Transmigration
The man who was swallowed by darkness regained his consciousness after a brief moment, he found himself in a new body but couldn't move at all.
So he just sat by and watched everything unfold, how 'he' moved, talk, habits, and emotions.
He absorbed everything that man has and suddenly found himself lost to who he really is. Is he that man he is watching or is he still the past him.
Doubts rise in times of the unknown, and as a human, it is our primal instinct to fear the unknown. His thoughts ran like machines without rest and he started to overthink things.
But the unfolding events still continued as he watched everything unfold before his eyes.
Slowly, he forgets everything about himself, who he is, his name, and even his 20 years of experience of life is vanishing slowly.
His ego was being devoured without his knowing that a monotonous voice rang in his ears:
[Synchronization - 69%]
He continued watching the dream he is experiencing right now. Of course, he had no choice in the first place.
[Synchronization - 100%]
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[First Person POV]
Huh? What happened?
I opened my eyes slowly and looked around. People, people, and people inside an unfamiliar room.
I took a deep breath before I observed the surroundings with peripheral vision to not appear suspicious in this unfamiliar room and people.
Who knows, someone might suddenly stab me in the back.
I'm overthinking things, right? Ehem, I think I just raised a flag.
Throwing my useless thoughts in the back of my head, I observed the surroundings with great attention.
I just noticed this but, have these people who are talking are speaking in an unfamiliar yet familiar language.
That's right, they are speaking in the Korean language. They have never studied that language before, but I can understand it somehow.
Then that dream struck my head like lightning.
I hurriedly look around again and noticed that they were all Korean. I reached out for my phone instinctively in my pocket.
I used it as a mirror and the face I saw was the face of the person who appeared in my dream.
Damn guy! What did you do?! I silently cursed at that hateful guy.
Crossing with my heart that I'd punch his face even if I had to go overseas and spend my hard-earned money! Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I focused on the part of why am I here? Is this also a dream?
An experiment made by that guy? I wondered before I mentally took a note of that. I rubbed my eyebrows as I felt an incoming headache would come.
As I was starting to cope with my problems one by one, a man appeared so suddenly that gasps and exclamations of shock resounded inside the room.
"The hell?"
"What kind of bullshit is happening?"
"Crazy."
The man had that sophisticated atmosphere aroound him, wearing a tuxedo with a white neck-tie paired with slick black shoes that made him look like a butler from a slentious noble family.
He bowed slightly and made a fake cough which attracted everyone's attention immediately like there is something that captivated them.
I narrowed my eyes, staring at him intently, wondering if is that his charisma or is there something suspiscous in him.
As he opened his mouth, which attracted everyone's attention, he said:
"Good day folks, my name is Mike, the Guide of Area 11 and I personally welcome you to and congratulate you on entering The Lost Paradise."
As that last word fell, an incredulous thought popped into my head. Paradise? What the fuck?
I shook my head and denied that thought, not believing Mike's words at all.
He continued: "But you can't be too happy, we're just starting and the tests begin here. A bloody test, so if you're afraid of blood, I suggest you leave now. The door is open for you."
He said while pointing at the door where a maid from god knows where she came from appeared and opened it.
"Yeah, green guys should leave now or they might wet their pants in fright." A burly man with a bald head said while snickering.
I don't know why he was glancing at me when he said that. I know that my face right now is handsome but that is too much of an envy, right?
"Yeah!"
"That's right!"
"He-he-he."
A look of visible disgust appeared on my face when another three ugly people joined the fray.
Not discriminating against ugly guys, but their faces are just an embodiment of abomination honestly. Plus, the way they look like a lackey of that burly man is a turn off.
Do they think they are the boss here? Hah.
But because no one entertained their useless talks, the Guide continued then,
"It looks like everyone is determined! Great! Now, for the most important part, we will give the bags to the invited ones!"
Ah, now that he said it. There are 7 people, including me, are sitting while 23 people are standing.
An obvious discrimination against them. I vaguely felt it, but now, I think I'm sure where I am....
The guide took out a cellphone, he looked at it and said, "Lee Soo-Ah?"
A man on my left side raised his hand.
The maid brought him a bag while the man accepted it carefully.
"Lee You-min."
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"Oh? A silver mark?" His surprised reaction drew a lot of attention and he seemed eager as the maid carefully handed him the silver bag.
I, too, was curious about the contents of the bag.
But my curiosity was interrupted because of the guide's yell.
"Sung Shihyun?"
"Is Sung Shihyun here?"
Who?
"Sung Shihyun?"
In a daze, I didn't know what to say. The maid got closer to the Guide, and pointed at me.
"Oh! Ehem, Mr. Sung Shihyun, here is your bag."
The maid walked closer to me and handed me a golden bag.
As a good citizen of the country, I subconsciously said 'thank you' and accepted the bag.
I looked into the bag dazedly, my thoughts ran wildly.
I am Sung Shihyun...?
The test, the golden bag, the guide, the inviteds....
They are all part of only one novel I can think of.
The Second Coming of Gluttony.
And I transmigrated as the novel's third rate villain.
Shit.
[A/N: Yo, still slow updates, I'm still adjusting on writing again. Once I adjusted to it, I'll be back on my usual updates 3-4 chapters per week or might be more depending on how I can manage my time.]