"Helssman Vanders, you are one of our finest students, with the highest grades in our esteemed university, and you have never missed a single class throughout your entire academic journey." 

An elderly man, approaching his eighties, said this as he held out a graduation diploma. Standing before him, a young man in his early twenties accepted it with a bright smile, thanking him sincerely. 

"Yeah, that young man? That's me. I just completed my studies with flying colors. Actually, scratch that—I've succeeded at everything in my life: academics, sports, money—everything. I've accomplished it all. Yet, despite all of this..." 

The moment I turned my back to the professors, thanking each one of them, my expression shifted from one of jubilant pride to a grimace. 

"Yup, I'm not satisfied. You're probably thinking, 'Oh, here we go. Another one of those clichéd protagonists from webnovels or webtoons who thinks life is boring and wants some spice in it.'" 

"And, yeah, you'd be right. I'll admit it—I'm bored out of my mind. I wish I could achieve something truly remarkable, like battling dragons or fighting off magical creatures while wielding incredible spells powered by mana. But nope. Life had other plans for me. We live in a world without mana, without magical creatures. It's dull, utterly mundane." 

"That's why I read novels—they let me escape this monotonous reality. Right now, I'm devouring 'World's Greatest Regressor Warrior.' As you can probably guess from the title, it's yet another regressor story. It's about this guy—Cales Sabatti. A regressor who keeps rewinding time to save the world over and over again. It's a classic, but I love these stories, so what can I do?" 

Later that evening, after celebrating with my former university friends over a few rounds of alcohol—it's one of the rare moments I actually enjoy in this dull life—I took the metro home, as I always do, and returned to my studio apartment. 

As usual, my place was spotless, well-organized, and smelled fresh—just the way I like it. 

"If only I could have a more exciting life." 

I took a nice shower and went straight to bed. 

I sighed, and then I fell asleep almost instantly. 

"Okay, no beating around the bush this time. Let's cut to the chase!" 

"You hate it, and so do I. We all know how this is going to end—I'm going to transmigrate into the novel I was reading, taking over the body of some forgotten character, one even the author barely remembers. And you know what's the worst part?" 

"IT'S TRUE!" 

"I've woken up in the body of Cartus Klein. Yes, Cartus Klein—the spoiled, arrogant noble brat who dies more than fifty times in the exact same way—at the hands of the protagonist!" 

"Seriously, out of all the characters in this novel, I had to end up as this human disaster!" 

"Alright, you're probably wondering why I'm so annoyed when I should be thrilled about being transported into this world. And yeah, I was excited—at first. That is, until I remembered that this good-for-nothing Cartus can't even use mana. 

Mana! The one thing *everyone* is supposed to master! In this freaking story!"