My breathing trembles. My vision distorts for a moment.
My mind is so chaotic I wish this wasn't real. To think everything I've done was someone's arrangement.
And for the worse. Wait, then what about my body?
"My body...."
"Don't worry. I'll make good use of your body."
Did he even take my body? A hollow laugh escaped me.
As if tackling my thoughts, Grant denied it.
"Let's be precise. That body originally belonged to Lucian Vane. Its ownership was merely transferred to you, the Transmigrator."
"But many of the things I did with that body were by my own will!"
"What does that mean? In the end, weren't you just Lucian, licking the bottom in Earth?"
It was an undeniable truth. Though most web novel protagonists are like that.
A guy who couldn't do anything in reality.
Saying they overcame death, died once, had a reason for revenge, had to return to Earth, and so on.
For various reasons, they eventually encounter fortuitous opportunities and grow stronger.
