After an indeterminate period, my awareness returned, plunging me back into the mysterious darkness.
But this time, I was not alone. A youthful figure, around 7 or 8 years old, stood before me, radiating a soft, white glow.
Intrigued, I drew closer, eager to understand this enigmatic place.
Before I could initiate a conversation, the child raised his hand, as if to silence me.
He gazed at me intently, then spoke in a gentle tone, "I entrust this to you. Fulfill our shared destiny."
I was perplexed by his words, but before I could respond, a brilliant transformation enveloped him.
His form dissolved into shimmering streams of light, which merged seamlessly with my own essence.
As our energies combined, I felt a soothing balm spread through my being, healing the wounds and scars that had accumulated within me.
The cuts and bruises that had marred my soul began to glow with a soft, white light, gradually fading as they were restored.
My wonder was interrupted by a familiar, inexorable force – the same pull that had drawn me from the void.
This time, it tugged at me once more, an irresistible undertow dragging me away from the unknown darkness.
Sensation flooded back abruptly, and I found myself lying on a grand, king-size bed within a lavishly decorated room.
The space exuded comfort and refinement, from the meticulously arranged study table to the elegantly arrayed bookshelf.
Sunlight poured through the curtains, casting a warm, inviting glow over the room.
My thirst prompted me to reach for a nearby water bottle, and I did so instinctively, only to be confronted with a jarring realization – my hands were different.
Smaller, paler, and starkly contrasting with my memories. Suppressing my rising panic, I took a soothing sip from the water bottle, the familiar act providing a semblance of grounding amidst the strangeness.
Then looking around I couldn't help but ask to no one in particular. 'Where am I?'
I then stood up and headed towards what I assumed was the bathroom door. I opened it and entered what I now confirmed to be the bathroom.
I looked towards the mirror. "Huh?" I muttered out in surprise. 'Who the hell is that?".
I said out loud with shock over my face. I previously had black hair with blue eyes. But now. Now I had silver hair and red eyes.
This guy looks familiar tho. Where have I see-.
It suddenly hit me. I was transmigrated.
I recall a particular game that defied my usual pattern of fleeting interest. Its captivating narrative and enchanting female protagonists left an indelible mark on my mind, drawing me in with an unrelenting grasp.
And I was transmigrated into this very game. Shit. And I was transmigrated into the very worst character.
Ryuk Vers Heidal. The third prince of the United Human Empire; Heidal.
'Fuck'. Holding my hair, I couldn't help but curse out loud. I was transmigrated into a character that died a dog shit death to the main character and his party.
Fuck.
"Time to knock out, I suppose," I muttered, collapsing onto the bed. I attempted to will myself to sleep, aware that the next time I woke, things would only get more complicated.
Still, the prospect of being thrust into unknown territory sparked a twisted mix of excitement and dread, leaving me with the sinking feeling that I was neck-deep in trouble.
With a resigned sigh, I surrendered to the allure of sleep, seeking a temporary reprieve from the crushing vastness of space.
As I drifted off, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was merely delaying the inevitable, and that the next time I opened my eyes, I'd be staring into the abyss, with no safety net in sight.
But for now, I sleep.