We've all dreamed of being the hero of our own story.But in a world where everyone else feels like a background character, life can seem… dull. Empty. Meaningless.
I've always hated my past life. Every day felt like I was drifting through fog, with no purpose, no spark—just fear. Fear of dying. Fear of losing the people I care about. Fear of the unknown.
It all started back in school. I was "the funny kid," the one who tried to make everyone smile, even if it meant hiding my own pain. But eventually, people saw through me. They found my weak spots—and they tore me apart. Teasing, bullying, whispers behind my back—it was relentless. Every insult, every sneer chipped away at me, leaving nothing but insecurity.
That's when I discovered manhwa and novels. They became my escape. In those worlds, heroes never gave up. They defied fate, found unimaginable power, or discovered love in worlds kinder than my own. For a time, living through their stories was enough to make my reality bearable.
Until one day, something changed. I started feeling the urge to get reincarnated too. To break free from the chains of my own reality, to start over in a world where the rules didn't crush me so easily. But what a fool I was to think it would be that simple—unaware of what was truly coming next.
Perhaps this is just an illusion… or perhaps it's the story of how I got hit by a reality that didn't bend to my fantasies—a reality that demanded I face life as it really is.