It hurts!
It's unbearable!
My head's going to explode!
Suddenly, I opened my eyes.
Something warm and wet was licking my hand. I turned my head slightly—
A wolf?!
I yanked my right hand back instinctively.
The wolf, startled by my reaction, whimpered and crawled under the bed I was lying on.
"What the heck?" I muttered, confused.
I was in a room—not mine. It was clean. A couch, a small table, a TV. The walls were plain concrete.
Where am...I?
My first thought?
Prank!
They did it again. My family, probably. Another elaborate prank while I was asleep.
I let out a small breath and smirked.
"Well, if that's it, I'll play along," I murmured, standing up.
There had to be cameras. I scanned the walls, shelves, and corners. Nothing obvious. Either well hidden or I was wrong.
Knock.Knock.
A knock at the door.
The prank must be ending. Maybe Maisha, my big sister, is laughing her head off.
I opened the door.
It wasn't Maisha.
A young woman stood there. Short black hair, brown eyes, and a classic maid outfit. Her expression was polite—too polite. Her eyes sparkled, but I sensed something behind that smile: disgust.
She hated me.
"I've brought your lunch, sir," she said sweetly.
Creepy.
"Ah, yes! Thank you." I took the tray with a forced smile.
She blinked in slight confusion but said nothing.
"Hope you enjoy your meal," she added, then turned and walked down the hallway.
I closed the door.
---
Meanwhile...
The maid stopped in front of a window. The sun shone brightly outside, the air calm.
"I mixed the poison into his food. He'll die ten minutes after eating it," she said.
A woman's voice spoke from the shadows. "Will there be any trace?"
"No. It'll dissolve entirely in his system. No one will find anything. I made it myself."
"Good. Report back when it's done."
The maid bowed. "Yes, ma'am."
---
NBack in the room...
I stared at the food tray.
It looked good... too good. But I knew better. If this were a prank, they probably tampered with it.
No way I am eating this crap.
People always underestimated me. I never let them see what they want. I'm cautious by nature.
I headed toward the window to dump the food outside. But the moment I opened it—
What the...hell?
Outside, cars floated mid-air—hovering, gliding. Bikes too.
Even massive trains soared through the sky.
Am I dreaming?
No, this was too real. Too vivid.
Not a prank. Not a dream.
If I think what I think it is...
I ran to the mirror.
The reflection wasn't mine.
Black hair. Green eyes. A sharp jawline hidden under softer features. Not conventionally attractive—but there was potential in the bone structure, in the gaze. Like a canvas halfway through a masterpiece.
"This..."
I touched my face.
I've transmigrated.
A new world. A new body.
Oh shit...