He scanned the room, taking in the intricate carvings on the walls, the velvet drapes, and the ornate furniture. It looked like a noble’s private suite. Elegant, expensive, and completely unfamiliar.
He blinked his eyes few tis. Exhale softly.
"It’s beautiful chmaber." He muttered.
Still confused, he swung his legs off the bed and stood up, his bare feet sinking slightly into the plush carpet. He walked to the nearest window and pulled aside the curtains. What he saw made him freeze.
Outside stood a grand mansion—massive, European in style, with arched roofs, stone balconies, and a sprawling garden below.
Sunlight bathed the landscape in a serene glow. "This... isn’t the Hollow," he whispered. Wherever he was now, it was nothing like the world he knew.
Well, it seed he was in the ho of a noble. But then sothing hit him, sothing he hadn’t considered until now.
Why did he feel so weak?
He looked down at his hands. They were thinner, smoother, and unnaturally clean.
"Wait... these aren’t my hands! What happened"
Panic rising, he rushed toward the mirror standing in the corner of the room near the window. He stared at the reflection.
A young man. Around twenty years old, with dark black blck hair and violet-colored eyes stared back at him. He was undeniably handso.
And it was his reflection. He stare at his reflection with wide shocked eyes.
"Did I seriously possess soone else’s body after dying...?"
It slowly began to make sense. He’d been transmigrated. Just like those anis and novels he used to binge back in his teenage years.
"Seriously? What kind of nonsense is this? After all those years of training and fighting... I finally beca strong, only to die and wake up as a weak young noble?" he muttered, clearly annoyed. What could be more sadder thing than this? Getting weak again? This looked like the worst thing possible.
It was not like his life was so bad. He was happy. Despite being little reckless, he still enjoyed it.
Still, he couldn’t deny the truth. He was alive again. He’d been given another chance.
"But... am I still in my world? Or is this another one entirely?"
He pondered for a mont, then decided the best course of action was to gather information. Starting with learning about this new body he now inhabited.
Honestly it was still hard to belive that he was actually transmigrated. But again, lot of impossible things had already happened in his world.
One day suddenly unknown portal gates appeared. Monsters get out of it. Attacking everyone. But after that humans also awakened so mysterious powers. Giving them chance to fight against those monsters.
For now he pushed the thought of his past world aside. He goes to the place which looked like bathroom of this room.
After heading into the unnecessarily large and luxurious bathroom, he washed up and changed into a black suit embroidered with intricate silver patterns along the sleeves. The trousers matched, giving him the look of a proper high-born gentleman.
All suits in cupboard were like this. He got no choice but wore one of them.
He glanced into the mirror again and couldn’t help but admit it.
"I do look quite handso... well, at least compared to my past life." He continued to observe his own appearance multiple ti.
A soft knock interrupted his thoughts.
"Young master, may I co in?" ca the sweet voice of a woman from the other side of the door.
’Is she a servant?’ He thought.
"Yes, you may enter," he replied, trying to sound calm and composed.
The door opened, and a beautiful young woman stepped inside. Her dark brown hair was tied neatly in a bun, and she wore a Victorian-style maid outfit. She had ample breasts.
Her diamond-shaped face was frad by soft features, and her clear blue eyes shone with grace and curiosity. Her skin was porcelain white and looked soft to the touch.
She looked at him with respect.
"It seems you have gotten ready, young master. It’s unsuall for you to get ready by yourself so early," she said in respectful tone. But her eyes were clearly little surprised.
He blinked his eyes. If she was calling him young master, then its natural for her to be respectful? But if felt weird for him. People used to talk respectfully to him in past life...but he don’t rembered soone calling him young master before.
For so reason, she did feel familiar to him.
Was he close to her? He ant the person before he took this body.
"Cough!"
He coughed and cleared his throat.
"Cough!" He cleared his throat again, trying to compose himself before saying sothing out of place.
The maid raised an eyebrow at his awkwardness but didn’t comnt. She simply stepped forward, adjusting the curtains to let in more sunlight.
"Breakfast is ready, young master," she said, placing her hands neatly in front of her. "Madam requested your presence in the dining hall as soon as you wake."
"Madam...?" he echoed before catching himself. "Ah, right. Of course."
He had no idea who she was referring to, but if she was this respectful, that "Madam" was probably soone important. Perhaps the lady of the house.
But then he frowned. What was his na in this world. That was the biggest question right now. Though it didn’t take much ti to know his na.
The maid gave him a curious look. She felt her young master was acting weird today. "Are you feeling well, young master Azael?"
His breath caught. Azael. So that was his new na.
She must have mistaken his confusion for fatigue because her tone softened. "You shouldn’t push yourself. Madam would scold if you fainted again."
Again?
So this body had fainted before too? That must be why he was able to take it over. It was dying when his soul entered.
He managed a small nod. "I’m fine. Just... felt dizzy for a mont."
She smiled faintly, and for a second, he thought he saw genuine warmth in her eyes. "That’s good. Please co to the dining hall then, young master."
Ethan– now Azael. He really thought that this situation feels very cliche.
But what can he do?
He don’t rembered much. So,he just followed the maid.
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