"Fuck... It's huge and long...!" a young man exclaimed as he booted up the newly released game he had just purchased.
He stood within his private gaming room, a space comparable in size to a king's chamber. Despite leading an otherwise unremarkable life, Damen was arguably the wealthiest individual in town, having inherited his parents' fortune after their deaths in a tragic accident. Reluctant to assume control of the family enterprise, he transferred ownership to his avaricious uncle and elected to live in quiet comfort, retaining full possession of his parents' mansion, luxury vehicles, and considerable wealth.
The day itself was entirely routine. He spent his hours immersed in games until nightfall before eventually retiring to bed. It was already approaching 7 p.m., and he had only stepped outside earlier to purchase a new title after exhausting the rest of his collection.
As the game finished loading, the on screen interface caused his features to contort with immediate revulsion.
Damen scowled.
"What the fuck is this shit?"
He lifted the game case and examined the back, quickly realizing it revolved around Greek mythology, a subject he deeply detested. Without hesitation, he unplugged the entire system, dragged it across the room, and hurled it through the window.
The glass shattered violently, followed by the dull impact of the system striking the ground from the third floor of the house. The waning sunlight streamed through the fractured windowpane, casting shifting bands of light across the gaming room, which had until then been steeped in shadow.
He sighed and turned back toward the door.
Without warning, his heart began to pound violently, and an intense heat surged through his head, as though it were on the verge of bursting. A wave of indescribable pain consumed Damen's vision as he clutched his head and collapsed to the floor.
Blood flooded his sight, dulling it rapidly. Crimson seeped from his eyes, nose, and mouth, and soon from every pore of his skin. He could no longer endure it.
He screamed in agony.
"Help. Help."
"Fuck. I forgot I live alone. What kind of hell is this?"
Damen forced his gaze toward the ceiling as the pain refused to subside. His fists clenched tightly, and dark veins surfaced around his eyes before spreading across his entire body.
In a final, blinding instant, his complexion drained to a corpse like pallor, and he fell lifelessly to the floor without uttering another word.
***
Damen's eyes snapped open, the retreat of pain visible in his expression. He gasped for air and stretched out his hands, grasping the first thing he could touch, a toilet seat. The young man was shocked.
"Uh? How did I get inside a toilet?" Damen questioned in a trembling tone.
He was on the ground, wearing a white shirt and a blue tie paired with dark jeans, seemingly dressed like an office worker. Damen pushed the toilet door open and took another deep breath of fresh air as he slowly walked toward the mirror in front of him.
His vision began to clear gradually.
Gripping the expensive basin, he looked into the mirror and became even more stunned, to the point where he felt the urge to lose his sanity. No, he was already insane. But why were the side effects only showing up now?
Damen chuckled and looked away from the mirror.
"What an idiot I am. Let me look at myself again."
Looking into the mirror once more, he saw the same person. A very handsome man with white, wolf cut hair and well defined features, pale skin, and beautiful ocean blue eyes that made him lose himself in their depth. This person was even more handsome than his original self, almost like a god.
That single word instantly triggered a sharp pain in his head as a flood of memories surged into his mind.
Damen paused as he began to fully regain his senses.
"…No. I have been reincarnated? I got reincarnated into the damn game I just threw out my window?" he asked, struck by a fresh wave of shock.
It struck him with full force. Even though he had only seen the game interface briefly before throwing it out the window, he had managed to retain certain details that aligned perfectly with the memories of this body.
The world settings, for example.
His eyes twitched in horror.
"Life is fucking ironic, right? I never thought something like this could happen. And even if it did, not like this."
Just as he was questioning whether everything was real, a man entered the restroom, dressed in the same formal attire as Damen. He immediately recognized him as his manager at his current workplace in this world.
"Damen, why are you not at your desk yet? You have been in the restroom for almost an hour," the man said.
His manager, Leonard, was a middle aged mortal who had managed to secure a position in one of the largest corporations in this world, just like Damen. Unlike him, Leonard had been fortunate enough to rise to the position of manager after fifteen years of service.
In this world, however, such an achievement was not particularly remarkable. The truly exceptional individuals were the descendants of the gods, demigods. Once their bloodlines awakened, they were treated as celebrities. This world was one overflowing with divine power, and where such power existed, enemies followed. Monsters and other beings sought to corrupt it, which was why every awakened demigod between the ages of sixteen and eighteen was required to attend a special academy to refine their abilities and combat these threats.
They were assigned to Houses, structures similar to guilds, though they were not referred to as such. These Houses offered more benefits than anything else in this world. Ordinary mortals still existed and lived normal human lives within this divine society, but they were regarded as insignificant.
Funnily, as seen, Damen and this new body, or character, he had possessed, had almost identical names. Anyway, he had come to the restroom but suddenly passed out, and Damen awoke inside this body at the moment of his death in his own world. However, Damien was not an ordinary office worker as he appeared to be. Rather, he was far stronger than any demigod this world had to offer, possessing the affinities of the three most powerful Olympian gods, a complex combination that explained why he had kept it concealed.
Moreover, he could not attend the special academy again, as he was already beyond the eligible age, currently twenty-two years old. He was also fortunate to have secured a position in a major corporation at a very young age, with a substantial salary.
Damen, or Damien as he was now likely called, smiled and quickly became calm and composed, as if nothing had occurred. He greeted his boss and walked out of the restroom.
Leonard watched him leave and shook his head.
"Kids these days can be so annoying," he said to himself with irritation.
Damien was exceptionally handsome, admired by all the women, yet still single. When he reached his office desk, he felt disheveled again and rested his head on the table. He needed to regain his composure quickly, as he could not afford to reveal his true identity.
Although he despised Greek mythology, this world was still remarkably intriguing, particularly with the goddesses and myths. If there were one thing he wanted to do now, it would be to conquer the goddesses.
A unfamiliar voice spoke in his head, causing him to raise his head, unsure if someone was speaking to him. However, he saw that no one was; everyone was busy with their work.
'Am I hearing things now?'
Surprisingly, blue flames flashed in his eyes, and a system manifested before him.
Name: Damien
True Name: Heir of Divine Supremacy
[Awakening the benefits of your True Name...]
Divine Bloodline: Three (Zeus, Poseidon, Hades)
[Awakening the benefits of your Divine Bloodlines...]
Affinity: Thunder, Sky, Justice, Fate, Death, Shadow, Water
[Awakening three of your Affinities...(Sky), (Shadow), (Justice)]
Divine Energy: --
Abilities: --
Possessions: --
[A temporary limit has been placed on you...]