Honestly, I'm not a narcissistic person. Seriously. I'm just a sixteen-year-old kid who happens to have rich parents. Can buy anything I want no matter how much it costs. Everyone sucks up to me to get some benefit out of me.
No one dares to bully me.
No one dares to scold me even if I do something disrespectful.
From this, it sounds like my life is pretty good, right? From your perspective, it might be, but not for me. It's really boring as hell.
It feels like I'm living in a game world on [Easy] mode, with NPCs around me who don't react to my actions. If that were true, I'd rate it a [1/10]. That's the rating this world deserves. No magic, no dragons, no kingdoms, and ABSOLUTELY NO THRILL AT ALL.
Ahem! Speaking of thrills... just earlier, I was pushing my sports bike to top speed on the highway.
It was truly exhilarating because I finally got the thrilling sensation I had been craving. Well, at least for a moment, because after that, a truck suddenly took over my lane.
I didn't have time to brake at all. Even before I hit the brakes, everything had already gone pitch black.
Now, I can't feel any part of my body anymore except for my consciousness. I've been floating in this darkness, who knows for how long...
Umm... with this, I guess I died instantly in that accident. Hehe, I didn't expect to die in such an anticlimactic way...
Anyway, forget about that. What's more important right now... suddenly my head is struck by a massive throbbing pain that feels like a nail being slowly hammered into my skull.
That constant throbbing makes me groan loudly, or at least I think it does, I don't know. The point is, it hurts so much. To the point where I regret the reckless action I took earlier.
At least for a while, because now a holographic screen has suddenly appeared in front of me, spitting out a series of information—
[Welcome to Eternal Saga!]
[Soul-to-body synchronization: 90... 100%]
[Memory inheritance: failed]
[The brain has suffered severe damage]
[You have one chance to regenerate]
[Do you wish to regenerate?]
[OK] > or < [NO]
Even though my head is struck by this massive throbbing, I can still think rationally. Earth's technology still can't create holographic screens like this. So, how could this be in front of me, hmm?
Besides that... there is a word I recognize very well on that screen, which is Eternal Saga.
Of course I know it, it's the title of my novel. Not too popular, but not unpopular either. Just a mediocre novel tucked away on a web novel platform.
Remembering it makes me giggle in amusement. By the way, a few hours before the accident happened, I was just wrestling with the readers in the comment section.
They commented that my MC was too OP and had insanely thick Plot Armor. The novel was full of Plot Holes. And my writing style, well, felt like the writing of a sixteen-year-old kid. True, though.
Yeah, those were the negative reviews and comments. There were so many of them that they drowned out the positive ones.
Then, one by one, I deleted those negative reviews and comments. Obviously, it wasn't because I couldn't take suggestions and criticism, okay?
Of course, as an author, I have to be open with my readers. It's just that I didn't like their methods... They criticized me as if my novel had to cater to their desires—it ruined the view of my novel.
Oh, come on. Do you think I write for you guys to make money? No thanks, I don't need it, I just wanted to try something new in my life.
Oh right, the pain in my head has started to subside since I pressed the [OK] button a few minutes ago.
Ah... what a relief.
A few minutes later, I could finally open my eyes! I found myself in a hospital with bandages wrapping the top of my head to the point of covering one of my eyes.
But I felt something was off. My hands didn't feel like mine, and besides, isn't it impossible for my body to still be intact after hitting speeds of over 200 KM/H? I was perfectly healthy, with only a bandage on my head.
When I reached for a mirror. The reflection there wasn't my body. Instead, it was a handsome pale-skinned young man, his face indeed didn't have a masculine structure, rather, it was soft with a sharp nose and thick eyebrows, but that was his charm. The man's sharp eyes were ocean blue. Behind the bandage covering the top of his head, shiny pitch-black hair poked out.
For a moment, I thought it was someone else, so I looked around. However, the man followed all my movements perfectly. That handsome man was me.
It does sound weird, doesn't it? But I think, I have Transmigrated. I didn't expect it either, I thought that only happened in those novels currently popular on web novel platforms.
Calling this a dream is naturally impossible. I feel all my senses normally, even the throbbing in my head is still torturing me right now. Everything feels real. I have truly transmigrated—
"Julian, you're awake?"
Turning my head, I saw a woman appear at the door. She was wearing elegant gray clothes, her pitch-black hair was neatly tied, and she had sharp blue eyes like mine. She might be around twenty-five years old. Her face had very beautiful features, even when she showed a worried expression and ran towards me.
Eh, wait... why is she running towards me? Before I could think any further, the woman did something beyond all my predictions—
She hugged me. Hugged me tightly.
"Ah miss, you—"
"I thought I was going to lose you... I'm sorry that I've been so busy lately."
The woman sobbed heavily on my shoulder.
It seemed like I was starting to understand the situation. But I didn't know what to do right now, I had never been hugged before. So, I just stayed quiet, waiting for her to calm down.
Half a minute later, a doctor came in and told the woman named Claire not to hug her little brother—which turned out to be me—for the time being because my head had just suffered a severe impact.
Speaking of impacts, it turned out I had entered my own novel in the body of someone who was supposed to die in the early chapters, namely Julian Von D'Arclaine.
A System, a new body, and a woman I didn't know—now it all made sense!
Whoaa... is this a blessing?
Looking at it from any angle, this is a blessing, right? Heh, what are the chances of someone entering a novel? Almost zero. Maybe, I'm the only one who can. Of course, that's because I deserve to get this.
All this time I had dreamed of living in a Fantasy world. And now, I am here. So, I won't waste anything anymore. I will conquer this fantasy world. Hmm, I should have the right to do that because I am the creator of this world.
Hahaha, just wait, I will shake this world!
Ahem! By the way, I've been discharged from the hospital. The doctor allowed it because the wound on my head healed quickly thanks to a mysterious regeneration effect (they didn't know what it was), so I decided to just go home.
Today and for the next few days, while waiting for my head to fully heal, I have to adapt to this castle-like house and map out my novel's world from the inside. Oh right, here I am a noble, but a low-ranking noble with Claire as the head of the family because our parents have passed away.
Oh right, don't think I'm lazy just because I only wander around the house. Of course not. I really want to train my skills in magic and swordsmanship, but Claire is very protective. She forbade me from doing anything strenuous and closed off access to my training ground, which is the library.
"Sis, I'm not a little kid anymore," I grumbled one day when Claire locked the library for the umpteenth time.
"Hmm, to me you're still little." Claire ruffled my hair with a warm smile on her face.
Honestly, I was a little happy because I had never been treated like this before—not even by my own parents. Just a little.
Going back to the past, my parents' relationship for almost a decade experienced constant tension without a bright spot.
The victim of that prolonged tension was me—their only child.
I still remember when I was seven years old, I made a drawing. A landscape drawing. Mountains, rice fields, the sun. Just ordinary, like an elementary schooler's drawing. But I was so proud. I displayed it on the fridge, hoping Mom would see it when she opened the fridge to get a drink.
A week later, that drawing was still in the same place.
I didn't know if Mom saw it or not. All I knew was, not a single word came out of her mouth about that drawing.
When I was twelve, I won the city-level Science Olympiad. I put the trophy on the dining table. So that when Dad came home late and had dinner alone, he would see it.
The next day, the trophy had already been moved to my room by the maid. The maid said, "Sorry Young Master, Madame said not to put it on the dining table, it makes it hard to place the plates."
When I was fifteen, it was the first time I wrote a short story. A story about an orphaned kid who was eventually adopted by a wealthy family. Mom read it. Dad read it—after the maid nagged him to do it. They said, "Good job, Son."
Two words.
It didn't take long before I realized that they hadn't read it to the end.
Now I have left them completely.
Hmm, I wonder what their response to my death will be? Sad until they cry? Regretful? Or will they remain dismissive? Whatever it is, I don't know and I will never know. I can only hope that they use my death as a lesson not to do the same thing to their next child, if they want one.
Now I have gained a new family who cares about me even though she is an Extra in the novel. I am happy. But honestly, if Claire keeps forbidding me from doing things, it starts to get annoying. She's getting in my way of conquering this fantasy world!
But of course, I won't give up just because of that. I have to achieve that ambition. So, I trained in magic and swordsmanship in secret.
Oh right, every time I train, I always have a regular spectator. She is a cute seven-year-old girl who is none other than my little sister, Vivienne.
"Vivi, look." I produced fire from my hand with a wide smile.
Vivienne's eyes sparkled with joy. "You're amazing, Big Brother."
This was an agreement between the two of us. Vivienne could watch me use magic; in exchange, she had to keep it a secret from Claire that I was training in magic secretly.
Before I knew it, three weeks had passed.
Claire, realizing that I had fully healed, decided to leave the house to continue her clothing business in the imperial capital.
"Bye Julian, please take care of Vivienne. Oh, and don't act recklessly again." She hugged me briefly, then walked over to my little sister and bent down to her level.
She kissed the forehead of Vivienne, whose eyes were tearing up. "Take good care of yourself."
"W-when will you be back?"
"Not long, I'll be back next week, I promise."
Realizing my little sister's eyes were tearing up, about to cry, I walked behind her, held both her shoulders, squatted down, and whispered in her ear, "Calm down Vivi, you still have me and Aunt Maria here, right?" I brought my lips closer to her ear to whisper even softer so only she and I could hear. "Since she's leaving, I can teach you magic."
"R-really?"
"Shh." I told her to be quiet.
"Hmm, what are you two whispering about?" Claire looked at us suspiciously. "Well, never mind, the important thing is Vivi isn't crying anymore."
A few minutes later, Claire got into her classic car and left while waving.
'Finally, I'm free!' I almost jumped for joy.
Now I have to seek power because in a week I will be entering the magic Academy, which is the main plot of my story.
As the Author, of course, I know how to get it easily. By taking all the monsters, items, and cheats belonging to the MC in the Amberwood Forest.
In this regard, I'll admit that my novel's Readers were right (Are you happy now, huh?). The MC is too OP. Because of that, I have to take some, or maybe... all of his rightful belongings. Of course, that is to balance things out.
Right now, I need to get ready. I've been in this world for three weeks; that means many chapters have already rolled by. So, it could be that today is the day the MC also goes to the Amberwood Forest to hunt and later accidentally finds the cheat.