Ohh... Shit, that hurts."
"What's this nuance... Where is it coming from?"
"Haaaa..."
Aric curled up, arms wrapped tight over his head, hands pressing firmly against his ears.
His back shivered as if there was an earthquake.
His vision got blurry; the more he resisted sleep, the more it hurt. Hearing the voice that felt nauseating, he stopped resisting and lay down on the ground. The moment his head slammed against the floor, he lost consciousness.
Whispering,
"Shit... I got transmigrated."
He closed his eyes. His hands relaxed on the ground.
The one and only thing he remembered was a massive crystal, enormous enough to fill a whole living room, towering beneath the palace hall's vaulted ceiling—glowing faintly, pulsing like the heartbeat of the fortress itself.
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He was dreaming about his past. His heart was beating fast. In his dream, he was jogging along an elongated, straight path. The dark engulfed the area. Even though he knew there was no other path except this one.
The sides were full of dark clouds, with no clue what was behind them—or if they were even clouds themselves.
The clouds looked more like a black mist roaming around, though never passing the sides of the endless path he was jogging.
His vision honed to a fine point, like trying to glimpse in near-total darkness.
He sprinted as fast as he could, as if the light was pulling him toward itself. Not necessarily pulling him—he almost felt as if something was calling him there.
The more he ran, the more drained he felt, but his efforts were never for nothing; he saw a human body trapped inside. He got even faster to see it. The body image was getting more and more vivid.
Suddenly, the body trapped inside, floating in the middle of the light, turned its head around jerkily, just like a person with torticollis.
His eyes gleamed red from afar. Aric stopped rushing; if anything, he turned around, falling to the ground, running back.
The road shattered in an instant beneath him.
"Did it reach me? No... no... nooo!" he cried out, collapsing.
He wasn't just failing—he saw himself drifting farther and farther away from the light, swallowed by darkness.
When his lower back streaked the ground, his back cracked, suffocating him as he gripped his hands. Just when he bounced back...
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He woke up from the dream. He was in a comfy bed. He checked his back, his face, and his hands… everything left him confused. His brain was running on autopilot. He didn't know what to do or say, so he lay back.
So I got transmigrated... Damn, it's good. I like it. It's good.
As of now, he was the prince of this kingdom, and his name was Aric Throne.
I guess God loves me in this world to put me in the spotlight as a prince. Finally, my years of studying politics are going to pay off.
Come to think of it, he was just a jerk-ass prince in this world. The owner of the body had a maid who washed him.
How lazy could he be to begin with? The maids and guards at the palace all had the same opinion about him; they even gave him a nickname: "the worthless."
Of course, he had been called the worthless a million times on Earth; it didn't even surprise him.
What he was thinking about was how he would live a wonderful life.
Well, having his own business—what else? I mean, it is a fantasy world. Though it is still possible for him to try something online.
He never thought in his life he would enter a perfect world with an Isekai vibe, but already-developed technology.
It must be true, then. I will be able to see and communicate with the people online. I must create something online to make the generation obsessed with it.
Social media would be great. Yes, he needed social media. It might take a while, but once it was done, he was going to play some games with the citizens.
He stood up from his bed, looking tired. As he stepped on his left leg, his back fractured; he immediately fell back on the bed.
The body he used now and this one weren't the same. He glanced at the roof. The design was mesmerizing. He looked around, moving his head. The walls had stars crafted on them, shining.
So that big dumb didn't even notice this… what a shame. Should I be proud to take over his body or feel dumb?
He turned on his chest and slept. He didn't call for help nor did he move; he just slept there doing nothing.
After some time, the door knocked.
Before he even heard it, he felt a weird sensation he knew but had never experienced.
He sensed the presence of someone. That particular person had an aura beyond imagination. Vivid images formed in his head: someone with long hair and a muscular body, gigantic, is how he would put it.
The door opened. Aric got excited to see who it was. It turned out to be Eamon Riel, the powerful guidance of the royal family.
He was a walking recorded book. He knew almost everything. That's why he was always chosen as the guardian and guide of a royal family member until age 18.
Now all he had to do is massage my long aching back. His body is so muscular he can grab my head and still hold me.
"Young master, what happened...?"
He looked at him, hanging on the side of the bed, sleeping on his chest.
Even though he was confused how quiet Aric was, despite his worthless, lousy mouth.
Aric, on the other hand, didn't want to seem too different out of nowhere. He clung to his face, then looked at the guidance.
"What are you doing? Just looking at me?"
The guidancer thought something had happened to Aric for him to be a bit different than usual.
Nope, guess you never change, do ya, young master.
"Just hurry up and check my back. I think it's fractured," a pale face drawn into concern.
"How did this even happen? Why didn't you ask for help?" The guidancer, Eamon, loses his tie. He yanked at the cuff until the button popped open.
"Because I'm suffocating over here..." His voice was roaring as he was talking while resting his face on the comfort.
Eamon gently pressed his hands against Aric's back, slowly searching for fractured ribs.
He tried to check, but nothing had actually happened. He checked again and again.
He pressed his lower back and rode his hand to his broad shoulders.
Aric felt it. His pain swept away with the breeze. He stood up.
"Yoo... I was healed completely. Feels good."
The guidancer walked out of the house, laughing.
"Hmm..."
This world feels so familiar. The central crystal. The guidancer...
I get it finally. I remember this weird feeling; it feels the same as when I read this webnovel that I'm in.
Wait… what was the name?
The Profession's War.
It revolved around four heroes reincarnated in this world. Their reincarnation was mostly focused on this one contest in the webnovel named The Modern Professions in Another World. The novel was exclusive to Webnovel, so there was no other way but to sit down and read it there.
As he read the novel, he got more and more confused. At that time, he was an elementary school kid.
The idea was so good: the influencer vs the doctor vs the programmer and the professor.
These people are the main characters sent to this world in four different kingdoms.
Each of the four kingdoms were rivals to each other, and there was a lot of bloodshed between them.
Who was the best? What excites them?
There were four gods as well, who wanted them to fight for their own entertainment purposes, but the one and only true God created The Watcher.
Perplexing concept, leaving me with only one question: which profession will outshine its kingdom?
Of course, it's mine. Politics is my profession. The more I think about it, the more I will cook the whole novel.
Still, I don't know why, of all people, I would be transmigrated as this good-for-nothing prince, but I'm at least grateful I have power and authority from birth, which I only dreamed of in my past life.
Now I can change my own history. In my past life, no matter what I did, I was always barred by the higher-ups.
Now I'm the higher-up.
He opened his closet. Inside, there were various clothes he wanted to try. He pulled out one white oversized shirt.
As he wore it:
Well, that doesn't matter. What I have to do is simply get rid of the barbarian. Twenty minutes later, a barbarian with a very good role in the influencer's plans will come to me inside the castle.
When he read the novel, he remembered he stopped at chapter ten, when this useless prince was being tested for the devil's vessel. Too bad he didn't know what would happen after this. The moment he got transmigrated, it was the moment they tested him for being a vessel or not.
Well, as far as it goes, the test came back positive.
Well then, I'm a devil's vessel. Wonder if it is the extra devil or the extra profession.