The words 'Young Master?' hit him like a thunderclap.
His mind raced as he struggled to gather his bearings, his body still weak and disoriented.
The voice came from a woman, someone standing just beside him, but the confusion in his head drowned out her words for a moment.
He blinked hard, trying to clear the haze clouding his vision. There, directly in front of him, was a mirror.
His heart skipped a beat as his eyes locked onto the reflection.
The man staring back at him was not who he remembered. Not even close. The face was sharp, defined — a far cry from the messy, scruffy appearance he used to have.
He used to have black hair, messy and wild, long enough to cover his eyes. But now? His hair was longer still, styled neatly into a short ponytail that fell just past his shoulders.
It looked like something straight out of a fantasy novel — a look too perfect, too polished.
But it wasn't the hair that caught his attention. It was his eyes. They were no longer the dull brown he remembered but an unnerving, almost otherworldly dark purple.
They shimmered like precious gems, giving off a mysterious, haunting gleam.
His breath hitched in his throat. He didn't know how, but he felt... familiar with this man, the one staring back at him.
It was unsettling. He stared at the reflection, his mind racing. Where had he seen this face before? Who was he?
The answer came to him like a sudden jolt, as though a forgotten memory had rushed back to the surface.
Luther Von Astral.
The name echoed through his mind, and everything clicked into place. The Villain of a game that he used to play when he was still in High school before shit went down.
The man in the mirror.
Luther Von Astral wasn't just some fictional character. He was Luther. And somehow, impossibly, Benjamin had become him.
His head spun as he tried to process it all. How? Why? How was he reincarnated here?
He rubbed his temple, feeling a headache begin to form. There was no way this was real.
He had been in a bus accident, of that much he was certain. He remembered the crash. The screeching of metal, the feeling of being thrown forward, the flames licking against his skin... And then… nothing. Just darkness.
"Young Master, you should be seated on your bed." The voice interrupted his spiraling thoughts.
He turned his head slowly to find a maid standing beside him, looking at him with a worried expression.
She was beautiful, in a way that made his heart skip a beat. Long, dark hair tied neatly behind her head, and delicate features that were almost ethereal.
But it wasn't just her face that drew his attention. It was the way she stood, the graceful, almost practiced movements that made her look like she belonged in a world of elegance and wealth.
And then there was the uniform. Black with white accents. It clung to her body in all the right places, hugging her curves in a way that made his pulse quicken.
The maid's figure was… undeniably attractive. He couldn't help but notice the way her chest strained against the tight fabric of her uniform, her bust pushing out slightly.
A slight flush crept up his neck as he shifted uncomfortably on the bed.
Her presence, though beautiful, felt almost surreal. This wasn't supposed to be his world.
And yet, here she was, addressing him like he was the person he couldn't fully comprehend. He was being addressed as a Young Master.
He tried to shake off the confusion and forced himself to sit up as she urged him to lie down.
He rubbed his head again, trying to steady his mind. "What the hell happened?" he muttered, his voice hoarse.
The maid's eyes softened, though she didn't answer immediately. Instead, she helped him sit upright, her delicate hands steadying him as she guided him onto the bed.
He couldn't help but feel a strange sense of discomfort mixed with gratitude as she adjusted his position, ensuring he was more comfortable.
There was something about her calm, professional demeanor that was both reassuring and disorienting.
"You've been unconscious for days, Young Master. Don't you remember? You overused your Mana reserves while trying to practice your spells for the Entrance exams. The doctor says you'll be fine."
She spoke softly, but there was an underlying urgency to her tone that made it clear how serious the situation had been.
Luther's mind raced again. Days? He had been unconscious for days? How had he ended up here? Where was here exactly?
Trying to focus, he glanced around the room. It was elegant, luxurious even. Ornate furniture, large windows that let in the soft light of a setting sun.
The room looked like something from another era, opulent and sophisticated. It felt like a palace. There was no way he could afford a place like this, not with the life he had lived before.
He turned back to the maid, trying to push aside the overwhelming sense of confusion.
"Where am I?" He asked, his voice sharp with the need for answers. He needed to tread carefully.
She looked at him, hesitating just for a moment. "You're in the Von Astral estate, Young Master," she said, her tone steady, though it seemed like she was holding something back.
The Von estate... It all made sense now.
'So I really am in the world of a game?' He thought to himself while staring at the maid, he had a lot more questions but he lay back on the bed - asking so many questions would only make him more suspicious and well he didn't need to ask questions, not when he knew the plot.
The Maid bowed shortly after.
"I'll go get the doctor," She said and scurried out of the room the next instant, going to get the doctor to check up on him. And he watched her leave... a small smile on his lips as he watched her waist sway.
'Now the question of the year is, What the fuck am I doing in this game?!'