Transmigrated as a Wrong Character in a Sorcerer World

"Quick, activate the safety mechanisms. I think we've got it!" A handsome man wearing a lab coat and a special suit ran through a huge room with numerous scientific mechanisms. He smiled proudly as he headed for a door.

In this place, very advanced computers and other strange things were neatly arranged in a large row beside a vast glass wall dividing the room. On the other side of the glass, big, highly resistant tubes crossed from one side to the other, forming what today is known as a Particle Accelerator.

The people looked on in shock at what the man planned to do. "Professor Klaus, we may lose control; what are you planning to do!? Don't come in; the authorized staff is caring for it!" One of them quickly stood up to stop him; it was one of Klaus's students.

Klaus smiled at him, "What other personnel more authorized than me can be there? Don't worry; activate the security mechanisms. I will prove to you that my work of 10 years is a success." Without bothering further, Klaus opened the door and stepped inside.

"Sir!"

"Professor!"

Numerous people stood up, concerned.

Right now, Klaus's specially designed particle accelerator, which is the best in the world today, was malfunctioning, or so everyone thought. They all knew that going in there was not a wise choice, but they couldn't stop it.

After colliding several newly discovered particles thousands of times, Klaus hoped to find the ultimate particle or energy to explain the 'Void'.

For hundreds of years, the 'Void' has bothered scientists. What is it? What is in the 'Void'? The questions remain much the same as during the scientific boom of the 2,000s. None of these questions have been answered, and it seemed that this would not change anytime soon.

But something changed with Klaus's arrival: He was a great genius in the scientific world, especially in Physics, who was getting closer and closer to having the Theory of Everything. His research and theories, for now, were all proven by mathematical methods.

He is the most outstanding of the current generation of scientists and those who have existed for the last few hundred years, winning the Nobel Prize twice in his short life.

Everyone present knew how important this person was for the current scientific world, so it would be best for him to leave. They were facing such a big problem that they had to activate the security mechanisms; it would be best for him to get out of there.

But for Klaus, this was not the case.

If something went wrong in his research, if the particles he discovered had a problem, he needed to see it firsthand to understand how to make the subsequent tests go right. He was not going to invent something and hide when it failed; he would be in front of that failure so he could understand why it failed and thus repair it!

That was his way of life, so he didn't look back when he stepped to the other side of the crystals. This was possibly the most critical moment of his scientific life, and he knew it.

As soon as he took a step to the other side of the crystals, he immediately ran to where the authorized personnel were.

As he ran underneath these huge tubes, he frowned.

'The particles are giving off too much heat...' He thought. An indescribable thrill suddenly surrounded his face.

This heat was not felt on the other side of the crystals but could be 'seen' with the corresponding machines. That's why they knew that the accelerator was presenting problems. But Klaus knew better than anyone that this heat was part of his research and was leading him to the right place.

This heat was not a problem, much less a failure. The heat meant that his research had been successful, so he quickly ran to where the security computers were located.

The authorized personnel were shocked when they saw him arrive, but Klaus could not take his eyes off the computers.

He focused his gaze on one of them, and his body trembled slightly. It was not from excitement but from indescribable fear and rage.

He immediately ran.

"Shit, get off; what are you doing?" he shouted and pushed one of them, making him fall backward and sitting on the ground.

The person who was pushed had an almost palpable look of arrogance and pride, and even a proud smile adorned his face despite what he was doing.

Klaus paid no attention to him, instead focusing on the computer.

That guy wasn't planning to help; he was messing everything up!

Quickly, Klaus started typing various things while trying to change what that guy was doing.

After a minute of trying, Klaus was shocked. "It's too late... The bug has been successfully implanted."

As he said this, the computers began to crash.

All the screens filled with red alerts, and the alarms in this research center began to sound, announcing that an irreversible error had invaded the Particle Accelerator.

The heat it gave off increased dramatically, causing it to exceed irreversible degrees even with the safety mechanisms active rapidly. The configuration that the previous guy had made, what it did was to make tens of thousands more particles collide in an instant, thus increasing the heat emitted, which quickly began to burn much of the Particle Accelerator from the inside.

Klaus was in shock for a second, but he was still a good teacher. He quickly stood up and shouted to them, "GET OUT OF HERE, NOW!" His shout was heard even on the other side of the glass.

Even so, suddenly, an explosion resembling the blast of a nuclear bomb erupted on the spot.

Klaus turned around in shock, feeling his ears shattered instantly. Turning around, he saw when a black cloud of strange energy swallowed him whole.

'Energy... Core... I see...'

Klaus began to feel his body being destroyed, and although it seemed incredible, he felt like it was being destroyed slowly. It was a harrowing and excruciating process.

Feeling your flesh and bones being destroyed at such a slow speed was terrifying, but even at that moment, he tried to understand what was killing him.

He was dying, and the pain in his body was terrifying, but his thirst for curiosity and his love of research would not die so easily.

He wanted to understand everything, even what was right now killing his body!

His consciousness remained intact until his whole being was enveloped in infinite darkness, and he could not see nor think of anything else.

But, in a few seconds, consciousness returned to him, strangely.

Confused, he opened his eyes.

'A roof?' He thought as he looked at a poorly made cement roof.

Finding this strange, he tried to stand up. Still, his heart protested with a pang. The pain made him tremble a little, but as his eyes opened fully and he was half-sitting up, he felt dazed.

That beautiful, large laboratory he had painstakingly built had been transformed into a poorly decorated room.

The room was dimly lit, with two candles in each corner that seemed slowly burning out. Cobwebs were on the walls, and dust accumulated on the floor. There wasn't too much stuff in it.

He was sitting on a slightly messy bed where he had been sleeping. The bed looked casual; it was wooden and crudely made without an ounce of finesse. Besides, it was a tiny single bed. Because of Klaus' height, his legs stuck out of it.

To his left was nothing, just a wooden door. To his right rested a small wooden desk with a small book, a mirror, and little else.

This room had no windows, so it was dark. The only light coming in was through the cracks in the door from what, possibly, is a hallway of some construction site or something similar.

Klaus was confused by how it was that he got here.

'Am I incarcerated or something? Did they put me in jail for blowing up the lab? No, that would be ridiculous. If it blew up, that means I died.' He frowned after thinking about this.

'I've never seen a room like this. And certainly, I remember the lab exploding...' He was a bit confused by this and wanted to find the answer.

So he got up and wanted to walk to the door. Maybe if he saw outside the room, he could find out where it was.

Still, just as he thought about doing that, the reflection of his face showed up in the square mirror resting on the wooden desk.

'Huh?' The calmness that had always characterized him mingled with his infinite curiosity at the sight of an unfamiliar face, so he turned to look at the mirror.

He couldn't help but feel stunned by what he saw, but he quickly moved closer.

"Is it me? Since when did I become so handsome? And these purple eyes? My God, I could even romance the world's great beauties if I walk down the street like this."

Somehow, he was smiling.

Not that he was an ugly person in the past. At the very least, he was self-confident and did exercise. But the difference between then and now was a chasm.

His current appearance was handsome and chiseled. Although he looked quite gaunt, skinny, and pale, perhaps due to eating problems, this did not hide the masculine beauty of his face or aura. His deep black hair, as deep as the void of space, reached to his shoulder and gave him a strangely manly appearance.

Still, the most striking thing about him was his eyes.

A pair of purple eyes, bright as stars and as deep as the infinity of the void of space, slightly illuminated this dark and lonely room, like stars illuminating with their own light.

Although confusion reigned in his mind, he thought: 'Hey, if you give me such a good appearance, even if I look like an undead, I won't complain. God, these eyes even look like a neutron star; what more can I ask for?'

Although he was joking with himself, what he was thinking was just what he meant.

As his mind wandered about his appearance and joking with himself, suddenly his mind 'clicked', and he found a memory from the past.

An appearance he had seen several years ago.

No, instead, that he CREATED.

At the same time, numerous memories hit his mind before he could even think about it. Although these memories seemed clouded, they still connected with the current appearance, making him feel dazed.

"I... Did I transmigrate to that novel?" He even raised his voice in shock. "Transmigration exists?" He suddenly held his hand to his head in confusion.

"Wait, wait... As a scientist, it's only natural that I can't deny something that hasn't been proven to be possible. I've even dreamed about the possibility that fantasy exists, and that's why I volunteered to help my student write this novel. But...is fantasy real!?"

With the memories coming back to him, he quickly realized that the new face and eyes belonged to a character who was once going to be part of a story created by one of his students. He knows this because he created the character, although later, that character was not added to the novel because of secondary issues.

He worked on that story and knew a couple of things, so the memories that came to him, although sparse and foggy, reminded him of that particular novel.

'It can't be...' He thought, almost smiling, but suddenly, a slight headache hit him. His headache intensified briefly, and in front of his eyes, he could see more than 15 years of life in just a second that were trying to take shape in his mind as if they were his new reality.

This caused him to stagger slightly, so he grabbed the table beside him. His sudden movement knocked the book on the table to the floor, preventing him from falling.

That pile of new information joined his memories of Earth and strengthened his belief about where he had arrived.

That made his eyes focus once again, and they shone with a different intensity. He looked at the book that had fallen and picked it up. He gently ran his hand over the book cover and smiled a little.

"Sorcerer World..." He read what the book's cover said; underneath those words were also two patterns.

One resembled a glowing Golden Ring, and the other was a strange, triangle-like shape of a dark color. The cover's green color highlighted it.

"This is..." He could recognize them; they were something from the novel. He immediately went to open it but suddenly became aware of something different.

"Wait." He spoke. "Suppose the fantasy is real and transmigration is possible. As a good fan of fantasy novels and a scientist, I can't deny its existence; if it happened to me, it would be fine. But wouldn't it be normal to transmigrate into the body of the protagonist? Even into the body of a secondary character, an Extra or even a villain, wasn't that what the fantasy novels said?"

Among the novels he had read in his life were of every genre. And while he wasn't a big fan of books based on novels, he had read several of that genre.

And in none of them...

Under no circumstances did the protagonist transmigrate into a character's body that did not exist in the novel.

'This character, I'm sure, was deleted from the planning, and although I don't remember why, I'm sure it was a discarded character. I am very sure...'

Suddenly, a strange light crossed his eyes.

"Wait... Did I Transmigrate in a Wrong Character?"

*Knock*

*Knock*

Klaus suddenly snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the knock on the door, which caused him to frown. Finally, he remembered where he was and that his situation was not good.