When I woke up, I was not in my own body.

Last thing I remember was that I did a ritual for fun, using a suspicious book I found in the bookstore I worked at.

It wasn't all that odd, I personally expected things to go south but not like this, maybe a demon perhaps? Maybe it isn't so bad?

In any case this may be a dream. Blinking thrice, pinching my cheek to check if this was a dream it surprisingly wasn't.

I did in fact feel all of the pain!

The place I'm in seems to be a room of sorts, it's simple but untidy in an unexplainable fashion.

The floor is cluttered with tattered papers, mail, ink, and all sorts of other junk.

The question is: was the reason that ritual or just your average transmigration?

I Mean I wasn't a shut-in I had a life unlike many for you.

Yes, I wasn't rich. And yes, I wasn't in the best living conditions, but thankfully I still did have a family, a sister and a mother.

My mother wasn't able to fully take care of younger sister due to her being paralyzed, and my sister just entered high school 3 months ago.

As for me I was an average 23 year old average person, nothing really special going on with my life. I was still searching for a decent job and meanwhile working at the bookstore when this incident happened.

It can't be helped, I am calm about this since transmigration wasn't out of my radar of self insertion fantasy.

I'd often read novels where such events happened, this was congruent to fantasy's.

I did in fact enjoy reading them not Because they were good, and not Because of the harem or the 'plot' but Because got the fun idea of being overpowered.

In a way I was an inch close to being shut in, but back to my situation.

It seems that I've been Transmigrated into the body of someone untidy.

Allan? Why did that name pop into my head? Is this the name of this body?

Well in any case, I got up and inspected the room. It was small with all the junk condensed together into small areas,the bed was wooden and simple and the ground itself was made of paved wood.

Definitely not a place super advanced in technology, well I think I can survive without internet maybe

There was a mirror next to the door. Next to it hung some clothes.

Moving over towards the mirror it shows a man with average height and grayish hair--with a longer bang to the left, and green emerald like eyes.

Unfortunately, I think I was much more handsome in my original body.

Well adapting to my recent transmigration wasn't so difficult.

Hmmmm, a noble would be great, living a played back life seemed like a dream.

Moving to the door, it had a neat curly design with golden shapes that resembled the desk nearly.

Creek!

I tired over the door knob, the knob felt freezing when I opened the door, and the creaking sound as well.