"Haa… finally finished it."
Chris let out a tired sigh as he closed the app on his cracked phone.
"This novel was way too long. But yeah… it's one of the best I've read till now."
The Six Primordials.
A story filled with gods, bloodlines, emperors, and doomed nobles. A world far more exciting than his own.
Chris was twenty years old. An orphan.
His parents had died in an accident when he was ten, and since then, he had lived alone in a tiny rented room that barely deserved to be called an apartment.
His life was… unremarkable.
No friends.
No social life.
No one waiting for him anywhere.
Even after entering university, nothing changed. He attended classes, worked part-time, came home exhausted, and repeated the same cycle every day.
Lately, even that fragile routine was breaking.
He was almost out of money.
The tuition fees were due.
His part-time jobs barely paid enough to cover rent and food.
And there weren't many jobs a broke university student like him could take.
Honestly, he was on the verge of quitting university altogether.
The only thing that made him feel alive anymore was reading novels.
They were his escape.
His only window into worlds where life actually meant something.
Chris placed his phone beside his pillow and lay back on his bed, staring at the cracked ceiling.
"So… that's it, huh."
Just another story finished.
Just another night alone.
As he closed his eyes, a sudden wave of dizziness hit him.
"Huh—?"
The room tilted. The walls seemed to bend inward. His head throbbed violently, and his vision blurred as if reality itself was tearing apart.
His heartbeat grew louder. Faster.
"What the hell…?"
Before he could reach for his phone or call for help, darkness swallowed his sight completely.
And the world went silent.
************
His eyes fluttered open as he awoke with a sharp gasp.
The first thing he noticed was the ceiling.
It wasn't the familiar cracked surface of his tiny apartment. Instead, a plain wooden ceiling stared back at him, faintly illuminated by pale morning light filtering through a narrow window.
"Ah… damn… what just happened?"
He pushed himself upright, his head still throbbing. The room around him was nothing like his old one. It was small and modest, with no fancy furnishings or luxurious décor. The wooden bed he lay on was worn and creaked softly under his weight. A single table stood in the corner, its surface scratched with age. The air smelled faintly of dust and old fabric.
"This… where am I?"
A deep sense of unease crawled up his spine.
Something wasn't right.
He lowered his gaze to his hands—and his breath hitched.
They were pale. Too pale. Slender. Delicate. Nothing like the hands he had known his entire life.
"No… no way… don't tell me…"
His heartbeat thundered in his ears.
He leapt off the bed and staggered toward a narrow mirror hanging crookedly on the wall. His reflection came into view—and his world shattered.
"What the fuck…?"
The face staring back at him was not his own.
It belonged to a strikingly handsome young man with porcelain-pale skin and sharp, aristocratic features. His hair was snow-white, falling in soft strands around his face, shimmering faintly under the light. His eyes were a deep, unnatural violet—cold, piercing, and strangely regal. A sharp jawline and high, elegant cheekbones gave him a noble, almost inhuman beauty.
"Who the hell is this…?"
He stared in stunned silence for several seconds, his breath shallow.
"Don't tell me I've entered someone else's body…"
Suddenly—
Chime.
A soft electronic sound echoed in the air.
He jerked his head up.
A translucent blue screen materialized before his eyes.
[Welcome, Host, to the world of The Six Primordials.]
"…Wait. Is this a system?"
His voice trembled.
"A system… like the ones in novels and manhwa?"
[Yes, Host.]
"Wait a second—did you just say The Six Primordials?"
[Yes, Host. You are now inside the world of The Six Primordials.]
For a moment, his mind went completely blank.
Then—
He burst out laughing.
"Ha… ha… hahaha… you've got to be kidding me."
The Six Primordials.
The same novel he had just finished reading before collapsing onto his bed.
"The same novel… I really got transmigrated into it."
[Yes, Host.]
"Well, I'll be damned."
Who in the world would have thought transmigration was actually real?
He exhaled sharply, trying to calm his racing heart.
"So… hey, System. Since I've been transmigrated… tell me. What's this body's name?"
Judging by his appearance, he definitely wasn't a commoner. Those features were far too refined. Far too noble.
But then…
Why was a noble lying in such a shabby room?
[Host, you are now… Savial Mordane.]
"…Huh?"
Savial Mordane.
The name echoed in his head like a death sentence.