"Your family...,.....
" Noooooo... I won't let you touch my family"
BANG...
" Raised you well... Um... What the heck....?
Did I just die? Asshole, you should have listened to my whole sentence before firing the shot ,
The last bullet must've hit my head... Maybe if he had heard my whole sentence, he wouldn't have shot... that half-ass idiot... My men won't let him go... Could I have somehow told my men to let that half-ass idiot go...?sigh....Hah... I feel so peaceful now... Mom... Sister Lisa... I'm coming to meet you."
"Hmm... Now I'm thinking, my life's turning point... It started with Director Tames' first movie and ended with his last movie... hahahah... fuck... What a coincidence in my life... I hate this... I just wanted to live a normal life." Regretful feelings began to surface in Victor's heart, but then he started hearing a voice.
"Doctor... Please save my son."
"Madam, please don't join your hands like this. We will do everything we can. The rest depends on your son's will to live."
Thud...(Sound of a door closing)
"My son...!!? Who is crying? I don't see anyone in this dark place. Are there others here besides me?" Victor's soul began to sink into the dark abyss, and he couldn't understand what was happening.
"Hmm... I'm going down... Are my mom and sister Lisa down there?" He felt a strange sensation. After a while, Victor's soul stopped descending, and in the dense, dark abyss, a countdown screen appeared before him.
[ Soul has connected with the body. If the soul does not make a decision within 30 seconds, it will remain trapped in the dark abyss for eternity. ]
[ Accept / Reject ]
Victor was confused after reading the message. He thought that if he died, he would go to heaven and meet his family. Maybe, by becoming the underworld boss, he might even go to hell. But neither heaven nor hell—what was this eternity in the dark abyss? He couldn't figure it out. The time on the screen was counting down.
[25] [24] . . . [18]
"If I reject, I'll get lost in this darkness. If I accept, I'll find a way out," Victor decided and touched [ACCEPT].
[ Soul to body connection process started: 1... 2... 18... 78... 98... 100% ]
"Doctor... The patient's heartbeat has started."
"Hurry, start the check-up immediately..."
"Patient's heartbeat has stabilized."
"Alright... Dr. Mort, focus on healing the patient's soul injuries. Ensure your power flows in the correct direction and at a steady pace. If the flow or direction changes, it could endanger the patient's life."
"Yes, Dr. Corten. I'll proceed carefully."
Zrrrrrrrr.....suuuuuuhh...
"Dr. Corten, the patient's soul is 50% healed."
"Great work."
"Soul injuries??... Powers?... What kind of code are they talking about? I can't understand anything. Maybe by accepting , I somehow landed directly in hell. These people must be 'Hell doctors,' the ones who torment bad souls—just like the stories my mom used to tell me as a kid." Victor tried to piece together his situation, his eyes still shrouded in darkness.
[The new soul has been fully integrated into the body. The soul can now take complete control of its host.]
Suddenly, Victor saw a screen in front of him. The darkness around him started to lift slightly.
"What kind of code is this? 'Soul integrated... body control...' Damn, this is definitely hell. Wait... I feel like my soul is inside the body... Can I see now ? " Slowly, Victor started to open his eyes.
" Ah, damn, it's so bright!" For the first time since his death, Victor saw light, After death, he was in darkness for only a moment, but it felt like years had passed
"Doctor Corten, the patient has opened his eyes," Dr. Mort informed.
"Good work, Dr. Mort. Go take some rest. I'll take it from here," Dr. Corten instructed his junior.
"Thank you, Dr. Corten," Dr. Mort said, leaving the ward exhausted.
"Hmm... Your soul energy had significantly depleted, but there's no need to worry now. You're safe, Victor Winchester," Dr. Corten explained Victor's condition.
"Ah... what? Soul energy? ... What is soul energy? , Do I have to pay with my soul energy in hell? But why does this man look human?" Victor said nothing, just stared at Dr. Corten in shock and confusion.
"Victor Winchester, would you stop staring at me like that?"
Victor remained silent, his gaze fixed on the doctor.
"Winchester... that's not my family name."
[Memory transfer process initiating 1...2...3...
"What... memory transfer? Whose memory? Why? For what purpose? Argh!"
....75%... 89%... 98%... 99%... 100%]
[ Memory transfer successful.]
"Argh... This isn't hell. This is another planet—Blue Planet," Victor muttered as countless unfamiliar memories flooded his mind. They weren't his own but belonged to the original owner of this body, whose identity Victor's soul had now taken over. Strangely, the body's name was also Victor, but with a different family name.
Overwhelmed, Victor felt like he was trapped in a web of memories, each thread connecting to something unknown. He struggled to separate his own past from the original owner's, as if two distinct personalities were vying for space in his mind.
"Victor Winchester... You need to increase your soul energy. If you don't, you'll face serious challenges in the future," Dr. Corten warned sternly.
"Soul energy... Soul energy?" Victor's mind reeled as he processed the term. "Ah, soul energy... the mysterious phenomenon of this world.... What the heck?... Mysterious phenomenon? ....Does magic really exist in this world? Holy shit... can I actually fly like in the movies of my idol?" Victor's thoughts spiraled as he tried to process Dr. Corten's words. Slowly, memories of this strange new world began piecing together in his mind—particularly about something called Soul Energy.
A century ago, an unprecedented event took place—a mysterious vapor rose from the earth and spread across the entire Blue Planet. This phenomenon brought dramatic changes, especially for humanity. The vapor awakened a force within people, allowing them to absorb Soul Energy and harness magical powers.
"Is this really happening? Am I dreaming?" Victor muttered in disbelief. The idea was surreal; he rubbed his eyes and pinched himself, desperate to confirm whether this was all just a strange illusion.
"Victor Winchester," Dr. Corten's firm voice interrupted his thoughts, pulling him back to reality. "Are you paying attention to what I'm saying?"
"Uh… yes, Doctor. " Victor responded, his voice still tinged with hesitation.
Dr. Corten gave him a stern look. "Listen carefully. With your current Soul Energy level, you can only manage one movie at best. If you attempt more, you'll put your soul at risk. You've already come dangerously close to experiencing a Soul Crack."
Victor froze at the term. A Soul Crack—he recalled—was a devastating condition where overusing Soul Energy caused irreversible damage to the soul. Once cracked, the soul could no longer absorb energy, leaving the individual permanently powerless and crippled.
As Dr. Corten explained further, Victor began to connect the dots. Though this world was alien to him, the concept made a strange kind of sense. Knowing he had narrowly escaped such a grim fate, he couldn't help but feel a flicker of gratitude for his luck
Victor was lost in thought when Dr. Corten's words jolted him. "Wait, what? A movie?" He blinked, unsure if he had misheard. His mind was still adjusting to the mix of his own memories and those of the body's previous owner. The mention of movies in this magical world felt entirely out of place.
Dr. Corten noticed Victor's confusion and explained, "While you were directing a movie, you overexerted your Soul Energy. That's why your soul entered Soul Sleep."
Soul Sleep was a condition akin to a coma that occurred when someone's Soul Energy fell below 10%. In such cases, the soul became dormant, and doctors had to transfer their own Soul Energy to revive the patient. The process was highly complex and dangerous, often with life-threatening consequences.
Victor understood the concept of Soul Sleep from his fragmented memories, but the idea of being a movie director in a magical world left him baffled. "Seriously? Movies? In a world with magic? What kind of logic is that?"
He had imagined thrilling battles, heroic quests, or even grand adventures—but movies? It didn't fit the picture he had painted of this world.