"Where am I?" After losing consciousness, Ramsell finally opened his eyes to find himself staring at a white ceiling.
Feeling a sharp pain in his head, Ramsell opened and closed his eyes tightly, holding his head.
"What's going on?" Looking around the room, which exuded luxury and grandeur, he immediately felt lost.
"Agh!" The headache grew stronger, and he writhed on the bed.
Suddenly, new information flooded his mind.
They were... memories, memories that he didn't have.
For Ramsell, it was like living two lives at once, one in first person and the other in third person.
Approximately 18 years of memories had entered his head.
Even things like the first time he opened his eyes, he remembered everything.
Slowly, he stopped writhing on the bed, and instead, he saw the world with new eyes.
"So... I transmigrated into this person," Ramsell muttered, a slight smile on his lips.
Pinching his arm, he realised that this was not a dream; he had indeed transmigrated. He vividly remembered how the system spoke to him, and now he had the memories of the original bearer of his current body.
Slowly getting out of bed, the smell of alcohol overwhelmed his nostrils, but even so, he continued walking past all the bottles of alcohol scattered across the width of the room.
Finally, he had reached a mirror, looking at his reflection.
"Kael Virkninges... My new identity," he said, holding back a smile.
The reflection showed a tall, rather thin young man with pale, almost lifeless skin. His body seemed untrained, with little muscle. The only thing that stood out was his face.
"Definitely handsome," Kael admitted openly.
He was indeed handsome, with long, slightly wavy black hair that fell to his neck, greyish eyes, and sword-like eyebrows. He had a straight nose, a strong jaw, and overall, an almost perfect facial harmony. He wasn't excessively handsome, but his appearance was certainly above average.
"Damn this pale skin, I know I just came back from the dead, but I look like a zombie," Kael frowned, remembering what had happened before his transmigration.
According to his memories, the original Kael died yesterday after being poisoned, passing away in bed.
His body still seemed to have some of that poison in it, judging by his pale skin.
"But... doesn't the original Kael die later in the story at the hands of the protagonist?"
"According to the novel, he should die soon. Kael is a minor villain and one of the first to be killed by the protagonist."
Recalling the entire plot, Kael couldn't help but smack his lips. He felt a little frustrated about transmigrating into a third-rate villain, but when he saw his handsome face in the mirror, he had to admit it was a reasonable price to pay.
Sighing, Kael had new hope. "System," he called.
[DING]
[Welcome to the MILF Conqueror System, host]
The mechanical voice of the system echoed loudly in Kael's head, almost making him jump for joy.
"At least I have the system," he thought.
A strong smell of alcohol again made him wrinkle his nose. Looking at all the wine bottles scattered on the floor, Kael shook his head.
Despite his good looks, Kael was a jerk that everyone hated; even his own family gave him dirty looks... Alcoholic, servant harasser, useless, and countless other labels were given to this unfortunate villain.
But having the memories of the original Kael, he couldn't help but feel a certain injustice.
"I will take revenge for everything they have done to you," he solemnly swore. After all, he had taken his body, so he should at least do something for him — for the original Kael.
Looking at the system, he didn't think twice before uttering the words: "Status."
[Kael's Profile
Name: Kael Virkninges.
Age: 18
Level: Swordsman (Early)
Skills: Shadow Speaker (U-F) – 5%
Items: None.
Harem: None.
Strength: E
Agility: E+
Stamina: F
Intelligence: B
Charisma: B+
Mana: E]
"Not bad," Kael agreed, seeing his stats were quite good despite being a third-rate poisoned villain.
"My worst attributes are physical, and those are the easiest to train. Intelligence and charisma are almost impossible to train."
"Charisma is usually D for people with average looks. Having a B+ is pretty good, as is intelligence, which is usually E or even lower. I guess because I have practically two minds, my intelligence skyrocketed."
Looking at Mana's attribute, Kael frowned. "I think this is the only problem," he sighed.
However, there was no point in thinking about it too much. Someone had poisoned him, and now his own life was in danger, besides:
"That damn author..." he muttered, but finally sighed.
He understood that the author of Mysthic was possibly some kind of divine entity, and there was nothing he could do about it at the moment.
However, as he looked at the bottles on the floor, then at his own gaunt reflection and the window, where he could see the landscape of the world of the novel he had been reading for four years...
"If he is a god, I will become something stronger than a god. No one will stand in the way of my MILFs and me. No one will stand in the way of my happiness."
With that said, Kael smiled, a smile of genuine happiness. In his previous world, he had no parents, no family, and very few friends. His life was lonely, but he had no regrets. He had lived the life he wanted, and now, in this world, he could live a new life... a more thrilled one.
"First step, cure myself of this poison, therefore..." Just as he began to plan his next move, the system interrupted him.
[DING]
[New Mission: Save the protagonist's mother
Reward: ???]
"That almost took my breath away," he said.
Kael laughed. "I was already planning to go there, now I'm even more eager to go." With a reward at stake, he was curious about what he would receive.