I squirmed like a worm, dragged my feet as I tried to get the half of my buried body out of the debris, but it was futile. Only trails of dark bloods painted the floors of the burning house. My sight was covered in dark smoke, with the bright fire dancing in front of me, I finally gave up. Glancing at the book in my arms, I had given up. As the fire neared me, I clutched the book tighter in my chest. With my vision coming to an end, I have accepted that I died just like that. But when I opened my eyes, a grand sight welcomed me. I had a starring battle with the reflection of the a guy on the glass only to realize, "So, I was the handsome dude?" I have become Caelan Callisto Sorcierre, the character from the book I was trying to save. A haughty noble that died in the novel I was reading... "..." Thump. Like my whole strength leaving my body, the butler came to me on the perfect timing. "Young master?" He asked. First of all, while thinking about how to not die in this world... "Food...can I have...some food?" I asked weakly at the Butler.