princess, who happened to attend the one and only Hero Academy.
"I guess you want to go out after fulfilling your selfish desire, huh. Damn bastard."
Considering this was how the original owner pathetically died, at the table in his dorm room alone with loneliness, it would only mean I was not part of the main storyline anymore, moving forward.
"It means the main story will continue true to its end without me in the equation…" I muttered, my heart remained palpitating because of the original owner's sin.
"That's only if I am found dead in this very room based on the story."
But that was not the case anymore.
With my transmigration, causing the survival of this character, the story's already skewed. Even then, I'd be stupid to just let the imperial knights get to me for the sake of this damn story to remain in its course.
I could not let that happen.
Fuck the author.
I guessed writing a 'good' ending proved to be one of the most challenging tasks for an author.
"This story has a shitty ending."
Knock, knock!
My tumultuous thoughts were disrupted as I instinctively glanced at the door, hearing a few knocks behind it.
'It was not forceful knocks? Either way, I don't have much time.'
I didn't respond; it was already the middle of the night, so I found this suspicious.
Also, the fact that the original owner of this identity killed himself meant that the attempted sexual assault only happened recently, maybe even just a few minutes ago.
If these were the imperial knights, knocking wouldn't be an option.
But it must mean that they were probably on the way in this room, at this moment.
"Lugh, it's Maya."
Maya?
I recognized that name; she's one of the genius magicians of the new generation in this academy. However, she's a bitch.
Pondering for a moment, I suddenly realized that this interaction was something not written in the original story.
[Lugh of the Eshu fallen noble family was found dead in his dorm room in the middle of the night – it was the only way to avoid the transgression he had committed against the Imperial Princess of the Holy Empire...]
"What do you want? Let me sleep, will you?!"
Reputation-wise, the attitude of this character was similar to that of a thug. Knowing that, the genius magician behind the door didn't find it surprising. Instead, she responded with the same level… or even greater intensity.
"You arrogant son of the fallen noble family. Should I cut off your filthy tongue?! Don't tell me you already forgot what you commissioned me yesterday morning?! Come out! Or I'll chain the shit out of you until your limbs break!"
'The original owner did what? What the hell is she mumbling about?'
Considering the situation, and having a rough guess of her temper, I carefully opened the door.
Peeking through the gap, I saw a teenage girl with crossed arms; her expression was telling… that I was nearing hitting the rock bottom of her thread-like patience. However, I was momentarily mesmerized by her appearance.
It was a character that came to life.
I mean, was there even a reader who had not wished at least once to see with their own eyes a character that only existed from one's imagination?
Heterochromic pair of eyes—an amethyst-like gem on the left; glistening sapphire on the right. Her waist-length dark hair was smooth, and her body enveloped with fair skin was something that most men would desire.
Not me though. She's a damn kid.
"What the fuck? Quit staring! Are you really a pervert or something? Put on a shirt! No, whatever. Here's what you commissioned. I hope you won't go back to your word or I'll torture you until you beg for your death."
I subconsciously extended my hand and grabbed a 'scroll' in her grasp.
'What could this be?' I muttered inwardly.
Meanwhile, Maya snapped her fingers, prompting a magic circle below her feet to appear.
In an instant, she vanished into thin air.
However, before she disintegrated into nothingness, I heard inexplicable words that did not exist in the original story.
"You owe me one. Remember that."
*
Before I could process what Maya had just said, heavy footsteps of the imperial knights were heard throughout the academy, within its premises, and throughout its perimeters.
Every student in their respective dorm rooms was inevitably awoken at this cold midnight, their expressions either fearful or confused.
For some, it was both.
I was surrounded.
The guillotine of judgment was nearing.
Until I opened the scroll that the original owner of this body had commissioned to Maya.
I couldn't comprehend the runic characters and magical engravings on it.
Yet maybe because the original owner could, even if this was unfamiliar territory, I indescribably understood what this item was supposed to be.
It was a contingency.
Or maybe what was already promised considering my peculiar interaction with Maya.
I mumbled the name of the magic scroll in disbelief.
It was my escape plan to avoid the Grim Reaper's reach.