I slowly stood up and looked around the bedroom again.
If I wanted answers, sitting here panicking wasn't going to help.
The room itself was incredibly clean and organized.
Everything had its place.
The desk was perfectly arranged.
The books on the shelf were aligned with almost unnatural precision.
Even the clothes hanging inside the wardrobe were neatly folded and categorized.
"Whoever Edward was… he was either very disciplined or extremely obsessive."
But honestly I couldn't judge him. I was a little maniac when it come to order even if I did my best to not let thing look perfect.
I still wanted thing to in arranged and order.That was a word habit of mine that my friend sometimes make fun if me but they never judged me and that was something rare considering how human was.
Either way I walked toward the bookshelf there were dozens of books stacked there.
Some looked old,others seemed recently used.Curious, I picked one up.The title was written in elegant golden letters.
Foundation of the Art and the constellation.
"…Art."So the girl earlier wasn't joking.
I flipped the book open.
The world as we know it is not what it seems.
To those who believe humanity stands at the center of existence, we are mistaken.
We are but one of the many stars that illuminate the vast sky of this universe.
This world holds countless mysteries. Far more than my short life will ever allow me to uncover.
But it is my hope that those who come after me will discover what I could not.
And perhaps… in pursuing those mysteries, they too will find happiness by following their own desires.
— Nathan Arkwright
The text in the book felt less like an introduction and more like the final words of someone nearing the end of their life.But that wasn't what caught my attention.
What truly drew my focus was the name written at the bottom of the page.
"Arkwright…"
The name lingered on my lips with a strange bitterness not because I hated it.
But because that name was the one of someone I knew.
Or rather, to be more precise—
I knew exactly who that surname belonged to.
"No… this has to be a coincidence."It had to be.Something like that was completely impossible.
With trembling hands, I placed the book back onto the shelf and quickly grabbed another one.
I needed confirmation.If my theory was correct…
Then I was in serious trouble.
The cover of the new book was much thicker.
Its title was written in bold silver letters.
History of the constellation of Arcadia
My breathing stopped for a moment.
I didn't even need to open the book.
The title alone had already confirmed my fears.
But a stubborn part of me still refused to accept the truth.
So I opened it anyway.
The first page contained a short dedication.
To my father who loved me,
To the Emperor who granted me his protection,
And to the Constellations who guided me.
I write this book in their honor, so that future generations may remember and understand the sacrifices made by their ancestors.
— Kyle Arkwright
"…Arkwright."The same name again.
As I slowly flipped through the pages, reading the text, the truth began to reveal itself piece by piece.
Every sentence.Every name.Every historical event.It was all painfully familiar.
And with every passing second, the realization grew heavier and heavier in my chest.
Clap.
I suddenly closed the book.I didn't even bother finishing it.I had already read enough.
Enough to understand the kind of mess I had fallen into.
"It seems like I got reincarnated… into the game created by my own company."
I let out a long sigh as I stared at the ceiling.
"What were the chances, huh?""What were the chances that I would end up in Arcadia of all places?"
For a long moment, I simply stared upward like an idiot.
After what felt like forever, I suddenly rushed back toward the bed and sat down heavily.
"Arcadia…"I muttered the name quietly.
Of course I knew exactly what that name meant.
It was the video game I had worked on in my previous life.
Well… worked on might be an exaggeration.
I wasn't a developer.I wasn't some genius designer and I definitely wasn't the CEO.
I was just a secondary writer in the second writing team.
My job was simple.
Whenever the main writers ran out of ideas or needed additional content, they would pass the work down to people like me.
Background lore.Side characters.Minor events.
That kind of stuff.
How ironic.
I had always been someone working in the background.
Someone easily forgotten.
And now…
I had reincarnated into the body of someone exactly like that.
Edward Arkwright.Not the protagonist.Not the main villain.Not even an important secondary character.
He was barely even a character at all.
Just a name mentioned once near the beginning of the story.
A noble who attended the Art Awakening Ceremony.
And after that…
He disappeared completely.
Actually, that wasn't entirely true.
His family name appeared again later in the story.
But Edward himself?
He was never mentioned again.
"Ah… ah… ah… ah…"
A strange laugh escaped from my mouth.
Soon it turned into full-blown laughter.
"Ahahahahaha!"
I laughed like a complete madman as memories from my previous life resurfaced one after another.
What did this even mean?Why was I reincarnated into the body of such an irrelevant extra?
And more importantly—Where the hell was my system?
Didn't people who got reincarnated usually receive some kind of system to help them survive?
You know.A goddess appears.She gives you some overpowered cheat ability.You get stronger every day.
And eventually you steal the protagonist's girls because you know the plot.
Yeah.Those kinds of stories.
I ran a hand through my hair and covered my face.
But the truth was…
"I don't want to be like them."
Yes.
I truly didn't want to become one of those idiots.
The type of people who used their knowledge of the plot to manipulate everyone around them.
Stealing relationships.
Controlling people's lives like they were nothing more than characters in a script.
That was actually one of the reasons I never became a primary writer.
Because I couldn't bring myself to write protagonists like that.
The very idea disgusted me.Using knowledge of the future to play with people's lives…
To treat them like puppets…It just felt wrong.
These people weren't characters anymore they were real just because you know everything didn't mean you have power of them.
I wanted to live that was a fact but if you wait me to steal anyone from anyone.
"Yeah... Fuck you"