The sun rises once more, casting its light on a city that represents the pinnacle of modern civilization.
It was a city where magic and technology mixed effortlessly.
Amid this advanced metropolis, there are student dormitories that are far from average vast, sophisticated spaces with impressive facilities.
In one of these rooms, a boy lies in bed, seemingly lifeless. The space around him was filled with a gentle, inviting glow. The walls, painted in soothing colors, were decorated with simple yet charming touches. The bed, with its soft pillows and comfy blanket, After a while
he finally throws off the covers and stands up.
Ugh..
Waking up, I look around at the unfamiliar surroundings.
The room was a masterpiece of elegance, filled with a variety of exquisite artworks. Beautiful sculptures adorned every corner, each crafted with intricate detail and high quality. The furniture was luxurious and tastefully arranged, complemented by rich carpets and elegant curtains that added to the room's refined atmosphere.
A sharp pain throbs in my head, but I push it aside, forcing myself to stand up straight.
Fuck.
Haw, I still can't believe this shit is real
Off to the side, there was a huge mirror, big enough to show that the owner must be quite fond of admiring their own beauty.
Moving toward the mirror i've already examined more than twenty times since yesterday.
Looking at My reflection, I feels a pang of frustration.fists clenching involuntarily.
Why does this hurt so much?
As I move closer to The mirror reflection reveals a striking face: white-silver hair, mesmerizing like molten ruby, and crimson eyes sharp as a blade. The sharp jawline and handsome features should be alluring, but instead, he feels dismayed.
I touched the mirror, half-expecting the image to shatter but This was real.
This is me—Akashi Seraphiel
A face that could make maidens swoon, but I'm not happy to see it. After all, this is the face of a third-rate villain from a novel I read in my previous life.
Last night, after I got transmigrated, it was way too much to wrap my head around. I couldn't sleep at all, just tossing and turning while replaying everything over and over. I kept trying to figure out how this whole mess even happened. It felt like I was stuck in some weird dream that just wouldn't quit.
The first time I saw all this, I thought I was being pranked or something.
It was too insane to wrap my head around, but then I realized—this is way too messed up to be a prank.
But after looking at my face in the mirror and doing a bit of digging around, I came to a really depressing conclusion—I'd actually been transmigrated into a character I absolutely despise.
Somehow, I can read and understand the language of this world. Maybe it's because the original user's memories are still intact in this body, allowing me to pick up on things quickly.
About the Novel..
The novel was called "THE WORLD'S END", a fantasy tale where the main character faced both extraordinary advantages and immense struggles. The story was full of arcs, deaths, and destruction, but sadly, it was never completed before I died.
I ran a hand through my disheveled hair, my mind swirling with a hundred chaotic thoughts.
This is so troublesome.
I wouldn't have minded being transmigrated into a fantasy world.
I mean, who would? There's no way anyone would turn down the chance to get whisked away to a fantasy world or reincarnated into one.
But the messed-up part? I got transmigrated into someone who's as good as dead already.
I am Akashi Seraphiel, the son of the Seraphiel family, one of the seven ruling families of the continent, known for its rich history and immense power.
Despite this, I've been reincarnated as a scumbag, a bringer of chaos. The original Akashi I've transmigrated into was a third-rate villain who challenged the main character but was swiftly defeated. Despite his defeat, he continued to harass one of the main character's love interest and even attempted to assault her, ultimately meeting his deserved fate.
Right, huh.
What a jerk.
After being kicked out of the academy and for bringing shame to the Seraphiel family, he was cast out. No one knows what became of him—perhaps he starved, was killed by bandits, or worse.
I look up at the ceiling, the throbbing in my head echoing the dead, broken feeling inside me. I can't help but mutter,
Oh, for God's sake, whoever did this to me, why this character?
Even being an extra wouldn't have bothered me. But no, you had to transmigrate me into a guy already buried under so many charges, both inside and outside the academy.
I let out a sigh. It would've been better if I'd been transmigrated when he was just a kid.
Maybe I should've died sooner...
Wait, talk about dying..
How did I even die?
I try to think hard, pushing every last bit of my brain cells to work together, but I can't remember a single thing.
I… I can't remember.
As I struggle with that, realizing there's no point in trying to remember, suddenly, information starts flooding into my head.
W-What?
It feels like an electric shockwave running through my brain.
Sam
That was my name.
Even though I still don't have my full memory back, I start to wonder again—how did I die?
I only remember that my name was Sam. Yeah, I definitely remember reading this novel too.
I think hard, but my memory is still a mess. I have this feeling that I wasn't much of a social guy. I loved reading and playing games. And what would my family be feeling right now?
But wait…
Did I even have a family?
Phew... I sigh slowly.
Guess I just gotta wait until all my memories flood back into my brain.
Anyway
So here I am, in this body, with a chance to turn things around. I just need to figure out how. Right now, I'm pretty weak. Coming from a world where civilization, magic, superhuman abilities, and skills don't exist, I need to gain some experience.
The original Akashi was basically the Seraphiel family's biggest disappointment, on par with any average commoner.
All he had done in his life were bad things, leaving his reputation in tatters. He had no good relationships with his family and no close friends.
He had a lot of money, though—or did he?
I stroked my chin, thinking it over. This guy's father kicked him to the curb, yanked the family name away after just one suspension. No family backing, no cash flow. He—or should I say I—am officially on my own.
"Well, isn't that just fantastic?" I let out a laugh.
I'm flat broke. Perfect.
Out of frustration, I tried to kick the table,
Ow! Son of a.. but instead, I ended up smacking my toe, painfully jamming my nail.
For now, my main goal is just to make it through and not get wrecked by the chaos that's coming Up
With my main objective clear in my mind—get stronger, at least as strong as a side character who stands by the protagonist's side until the end—I start to plan.
The novel's plot is as basic as most; the difficulty ramps up as the story progresses. The real question is, how do I survive and thrive in this mess?
But I know exactly what I need to do to get stronger.
Thinking about it, a devilish smirk spreads across my face. If anyone saw me right now, they'd probably peg me as some third-rate villain plotting his next move.
Hehe, protagonist's treasure I mutter under my breath…
But of course, to keep the plot balanced, I'd only go for the stuff that's useless to the protagonist.
After all, it's the protagonist who has to fight and play on the big board. If somehow my interference messes up the plot and the protagonist gets hurt, that'd be a disaster.
There's no way I could replace the protagonist. It's just too troublesome. Not a minute of peace, every second a new problem would pop up, and all because of some twisted sense of good will.
Nah, screw that.
All I want is freedom. Freedom is the best.
Let's see
**[SYSTEM STATUS]**
- **Name:** Akashi Seraphiel
- **Race:** Human
- **Class:** Combat
- **Level:** SILVER
- **Potential:** GOLD 3
- **Stamina:** 7
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**[ATTRIBUTES]**
- **Strength:** 7
- **Agility:** 7
- **Intelligence:** 177
- **Endurance:** 7
- **Luck:** 7
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**[SKILLS]**
- **Lava Blast**
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**[SIGNATURE SKILLS]**
- None at the moment
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**[WEAPON ARTS]**
[NO WEAPON ARTS YET]
What the fuck…" I mutter, staring at my stats.
They look absolutely terrible. Not only do I lack decent skills, but I don't even have any worthwhile weapon arts.
But seriously, what's up with the number 7? Every single stat of mine is stuck at 7.
Anyway, the only conclusion I can draw from this is that it's just plain awful. So awful.
Even my potential sucks. I've got to do something about this in the future.
I sigh once again, trying to process everything.
Glancing at the date and time on the interface, I see:
*Year 3204.*
*Hmm, it's only been 900 years since the 'Great Ashura Dominion War' and 150 years since 'The Great War of a Thousand Nations,'* I think, nodding my head.
And It's only been five days since the academy started, and I'm already suspended for four days, just sitting here. *Looks like it's the second day of my suspension.*
*Well, that just gives me more than enough time before I have to return to the academy. I should get ready—there's not much time. I need to go to that place first. That'll be the path to my ultimate destiny,* I decide, getting ready to head out.
Suddenly, a strange notification appears:
**[SYSTEM ALERT]**
Huh? What?" I mutter, confused.
[SYSTEM ALERT]
[SYSTEM ALERT]
[SYSTEM ALERT]
[SYSTEM ALERT]
What the fuck? What's happening? I try to figure out what's going on, attempting to open the system, but it won't respond.
*What happened all of a sudden?* I think, looking around for something—anything—that might explain this.
Then, out of nowhere, the system finally opens, but the usual interface is gone, replaced by a red screen with no stats, just ominous words:
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**[Four years remain, the clock now ticks,
To halt 'His' rise, the darkest fix.
Seek the keys, the seven bright,
Celestial locks to end the night.
Hold the thread, the tale intact,
Or face a world where shadows act.
Narakasura must stay confined.]**
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**[SYSTEM QUEST: FIND 7 CELESTIAL KEYS BEFORE HIS INVASION]**
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**[FAILURE TO COMPLETE WILL RESULT IN WORLD DESTRUCTION]**
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I stare at the screen, my heart racing. "What the hell…?