"Finally! My two years of research paid off!" I exclaimed in excitement.

I took off my goggles and held the chemical substance I made in front of me. It was a chemical test tube filled with the gateway to transmigration! After melting the philosopher's stone into liquid and adding some secret ingredients, I was sure that this substance would lead to transmigration!

Without hesitation, I drank the chemical and waited for my glorious transmigration. But nothing happened.

"Ughh, another failure!" I shouted.

My name is Jake Blair, a 24-year-old scientist who dreams of discovering the secret to transmigration/reincarnation/rebirth. My research all started when I came across reincarnation novels when I was still a student in college. My obsession with reincarnation novels lead me to write my novel named, "End of the World Love."

After my experiment failed, I got off of work and walked home.

Before I knew what happened, I saw a truck speeding towards me. The truck crashed into me, and I felt myself flying a couple of feet. I landed hard on the cement and felt blood seeping out of my head onto the cement.

I heard bystanders call for help. Soon, my world turned black.

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I woke up in a hospital bed. I groaned in pain as I sat up.

"He is awake, quick! Call the doctor!" A nurse yelled as she rushed out of the room.

I stared at her in confusion. Was I mistaken? I thought the truck killed me?

I gasped. Did my chemical work? Did I transmigrate?

After a few minutes, an old man with gray hair entered my room.

"Hello, my name is Doctor Dick." The doctor told me.

"Do I have any broken bones from the truck crashing into me?" I asked.

The doctor's face scrunched up in confusion.

"What are you talking about, you are here because of your illness. Are you alright?" Doctor Dick asked me.

Illness? That can't be right. I was sure I was hit by a truck.

"Is there some misunderstanding? I remember a truck crashing into me, and I know for a fact that I never had any illness."

The doctor frowned.

"Your illness has gotten worse, Orion." The doctor's voice said with a hint of sadness.

"What did you just call me? Orion? My name is Jake Blair!"

The doctor's eyes widened.

"I think you may have amnesia!" The doctor said.

"No, I don't! My name is Jake Blair, a 24-year-old scientist!"

"Young man, your name is Orion Pierce and you are 21 years old."

What did he just say? Orion Pierce?!?

As in the villain of my novel that I wrote on a whim, "End of the World Love,"?

Don't tell me...Did I transmigrate into my novel as the Final Boss?

Fuck!!!