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I Transmigrated as a Vampiric Prince

I tried to be a hero. I tried to push my coworkers out of the way. But sadly... *Thump.* The reality was cruel. My weak, malnourished body couldn't move them even an inch. "Ah." And, I realized it then. I really, really wasn't a protagonist. Then, darkness swallowed me whole. After death, I expected hell. Or perhaps a permanent void of non-existence. Instead, I woke up in a room fit for a royal, breathing air as if after decades of suffering, my useless lungs were finally healed. "Where... am I?" I looked into the obsidian mirror standing in the corner. The face staring back wasn't mine. Pale skin. Crimson eyes. Hair like a waterfall of ashy snow. Sethius Von Nevermore. A Prince. A prodigy. A monster. And... a man soon to be declared dead. My heart sank. I knew this world. I knew this story. In the novel I used to read, Sethius was a plot device destined to die just to give the story a reason to truly start. "Heh." A dry chuckle escaped my lips. Destined to die again? Crushed under rocks this time instead of steel beams? However, sadly for this world... "I refuse." Even though I wouldn't stop the war. Even though I wouldn't save the world. I will simply cut anything that stands in my way. Because it seems this body really, really likes to cut things. And pancakes. We can't forget about the pancakes. ._._._._._._._._._._._._._._. 1) Enjoy the story (3rd time is the charm, right...right??) 2) Inglish isn't my main language

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