"what the hell" a boy shouted. His eyes gleamed in fear, as he motionlessly watched a truck moving with ridiculous speed in his direction.
He wanted to move, but couldn't. He wanted to get out of the way of the truck, but he can't even move his body out of fear.
"Crash"
His eyes widened as truck struck him hard, sending him flying. With a 'thud' he hit ground, a few meters ahead where he was standing, a moment ago.
He felt nothing,no pain. He just felt a warm sensation. Blood started to pour out of his head.
People gathered near him, but no one tried to help. Everyone stared at his fractured body, while he was bleeding to death.
Under pitiful gazes, a smile appeared on his face. He knew no one will step forward for him. He was aware of nature of the humanity.
He was an orphan, with nothing, no money, no family and no friends, an absolute dead weight. He loved to read novels in his free time. He worked as manual labor even though his physical condition wasn't good. He didn't wanted to do this but he had to do this, to earn money.
Even though he graduated from a normal university but his grades were best out of his peers. But even then he wasn't able to get a decent job. Until now, he was barely suffering this 'curse' like life.
' So this is how it's gonna end?huh' he thought as shifted his gaze to the sky.
' it's beautiful, I really wanted to see beyond the sky.' he thought, closing his eyes.
Expecting to 'rest in peace'.
He opened his eyes and was shocked by the sight. The first thing he saw was white ceiling. He observed his surrounding's. He was in white room, like one in the hospital but he wasn't sure. As he observed , he realized he laying on white bed. He saw different medical equipment.
Now he was sure that he was in a hospital. But something was different, he wasn't feeling the same as ever.
As he scrutinized his body his eyes widened in fear and disbelief. ' what's going on ' he thought. This wasn't his body. His body was like 17 years old somehow.
At the moment something struck in his head out of nowhere. It was like someone was hammering a set of new memories in his existence. He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, clearly not wanting to shout because of pain.
He clenched his fists hard enough to cause them to bleed. He laid straight on beb as he looked at the ceiling a look of agony in his eyes.
After sometime the pain was gone.
He looked at ceiling as he was staring at nothing ness it self with a look of disbelief, confusion and most excitement in his eyes.
A wast amount of memories flooded in his head. After sometime of observation he reached the conclusion that he had died in accident. Then transmigrated in a novel he had loved in his former life.
He was in the world of a famous novel solo leveling.
All of the disbilef and curiosity was displaced by excitement.
Not only he was in a a novel he had loved once, but also in the body of the main character 'seong jin-woo'.
Jin-woo was here because he went to a dungeon. Which unfortunately was double dungeon. There most people lost their lives and most just ran away for their lives but there was also people who wanted to help him out.
For the sake of their lives, jin-woo decided to stay behind to sacrifice himself. He also lost his one leg.but miraculously he was safe and sound now.
But he knew all of this because he had read the novel thirty times. He also knew who saved him wasn't humans and the double dungeon was a trial for seong jin-woo. He had passed the trial, now the time was for reward.
" Status window" he called out.
Suddenly a black coloured screen appeared before him.
At the time he was excited to see what real seong jin-woo was surprised after seeing.