You know that moment when your entire life flashes before your eyes? Yeah, I'm dying.
Am I sad? No. Not really. My life wasn't special. Born into an ordinary family, my parents died in a car accident when I was five. At seven, I started school. Tried to study, tried to be someone — enthusiasm burned out fast. I slipped to average. Neither bad nor good. No friends. Didn't need them. I started reading web novels. Fantasy, wuxia, xianxia — everything. Devoured it all like I was trying to escape my dull life. Relationships? Tried twice. Didn't last a month. Honestly, didn't feel much anyway.
School ended. University was no different. Average grades, average results, no desire to interact. Why bother? And so it went: web novels, empty evenings, no purpose. After university — work. Ordinary office drone, overtime, monotony. Did I live for myself? No. For the corporation? Probably. Even there, my usefulness was mediocre. And then it ended. A car. A crash. Done. Closed my eyes.
Fuck, my head hurts, I groaned.
Am I not supposed to be dead? — the thought raced through my mind.
I got up from the bed, looked around. The room was luxurious, unfamiliar. Where the hell am I?
I approached the mirror. Barely standing, I took slow steps forward.
A beautiful face. Long black hair. Red eyes. Who the fuck is this? Not me. The face was unfamiliar, memory strange, almost alien.
And then — a sharp headache. Grabbing my temples, knees buckling. My mind flooded with memories: constant drinking, drugs, trouble at every turn. My last defeat at the viscount's son's banquet. Familiar name? Viren Kaldris. Shit, yes, familiar.
Wait. This is me? No, this is that idiot, third-rate noble trash. The one everyone mocked. Just a stepping stone for the main hero, who couldn't even scratch him after a demon contract. The main hero. Ah, the main hero. Blessed with talent, beauty, his element. That bastard.
Fuck it. I didn't cause real trouble. Only embarrassed the family. My fiancée doesn't love me. Doesn't matter. No enemies. For now.
I remembered the novel, the rise of the Star Swordsman. The village was destroyed, the hero the only survivor. Okay. I'm weak now. Better sleep.
With those thoughts, I lay down.