'Battle of Heros and Dragons'. A Webnovel so great it got a manhwa adaptation, an anime adaptation and a live action aswell.
The Webnovel was read worldwide, even by people who lived in the streets. How the homeless got phones and access to read the Webnovel is a mystery but that was it. The mentally and the terminally ill aswell.
Many enjoyed the story, but there was one who loved it so much he was willing to spend his savings on a book, not knowing whether it would be canceled or if the author would vanish, leaving it forever unfinished.
His name was Alexander Drake. The man had been living in the hospital for quite some time—five birthdays spent within sterile walls. Why? He was sick, obviously.
A disease that no doctor could identify, a sickness that remained a mystery despite every test and treatment.
Both doctors and Alex himself had given up so all that was left was for him to croak.
Alex had turned to the novel as a solace, a refuge from the loneliness and real, unrelenting pain he endured.
Until it was time. No sick patient lives long. Right?
He had finished the webnovel, devoured the manhwa adaptation, watched the anime, and even seen the live-action version. He would have auditioned as an actor himself if only he were healthy—but fate had been cruel.
"Well, I can feel it… death."
"Is this what it's supposed to feel like?" Alex muttered.
His eyes were black as night, his hair dark as charcoal. His cheeks were sunken, his skin pale—almost ghostly. Deep shadows lingered under his lifeless eyes, and his body was so thin it looked as though death had already claimed him. He looked as though he had been sucked clean by a vampire.
"Well, at least I lived long enough to read this masterpiece," he murmured, thinking of the novel that had been his only solace.
Then, without warning, he closed his eyes and thought, I hope this isn't the end… maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and read it once more.
Darkness followed.
He had died—quietly, unknowingly, without even realizing it.
And then—
"---!"
"Huh, what's going on? Am I being called…? I'm sleeping here, can't they see that? Ugh, so aggravating. I just want to wake up and reread the novel, you bastards!"
But, the voice he had heard was not of someone he knew of. It was foreign.
"Ca---!"
"Huh, the fuck is up with these bastards, I'm sle—"
Just as he was about to finish, he realized something: this wasn't his own voice. It sounded younger—much younger. Not the 35-year-old voice he had known all his life.
He realized something was off—but what exactly was it?
But then—
"CALEB!! WAKE UP, YOU DISGUSTING PIECE OF TRASH!!!"
Wow. To think someone could be this noisy.
Startled, he jolted upright, drenched in sweat. Alex—or rather, Caleb now—looked toward the source of the shouting.
It was a female, dressed in a maid outfit. His eyes scanned the surroundings: a massive room, easily twice the size of his old apartment. He was lying on a huge bed—a king-sized bed. But—
How was he here—no, why was he here?
Those were the questions racing through his mind.
He looked at the woman in the maid outfit—brown hair, yellow eyes—a clear sign of her role.
She spoke, "Hey, wake up, Mr. Caleb. It's late, and the instructor is waiting for you at the private training grounds."
There was a brief pause, about eight seconds, as they glanced at each other.
"Huh?" was all he could manage to say.
Then a chime echoed in his mind.
A red screen appeared before him, displaying:
[Initializing]!
[Time left after synthesis with the world: 10:00]!
"The hell… is this supposed to be a joke that I'm not getting?!" he said while looking at the maid.
"It must be the drugs,"he muttered, trying to steady his breathing. "I mean—it has to be, because what the hell is happening?"
His voice trembled as he looked around the luxurious room again. "Those damned doctors… they must've given me some kind of extreme hallucinogen. Yeah, that's right."
He nodded to himself, as if that alone could make sense of the madness unfolding before his eyes.
The maid clearly looked shocked because—what was he saying? Doctors? Hallucinogen? Drugs?
"Is he mad?" she thought.
So the fear of training sparks madness, I see.
She then said, "Caleb, are you feeling unwell?"
'This woman—she keeps changing. She calls me Mr., and then she doesn't.'
'Am I a joke? I should look older than her right?'
'And who the hell is Cal—'
'Wait! Don't tell me.'
His breath hitched. His words froze in his throat as the thought finally struck him like lightning.
"Wait… Caleb?" he muttered under his breath.
His eyes darted around the room again—this massive, elegant chamber wasn't anything close to the sterile white walls of the hospital. The gold-embroidered curtains, the marble floor, the intricate chandelier above—it all screamed nobility.
"No way… don't tell me this is—"
He stopped mid-sentence. His heartbeat quickened.
He then thought of the Webnovel Battle of Heroes and Dragons.
There was a character named Caleb—part of a powerful and renowned clan. But he wasn't the protagonist. No, Caleb was just a third-rate villain, the kind who appeared for a few chapters before meeting a miserable end at the hands of the hero.
'If I'm right…' Alexander's thoughts froze midstream.
'Then I've died?'
"If I've died, then that means…" he paused, the thought sinking in, "I've possessed this guy's body."
A bitter laugh escaped him. "If that's the case, I'm either lucky or very unlucky—lucky to get a new body and live again… or unlucky because this guy's supposed to die in the next few days."
The maid then formed a fist with her left hand and struck Alex—no—Caleb's head. He groaned, rubbing his head. "The fuck is up with you—" The last words were lost, but the rest came through loud and clear.
"Caleb, you—" She paused. "Haaa", she sighed. "If it's a problem, I'll go tell the patriarch that you're not ready for training."
At that, a sudden chill ran down his spine. Raw fear.
The patriarch. The family of Caleb is a dangerous one. A family known to be the strongest and closest to Dragon blood. They have the purest Dragon blood in them. So if it's that Caleb from that novel then the patriarch was someone he had to avoid.
The patriarch was, in simple terms a beast. A monster that's undefiable I mean someone whom you can't defy no matter what.
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