Dave's POV
I never thought I would wake up in another world. Not once in my life did that idea feel real, or even possible. If someone had evert told me such things happen, I would have laughed in their face.
The night in my normal world had been normal. Too normal. I was celebrating a multi-million dollar deal with my coworkers after work, drinking more than I should have, laughing at jokes I wouldn't remember in the morning. I remember thinking I'd regret it when I woke up. I just didn't expect this kind of regret.
When I opened my eyes, my head was heavy, like my thoughts were moving through mud. For a few seconds, I didn't question anything. I thought I was still drunk, still half dreaming. Then sensation hit me, sharp and wrong, and my body reacted before my mind caught up.
I could feel someone on my dick.
I jolted fully awake when I realized there was a naked woman between my legs, sucking the life out of my dick. She was clearly focused on me, acting like this was normal, like we'd done this a hundred times before. My stomach dropped. This wasn't how I went to sleep. This wasn't anyone I recognized.
"What the fuck?" I shoved her away hard enough that she stumbled back on the bed.
She looked up at me, surprised but not scared. She wiped her mouth like I'd just interrupted a casual conversation. "Was I not good enough?" she asked calmly. "Is that why you stopped me?"
My heart was pounding. "Who are you?" I snapped. "What are you doing here? How did you get into my room?"
I scanned the space, panic crawling up my spine. This felt wrong in every possible way. My first thought was that I was being set up, or robbed, or filmed. Some kind of nightmare scenario you hear about online.
Instead of answering, she slowly ran her hands over herself, like she was trying to reassure me. "I can do better," she said, her voice soft and confident, like she truly believed that was the problem.
I tore my eyes away and stood up, grabbing the bedsheet and wrapping it around my waist. My hands were shaking, and that scared me more than anything. I wasn't the kind of guy who panicked easily.
That's when I really looked around.
This wasn't my room.
I told myself I was still dreaming.
That had to be it. There was no other explanation. You don't just go to sleep in a normal, modern apartment and wake up in a room bigger than the entire place you rent. This room could my apartment and still have space left over.
I took a few slow steps forward, the sheet clutched tight around my waist, and looked around properly. The place was clean and sharp in a way that felt unreal. Everything looked sleek, polished, almost too perfect—like something pulled straight out of a high-budget movie instead of real life.
I walked to the windows and grabbed the heavy curtains.
When I pulled them open, my breath caught.
The windows stretched from the floor all the way to the ceiling. Not fake panels. Real glass. Sunlight flooded in, bright and warm, revealing a view that made no sense at all—wide streets far below, tall structures that didn't match any city I knew, and a skyline that felt… wrong. Too grand. Too unfamiliar.
That was the moment it finally hit me.
I wasn't in my world.
"I… I'm not dreaming," I whispered.
Behind me, I heard her voice again, softer this time. "What did I do wrong?"
I turned before I could stop myself—and immediately regretted it.
She was still naked, holding herself like she was trying to cover up and failing badly. I snapped my gaze away so fast it almost hurt. "Stop," I said sharply. "Just—get dressed. Now. And get out."
There was a pause. Then, quietly, "Why?"
I clenched my jaw. Was this woman serious? "Because none of this makes sense," I said. "And you still haven't answered my questions."
She sounded genuinely confused. "We hooked up," she said. "You invited me here. We spent the night together."
I froze.
She went on, like she was talking about something obvious. She said it had been the best night she'd ever had. Said she'd heard rumors about me before, about my sex drive, about how I was in bed—and that every word had been true.
I couldn't speak.
I didn't remember her. I didn't remember inviting anyone.
Then pain exploded in my head.
I gasped and grabbed my skull as something tore through my thoughts. Images flashed through my mind—clear, sharp, and absolutely not mine. Lot of memories that don't belong to me. A life I'd never lived.
The last memory hit hardest—the one she was talking about—and my knees gave out.
I collapsed to the floor.
I heard her rush toward me, panic in her voice, still naked, calling my name like she knew me. I forced myself to push up, breathing hard. "Get out," I said through clenched teeth. "Now. I'm not repeating myself."
She hesitated, then finally stepped back. "Okay," she said slowly, clearly shaken. "I don't understand… but I'll go."
She paused at the door. "I'll leave my number," she added. "When you want me again, I'm always ready."
The door closed behind her.
I stayed there on the floor, staring at nothing, my head still pounding.
Those memories were real. I could feel it.
They didn't fade like dreams. They settled into my head like they had always been there. As I pushed myself up, I realized I knew where everything was without thinking. My feet carried me across the room on their own.
Bathroom.
The bathroom was massive, all sleek machinery and glass, clean and cold. I stepped up to the mirror and froze.
The face staring back at me was mine.
But something felt off. Like I was wearing my own skin wrong.
I gripped the sink and breathed slowly. More memories surfaced.
A name echoed clearly in my head now. I am from Moreno.
The Moreno family. Powerful. Rich. Feared. Respected.
I wasn't an only child here. I had a younger brother—one year younger than me. We were competitive, reckless. Our mother died giving birth to him, and our father raised us alone. A hard man. A man who expected strength and obedience above everything else.
And then there was the part that made my stomach twist.
Both of us were known for the same thing. We used people. Slept around. Took what we wanted and walked away without looking back. Women were never meant to stay. That was how it had always been in these memories.
But why?
Why was I here, inside this life, carrying someone else's life?
"What the hell is happening to me?" I muttered.
Then a voice answered.
"You have been transmigrated."
The voice didn't come from my head.
I spun around, heart slamming against my ribs, nearly slipping on the polished floor. "Shit!" I shouted, backing away instinctively.
Something hovered behind me.
It looked human, but smaller, its body faintly glowing. Four blue wings spread from its back, translucent and sharp like they were made of light instead of flesh. Its eyes were calm.
"What the fuck are you?" I demanded.
The creature didn't react to my tone. "I am you guide," it said evenly. "And you are to start your first quest."