Jay rubbed his eyes, trying to dispel the lingering haze of confusion. This couldn't be real, could it? He glanced around the lavishly decorated room, the scent of expensive wine mingling with the unfamiliar surroundings. He found himself seated in a luxurious sofa, holding a glass of wine he had never tasted before in his life.

His mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation. Just moments ago, he was in his own apartment, preparing for another mundane day of work. How did he end up here? And why did he feel like he didn't belong?

As he took another sip of the wine, he couldn't shake off the feeling of unease gnawing at him. The grandeur of his surroundings did nothing to ease his discomfort. In fact, it only served to amplify his sense of displacement.

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2 days later

Jay missed his friends, his parents, his brother. He hoped they were alright, especially his brother whom he had worked so hard to support through his education. His parents' health was declining, and they needed him. Yet, here he was, trapped in a world that felt like a bizarre dream.

"Why am I here?" Jay muttered to himself, his voice echoing in the empty room. "How did I become him?"

He glanced at the wine bottle on the table, half-expecting it to answer him. To his shock, it moved on its own accord, floating towards him and refilling his glass before returning to its original position.

Jay's heart pounded as he stared at the bottle with disbelief. This couldn't be happening. He must be losing his mind.

But deep down, he knew this was real. And he had no idea how to navigate this strange new reality.

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Days turned into weeks, and Jay struggled to come to terms with his new life. It was a surreal experience, to say the least. As the days passed, he realized that he was inhabiting the body of a fictional character from a world he had only read about in manhwa. Raizel, the Noblesse, an apex predator in the world of manhwa, now embodied by Jay.

"It's cool to be transmigrated into someone as cool as Raizel," Jay thought, "but it's not as cool as watching or reading his fiction."

Jay grappled with the reality that if the fiction was now his reality, he would have to navigate life and death based on the choices he made. The idea of entering a long sleep, a fate worse than death, weighed heavily on him. And why, of all places, was he in Forks, somewhere in America?

He felt a disconcerting shift in the storyline, one that didn't align with what he knew. Jay realized he lacked the advantage of an ordinary protagonist who knew the actual timeline of events. He got up from his seat and gazed out the window, the sight of the dull woods outside offering little solace.

Somehow, he felt he could find solace in the prospect of living out his longer life as Raizel. Perhaps it was the power and resilience of his character that gave him hope. Yet, living without drawing attention, especially with Raizel's strikingly handsome face and piercing red eyes, seemed improbable.

Glancing at his reflection, Jay contemplated his new appearance. The red eyes were a feature he appreciated, but he couldn't shake off the annoyance of his assistant, who referred to him as "master" incessantly. It was a title he never desired, but in this new reality, he had no choice.

Outside, the sound of Frankenstein's car drew Jay's attention. He watched as Frankenstein emerged gracefully, a facade that concealed the madness within. Jay couldn't fathom how Frankenstein would react upon discovering that his master's body had been stolen by him. It was a risk Jay wasn't willing to take.

Soon, Frankenstein came to Raizel's room as he was there to greet Raizel after he returned from his new job he found interesting. Raizel looked at Frankenstein with a stoic face. Frankenstein said with a smile, "Master, how was your stay at home? Are the books I gave you up to your interest?" Raizel only said, "Hmm," before turning to look through the window.

Then Frankenstein, seeing Raizel's silence, said something interesting he thought, "Master, there is something interesting I did come across." Raizel looked at Frankenstein again, and Frankenstein said, "There is a group of cold ones in Forks." Even though Raizel remained silent, in his mind, he asked a lot of questions, "Cold ones? Vampires? Forks?"

Then Frankenstein said with a smile, "Indeed, master, and they are quite interesting. One of them works alongside me in the hospital. He doesn't seem to have fed on human blood for a long time." Raizel remained silent as he was in thought. For some reason, he felt there was something bothering his thoughts, but he couldn't grasp what it was until Frankenstein said, "His name is Carlisle Cullen." A thought popped into his mind as he looked towards the window to hide his expression as he was not interested. Seeing his master wasn't in a mood to talk, Frankenstein excused himself and returned to the kitchen to prepare tea for Raizel. But Raizel didn't expect things would be more interesting in his transmigration where different fictional stories were happening in the same world.