What would your reaction be if, after a peaceful night's sleep, you woke up only to discover that you were not in your own room?
For me, fear instantly painted itself across my face.
"Kidnapped…" I muttered under my breath, my voice trembling. "No… no… if I were kidnapped, they would've tied me up."
I forced myself to think, my mind racing, as my eyes scanned the unfamiliar surroundings. The room looked like it belonged in the 90s—old wooden furniture, faded wallpaper, a faint smell of dust lingering in the air.
Heart pounding, I pushed myself off the bed and cautiously approached the door. Just as my hand reached out for the handle, I froze.
A mirror stood beside the door, and in it… I saw myself.
But it wasn't me.
"This… this isn't me…" I whispered in horror, staring at the reflection of a stranger wearing my fear.
"Holy shit!" I shouted, stumbling back. My panic only deepened as glowing words began to etch themselves onto the mirror's surface, as if an unseen hand was writing them:
"Hello, Lucas. Welcome to the Twilight movie world. From now on, this world is yours… because you died in your previous one.
– God"
"M-Motherf—so God actually transmigrated me?!" I exclaimed, clutching my head in disbelief. "But… why? Shouldn't I have gone to heaven?"
Suddenly, a sharp, searing pain exploded in my head. "Arghhhh…!" I screamed as a flood of foreign memories crashed into my mind, dragging me into unconsciousness.
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An hour later, I slowly regained consciousness, my head throbbing but now filled with vivid memories that were not mine.
This body… it belonged to a boy named Lucas Brightsun. An orphan, just like me. But unlike me, he once had a family—until a tragic plane crash left him completely alone.
He was 16 years old, with long black hair tipped in crimson red, strikingly handsome features, and a unique red flame-shaped birthmark on the left side of his forehead.
I stared at my reflection again, this time with a mix of wonder.
"If I have his body and his experience as my template," I said with newfound confidence, "then living in this world might not be so bad. I can survive—even if the butterfly flaps its wings and changes fate."
A grin tugged at my lips as a surge of power coursed through me. The abilities I'd been granted were beyond extraordinary—the strength of Yoriichi Tsugikuni, the legendary and strongest demon slayer.
"And… the Sun Breathing technique… it's all in my head," I whispered, awe-struck.
Then, unable to contain my excitement, I threw my head back and laughed.
"Hahaha! This… this feels like a dream!"