Suddenly being thrown into the novel's world and possessing a pretty much fucked up character made him have no choice but to continue his life as a new identity. And just like any sane person who transmigrated into a book, of course, he would destroy every red flag that stood in his way. Yet, unbeknownst to him, every single thing he did was just wrecking the storyline more and even more; to the point that the plot had become utterly screwed, thanks to him. ===== A/N: This novel is heavily inspired by many famous video games.
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a reddish glow across the landscape, and the rhythmic beat of hooves filled the evening air. Nathaniel, seated in the carriage with arms folded, peered out the window toward the expansive field before him. The fading sun bathed the meadow in a gentle light, vibrant wildflowers swaying gently in the breeze.
Nathaniel shifted his sight inward and found his brother sitting across from him. Adrian's features suffused with a gentle warmth emanating from the carriage's interior as he was engrossed in a book. Several hours had passed, yet he showed no sign of wavering from the book anytime soon.
When a thought kicked in, Nathaniel voiced it. "You never change—"
Adrian glanced at the sound and locked eyes with Nathaniel, noting a flicker of longing within those golden orbs.
"—you love books."
Without breaking their eye contact, Adrian closed his book and shrugged nonchalantly. "It's just my habit."