I Steven am only a college student who still lives off my parents money to live and is still trying to find meaning to my life.
Walking the overpass while sipping MikMik in a straw I can't help but complain on the reviews on my newly made novel "Hayys! I wonder why my novel reviews are so bad! Hah! Those people criticizing my work clearly don't know what a true masterpiece is Hmm!"
Touching the hand rail I can't help but curse when I suddenly feel a bout of dizziness "Ughh! What the fuck? why am I feeling dizzy? I know that too much Mikmik(sweetened milk powder) doesn't have this side effect right? Hmmm?"
Suddenly the hand rail bent when I tried to support my body "Fuck? No way right?"
My body lost it's balance and slowly fell over the overpass "@#!%^&$^! Shit shit Shit!" Looking below, time slowed as I see my face slowly get closer to the ground of the highway and I could clearly hear the loud fast rhythm of my heart. *thud thud thud "Is this it? Is this how my life would end? Well, at least I won't get ran over by a truc-
*truck horn noise!
As my body got flung by the the truck the last thing I saw was the MikMik trucks sticker on it's side. I couldn't help but curse in my mind, "Fuck MikMik! Fuck trucks...."
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I slowly opened my eyes as static noises entered my head, I can't help but scream "Fuck Mom! Did you replace my thrown alarm again?! And you even bought a new one? The fuck is that? A fucking time bomb?"
Looking around I saw a stunned maid in front of me whose face clearly showed a surprised expression looking at me.
Then a monotone voice entered my head and a screen in front of me saying "Welcome to world of the novel "The Coming of the Strong!"
I couldn't help but think, "The fuck is this? What world of novel? Last thing I remember I was chugging sachet of Mik-. Fuck! I died?"
Memories and information suddenly entered my head as I was processing the fact that I just died.
I still haven't finished my stacked novels in my library! HUHU T_T! Steal*ng Spr*e, My Thr*e Wi*es are Bea*tif*l Vamp*res, Tal*s of Dem*ns and G*ds, some D*D fanfics and many more!
As I imagine the novels in my library that can't be access any longer, a single tear couldn't help but fall down from my eye lid to my jaw and finally falling down the ground.
'Alright me, calm down! Deep breath! Deep breath!'
*hooh haaah! hoooh haah
After calming down, I started to process the informations that just went in my brain.
So, I am currently in some kind of novel cultivation fantasy and my role is some kind of main villain. The current Protagonist is someone whom I can't help but be amaze with. A thug. A fucking thug! His name is Rence Bimbo, he was an orphan and is currently living off by pick pocketing some unfortunate civilians.
His appearance really looked like some thugs found loitering around in the streets. His hair color a dirty brown, hairstyle is of a mushroom like some Koreans, a small scar running down from his right eyebrow to the edge of his eyelids which kind of look scary, while his height is 5'8 not too small nor too tall. A smile that is always adorning is yellowish teeth whenever someone past by his alley.
Well, the turning grace of his life is some kind of ring he found in the trash one day after hearing some word of destiny, while rummaging for some treasure he found a silver ring which contain an old man. You think it's just some old man? A portrait or some kind of old photo? No! It's wisp of soul of an 4th stage Nascent soul cultivator!
I couldn't help but lament as to why someone like this kind of guy is a protagonist.
Looking around aside from the blank look that the maid is giving me, I saw a mirror beside my bed. Seeing my appearance I couldn't help but gasp in shock. 'Damn, I look good!'
Looking good is an understatement as I clearly out league the most popular idols in my past life. Golden hair with matching eye color, sharp nose accompanied by my chiseled jawline that looks like carved by the hand of god, and looking at my exposed chest outlining my ripped 6 packs abs. Standing up removing the blanket covering my lower body, my height of 6'2 feet clearly showed my towering height when looking down to the maid who suddenly blush for some apparent reason.
Shrugging her reaction, I smiled inside clearly pleased due to my current look. 'Hmm hmm nice, looks like I'll be having a blast in this life!'
Then suddenly remembering the memories of this current body, I can't help but show a frown on my handsome visage while cursing in my mind. ['Fuck! I'm supposed to have the same name in my past life, Steven while my current family name Lockhart a 2nd generation young master on the peak of 2nd stage qi condensation wastrel who goes to the bar day and night rain or shine, enjoying the company of booze and ladies instead of cultivating tirelessly.']
Remembering my novel in my past life which coincidentally is of the same genre of the world I am in, a smirk couldn't help but appear to my face. ['You think I will just follow the plot? Just for what? I could repeat the same humiliating experience again and again? Tough luck I will live however I want, I will stride to get stronger to get out of this shackle called Plot! What's the worst that can happen? Me dying again? Heh like hell that can stop me!']
The maid on the side can't help but think that his young master is on high looking at his changing expression per second, she's kind of worried whether he finally lost the remaining screw in his head.
The maid finally said something to Steven after she finished her thoughts while bowing, "Young master, Mr. and Mrs. Lockhart are currently in the dining room waiting for you."
Hearing her, I replied "Sure"
While walking past her I heard her stutter "Y-Young M-master.."
As I couldn't hear her properly I walked closer and asked her, "What?"
Looking at my questioning gaze, and looking down she finally finished her sentence, "Please wear some pants!" while running away blushing.
Watching her disappearing in my sight, and looking down below I can't help but mumble, "Looks like my little brothers' appearance is off the charts as well! Hmm Hmm!"