A sweet floral fragrance that is slightly fruity permeated the air and assaulted Jamal's nose. The scent was delicate and sweet, like a creamy custard. He hated custards.
He took a whiff of the scent, then another before he slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes took in his surroundings, and Jamal sat up in a panic.
He could not be kidnapped, right? As a six feet tall male in the prime of his life, he was not the usual target for kidnappers. Besides, he was no rich enough for kidnappers to target, nor had he signed with any club, so there was no rich board to pay his ramson.
When there was nothing to gain, nobody bothers.
With that thought, Jamal scanned the room. It was so elegantly designed.
Velvet pink and white drapes fell alongside the large door that led to a beautiful balcony outside.
The rug looked like the softest flooring that he had ever seen. He bent down and touched it. It was like cotton candy, so soft that it did not feel real.
So basically a rich, probably spoiled female fan. He did not know whether being kidnapped for money or by a rich obsessed fan, which of the two was better?
The moment he turned and caught sight of the image before him, his heart skipped.
The man standing before him was massive, he was tall and muscular. His height towered over Jamal's six feet. His skin was a warm shade of olive and his long sleek black hair was swept back from his face, coiled into a low ponytail.
He was very attractive, his facial features were sharp as if carved from marble, and the only imperfection on his face seemed to be a sharp scar in an X shape. To Jamal, it was not an imperfection at all, it rather gave a wild, roughish element to the rather elegant face.
The man seemed to be wearing contacts as his mesmerizing eyes were a lilac colour that seemed to glow like there was a permanent light on them.
He was topless and a gorgeous eight pack rolled over his stomach into a pair of black trousers where a prominent bulge captured all attention.
Jamal swallowed, then swallowed again. For a moment, he forgot all about being kidnapped.
He was a top but if it was this specimen before him, he did not mind making an exception.
No, he did not mind making several exceptions. He could feel his throat dry up when suddenly a blinding headache assaulted him.
He did not have time to say a word as his head felt like two heavy hammers had struck on it simultaneously.
Jamal knelt down as he gripped his head. He had never experienced this kind of pain before in his life.
Not even when he broke his tendon.
Various disorderly images flowed into his head, causing him an inhuman amount of pain. Jamal could not endure it anymore and he passed out.
Two days later, he woke up to see that it was already night. He was dressed in cold sweats.
Jamal sighed and he got up from the carpet. He really wished that this was a prank or some kind of dream but the memory of that pain flashed in his mind causing him to break into goosebumps. No dream can produce this kind of effect.
He slumped into the bed.
He had transmigrated.
How? Why? He was not hit by a train, he was medically fit so he could not have had a heart attack on something.
He had just been watching the kingdom anime series and then he woke up here. It would make sense if he had woken up in the kingdom of Qin in Shin's body but no, he did not have any idea of the civilization he had transmigrated into.
More like there were many civilizations in his head that he did not have any idea which civilization he was currently in. Yes, many civilizations!
He held his head which was still throbbing with pain. There were so many memories in his head that he could not sort them all out.
He could only get the basic ones.
The most important information was that this body was a demigod. A child of a god and a mortal, it was insane.
It also prepared him for the fact that this was a fantasy world. A high-level fantasy, it seems. He had always hated the animes under the genre.
The body also shared the same name as he did which was strange.
Even stranger was that the Einherjar, the group of warriors his original body belonged to had a culture whereas their main name can only be called by their closest friend or loved ones.
Every other person would refer to him as the weapon that they carried. Jamal frowned. He did not like this.
He refused to be referred to as Hovodan.
It sounded like a name from parents who did not know whether they were millennials or Gen X or hipster parents who had just finished taking a crack before they named him.
Jamal paused, wasn't he taking this a little too calmly. It is not everyday that one transmigrated into the body of an ancient demigod.
Shouldn't he be shouting for cameras? Or at least cry and panic at his life and world that he would never see again.
But he would not miss Earth so much, maybe his collections of anime and John. But that was just it, he would not miss his relatives at all.
If anything, he was glad to be away from them.
They had all rejected him when his parents had died but the moment that he started getting more popular, they remembered him.
All of a sudden he started getting weekly calls and messages. It was very annoying.
He looked at the room, was it alright to feel this way? There were his relatives after all.
The thought of his relatives dampened his mood and dulled the excitement of entering a whole new world.
His eyes fleeted to the mirror and he caught sight of the attractive man that he had earlier seen.
That was a mirror! Jamal's eyes widened and the lilac eyes in the mirror widened in response.
He waved a hand and the other did the same.
Jamal chuckled. This...This was this body.
Looking left and right, he pulled down his trousers to sneakily take a look and his cheeks turned red.
Damn! He was loving this transmigration.