Ramy woke up to a dim light seeping through the walls of a cold, dark room. He felt dizzy and off balance, as if something had ripped him out of his normal life and thrown him into a whirlpool of chaos. He tried to move his body, but he felt a strange weight pressing on his chest, as if unseen forces were holding him in place. He slowly turned his head to see that he was surrounded by a mysterious ritual circle drawn on the floor with meticulous craftsmanship.

The symbols around him glowed faintly, emitting a mysterious energy that charged the air around him. The place was eerily silent, the only sound being the echo of his own quickened breathing and nervous heartbeat. He tried to remember what had happened before he found himself here, but his memory was hazy, filled with blank spaces he couldn't fill.

As he tried to make sense of what was happening, low whispers began to creep into his ears. He looked up to see a group of people dressed in long black robes, their entire bodies covered and their features hidden under deep hoods. They moved slowly around the circle, their whispers gradually increasing in volume, like an ancient chant or some mysterious incantation.

The symbols drawn on the ground began to glow brighter, and the air became denser, making it even more difficult to breathe. Rami felt an immense pressure building around him, as if an invisible force was trying to penetrate his body and soul. Before he could comprehend what was happening, a bright light exploded from the center of the circle, engulfing the space in a white glow that blinded his eyes and caused him to lose consciousness.

***

Ramy woke up after what seemed like moments, but his body told him it had been much longer. He was lying on a soft bed in a completely different room than the last one. The walls were decorated with intricate carvings, and the room was lit by candles that gave it a warm glow. He tried to sit up, feeling a slight pain spreading through his body, but he managed to gather his strength and sit up, leaning against a large pillow behind him.

As he was trying to take in his new location, the door to the room slowly opened, and a group of people walked in. They were the same individuals he had seen before, but this time their faces were uncovered, showing signs of respect and reverence. One of them, a tall man with black hair and sharp eyes, stepped forward and bowed slightly before speaking in a calm yet respectful voice: "Sect Leader, was the operation a success?"

Ramy froze. "The cult leader?" he wondered. He had no idea what they were talking about, or what this "operation" they were referring to. He felt confusion creeping across his features, but he quickly tried to control his expression. He realized that he was in a delicate position, and any mistake could expose his ignorance and put him in danger.

After a brief moment of thought, Rami cleared his throat quietly and said in a steady voice, "Yes, the operation was successful." He tried to sound confident and reassuring, hoping that this would be enough to appease them and remove any doubts.

Smiles of relief spread across the faces of those present, and the man bowed again, saying, "That's great, sir. We will begin the necessary arrangements according to your previous instructions."

Ramy felt that the situation might be more complicated than he imagined, and he was not prepared for more questions or inquiries at this moment. He felt an extreme exhaustion sweeping through his body and mind, whether real or pretended, but he decided to use it to his advantage.

He raised his hand in a calm gesture and said, "I'm tired right now and need some rest. Let's follow up on these matters later."

The man nodded in understanding, and quickly replied, "Of course, sir. Your health and comfort are our top priority. We will ensure that you are not disturbed until you have regained your full energy."

The attendees slowly backed away, quietly exiting the room, gently closing the door behind them. Rami took a deep breath after they left, feeling a bit relieved that he had some time to try to comprehend what was happening around him.

Sitting alone in the room, he felt the weight of something in his inner pocket. He reached out curiously and pulled out a black smartphone. He looked at it in wonder; this phone was strangely familiar, but he didn't remember owning it. He pressed the power button, watching the screen light up with an intricate background symbol that resembled the symbols he had seen in the ritual circle.

He began exploring the contents of his phone, trying to find any information that might help him understand his current situation. He opened the photo gallery, and found pictures of places and people he didn't recognize, but some of them looked familiar somehow. He moved to the notes, and began reading through some of the saved files.

As he read, his memory slowly began to flow. He remembered that he had read a fantasy novel a while ago, about a world that was being invaded by mysterious "dungeons" that appeared in various places, unleashing destructive monsters that wiped out half of humanity. In this world, some people gained special abilities classified from the weakest F-class to the strongest SSS-class.

Amazement began to creep into his features. The information he was reading on the phone suspiciously matched the details of that novel. Could it be that he had somehow been transported into the world of that novel? How did that happen?

He continued reading, and found a file detailing the "Death Cult" and its leader named "Ramy". This leader possessed an A-class ability that allowed him to turn people into zombies under his control, but there were certain restrictions and conditions for using this ability. He felt a shiver run through his body. Did this mean that he was now inside this character's body?

Thoughts began to swirl rapidly in his head. If this was real, his life had been turned upside down, and he was now in a world full of danger and threats. But perhaps, with this powerful ability, he could adapt and survive, and perhaps even change the course of events he knew from the novel.

But first, he had to understand more about this world and his place in it. He decided to use his time off to gather as much information as possible from the phone, He must integrate his information with what he knows in the novel and know the current timeline in the story.

Rami lay on the bed, his eyes fixed on the phone screen, delving deeper and deeper into the details of this new world he found himself in. As the information flowed into his mind, he began to feel a mixture of fear and excitement. He knew that the road ahead of him was full of difficulties, but perhaps, with the right knowledge and preparation, he could turn this situation to his advantage.

He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to take in everything he had discovered. It was time for him to rest a little, and prepare to face the challenges ahead in this mysterious world.