"Young master, are you ready for today's blowjob?"
The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was a pair of juicy lips and a small tongue moving slickly around them.
The maid moved her hands behind her back as she pushed her tits against her skimpy outfit. She licked her lips seductively again.
"What?"
The boy blinked with a pale expression.
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"Young master?"
The maid repeated herself when she saw the young man staring at her in a daze, his eyes unfocused.
'What the hell is happening? Where am I? Is this a dream?'
His thoughts raced through his head as he tried to figure out what was going on around him.
"Um, where is this place, and who am I?"
"Young master, are you—"
"Just answer the question."
He interrupted her. He had already noticed that the maid was speaking in a strange language, yet for some reason he could understand it and even speak it fluently as well.
"You are Master Wade from the Thundercloud family, the second son of Hank Thundercloud the Great, and you are currently in the Thundercloud mansion located at the peak of Mountain—"
'Wade?' he thought. The name felt familiar, yet it didn't sound familiar. "Okay, you can leave."
He cut her off and waved his hand. He had pretended to stare at the wall, but in truth he was trying not to be distracted by the maid's outfit, and his little dragon was already rising. That was why he dismissed her immediately.
The maid's face showed a tiny hint of worry, but she bowed and quietly left without saying anything.
"Wade," he muttered. Clearly, he knew his name wasn't even close to that.
An average author who could barely afford three square meals a day, and his name was—
Silence.
He had to sit up and place both hands beside his head. When he tried recalling his former life, a sharp pain shot through his head.
"Why can't I remember my name?" he muttered. "It's—"
The harder he tried, the more pain he felt, and in the end he had to stop.
Although he couldn't recall his name, he knew very well that he was a ghost author of many books.
Wade stared at his palm. It was pale. When he looked around the room, it was filled with various nude magazines.
At that moment, his heart rate increased drastically because several possibilities about his situation flooded his mind.
Wade quickly located the bathroom. After washing his face, he stared at the mirror in confusion.
"Fuck." His heartbeat paused, but only for a few seconds. "Transmigration can't possibly be—"
Soon after, a knock sounded on the door, interrupting his discombobulation.
Even without his permission, whoever it was entered on her own.
"Wade, honey?" she said warmly.
The moment Wade stepped outside, he felt himself involuntarily yielding to her overwhelming presence.
To the point that the red-haired lady had to rush forward to prevent him from falling.
"Honey, you've caught yourself a high fever," she said. "Please have a seat. I'll order a maid to bring you a glass of water."
Wade saw how worried she was for him. He couldn't understand that because in his past life he had never experienced an ounce of affection from anyone.
Before she stood up to leave, he held her hand.
"No need to worry, son. I'll cancel your Astral Academy plans for today."
"What?" Wade felt the life drain out of him as his hands slipped away from hers, allowing her to leave.
Wade froze.
"Fuck, it can't be," he muttered. "Wade Thundercloud, son, Astral Academy… fuck, please no. How did I transmigrate into this shit? I haven't even died." His eyes suddenly felt moist.
How? Wade wasn't just a third-rate character; he was the weakest character in the novel.
His death would cause the tyrant villainess, Reisa, to erase Atlantis from the face of the earth, which was why the author made him weak.
That was his only purpose: to die.
So how the fuck did I switch places with him?
"Ah, I'm fucked… shit. I wasn't even addicted to my own novel."
Imagine inhabiting the body of a person whose main purpose was to die.
His existence was created for one purpose and one moment only: to die.
The reason he hadn't figured it out earlier was because of the name.
Wade Thundercloud. The name was so insignificant in the novel that even he, the author, barely remembered it.
His name was only mentioned when Lady Reisa made it clear how much she loved him and how she was ready to tear the world apart because of his death.
And he wasn't related to Reisa by blood. He was the adopted son among the three brothers. He was also the youngest and weakest.
Even though he was the most loved, that didn't matter right now.
For something that was supposed to happen in a few arcs, Wade seemed to be feeling the effects already.
His heart felt like it had stopped, and his vision turned blurry.
"Just how the fuck—"
Thwak.
In his frantic disorientation, he slammed his fist against the wall so hard that his hand started bleeding.
The wall barely cracked. After all, he was weak—very weak.
All of a sudden.
The smartphone near his bed beeped. Though his hand was bleeding, Wade barely felt the pain.
When he picked up the phone, he saw a message.
-[Hey, I hope I got the right person. You're formerly known as James Arthur, right?]-
Adding to his confusion was the name. All of a sudden, he was certain that James Arthur was his name.
There was a reply option. Though he hesitated, Wade eventually confirmed the person's assumption.
-[Good, hahaha, yes. So you clearly know you're fucked now, hahaha. I mean, imagine knowing your only purpose is to die. Hahaha. Alright, this is actually funny now.]-
Wade blinked.
"I don't understand… why?"
That was what he asked whoever was chatting with him.
-[Why? You prick. You wrote this shit yourself. After I died, I begged God to switch places with my creator. I guess that's you, prick. You're Wade now.]-
Wade felt his consciousness slipping. And the next message made his face turn pale.
-[And your only purpose now is to die. Good luck.]-