He didn't know what to do now. He had finally calmed himself down, and for a grown man like him, he had no choice but to accept his fate. After all, there was a much bigger problem staring him in the face—
He was completely naked.
He hadn't noticed earlier, too overwhelmed by the pain and the sheer confusion of what had just happened to him. His mind had been in complete chaos, unable to process anything else. But now that things had settled... Well, the 'thing' hanging down there was certainly making its presence known.
And that wasn't even the strangest part.
"Since when did my body look this good?"
Originally, his physique had been average at best—nothing impressive, nothing terrible. But now… His muscles were toned, his frame lean yet powerful. It was a body that looked like it had been sculpted through years of discipline and training.
He quickly shook his head, pushing away that ridiculous thought. Dying once and experiencing excruciating pain must've messed with his brain. There was no other explanation.
"At least leave some clothes..." He muttered as if the mysterious voice will hear him.
Out of frustration, he ran a hand through his hair—only to freeze.
His hair was long. And silky. And… completely different from what he remembered. His brows furrowed as he grabbed a fistful, yanking it forward into his line of sight.
"White hair!?"
What the hell? Did he reincarnate into someone else's body? An old grandpa with a ripped physique?!
Just as panic started creeping in again, his eyes landed on a small river nearby. Without hesitation, he rushed over, kneeling by the water's edge. The clear surface reflected his face back at him.
What he saw made his breath hitch.
A teenager stared back at him. White, long hair. Piercing blue eyes. And his features—still unmistakably his, but refined, sharpened, perfected. It was as if someone had taken his face and upgraded it to its max-level version.
Nexús blinked. Once. Twice. Then, a single thought crashed into his mind, sending his brain into overdrive.
"What the fuck…?"
His fingers trembled as he touched his face, pinching his cheeks over and over again as if trying to wake himself from a dream. But no matter how many times he did, the reflection didn't change.
And then, realization struck.
This wasn't just some random body.
He recognized it.
It was a character—a completely random character he had made years ago.Memories surged forward like a dam breaking.
He had barely put any thought into this OC. Unlike the detailed, well-crafted characters he saw in anime or games, this one had been something he threw together on a whim. A quick doodle on a boring afternoon. A half-baked creation he made just because he was messing around with a character generator.
White hair? He picked it randomly because it looked majestic.
Blue eyes? He thought they were cool.
A face that looked like an overpowered protagonist? He had cranked every setting to "max" without thinking.
And the name…
Nexús.
Not even a well-thought-out name. Just something he slapped on because it sounded "edgy and cool" at the time.
Yet here he was. In this very body.
"H-How…?"
A shaky breath left his lips as he stared at his reflection in the water. His thoughts were a chaotic mess, tangled up in emotions he couldn't quite sort through.
He didn't know what to feel.
Was he happy? In a way, yes—his body was practically perfect now. Strong, lean, and way more attractive than the average man. He had been given a second chance at life, and instead of waking up as some weakling, he was inside a body that looked straight out of a fantasy novel. A protagonist's body.
That should be a good thing, right?
But he was also shocked,how could he not be? It was one thing to wake up in another world, but to wake up as a random OC he barely even remembered creating? It was ridiculous. A scenario that made no sense.
This wasn't supposed to be possible.
At the same time, he felt… proud? It was weird, but seeing how well-made this body was, he couldn't help but admire his past self's accidental genius(he isn't). The character was definitely protagonist material—handsome, unique, and probably hiding some absurd power.
Yah he guess...
But then, beneath all that, there was also worry.
He didn't know where he was. He didn't know why he was here. And worst of all, he had no idea what kind of world this was. If this really was the OC he had made, did that mean he was in some fantasy setting? A dangerous one? Was he alone? Or were there people—no, creatures—lurking nearby, ready to strike?
The mixture of emotions churned inside him like a storm, making his head throb. It was too much. Too overwhelming. He had to focus on something else before he drove himself insane.
With a frustrated sigh, Nexús looked down at himself—only to grimace.
His entire body was covered in blood. Thick, sticky, half-dried blood that clung to his skin like a second layer. It reeked of iron, and now that he was calmer, he could feel it—the disgusting sensation of dried blood cracking over his skin, mixed with fresh stains where he had healed.
Yeah, he needed to clean himself immediately.
Shoving aside his spiraling thoughts, he stepped into the river, wincing as the cold water rushed over his skin. He scrubbed furiously, watching as the crimson stains dissolved into the current, leaving his pale skin spotless once more. His new body truly was flawless—not a single scar remained from his previous injuries.
Once he was clean, another problem immediately presented itself.
He was still naked.
He needed to cover himself—at least his lower half. Walking around like this felt way too weird like pervert.
His eyes darted around his surroundings, searching for anything usable. Luckily, after a short search, he spotted a large leaf nearby. It was wide enough to at least cover the essentials.
"...This'll have to do for now."
He tied it around his waist like a makeshift loincloth, securing it as best as he could. It wasn't great, but at least he wasn't completely exposed anymore.
Now, the next problem—where the hell was he supposed to find actual clothes?
Nexús sighed, running a hand through his damp hair as he started walking aimlessly. His bare feet pressed against the damp earth, the cool breeze brushing against his skin. He was still dumbfounded by everything, his mind racing with questions he couldn't answer.
Where was he?
Why was he here?
And more importantly…
Why did this stupid leaf barely cover anything?!
With every step, he could feel the wind teasing his backside, reminding him that his ass was still completely exposed. If someone saw him like this, they'd probably think he was some kind of wild jungle man—or worse, a lunatic.
"Dammit…" he muttered under his breath, pulling at the leaf in a desperate attempt to make it cover more, only for it to stubbornly stay in place.
Just great. Not only was he lost in an unknown world, but now he had to walk around with his bare ass out like some primitive caveman.
Could this situation get any worse?
The answer is yes.
A few moments later,
Nexús kept walking, his bare feet brushing against the dirt as he wandered aimlessly through the dense forest. It had taken him longer than he'd expected to find a way out—he had gotten lost multiple times, circling back to the same damn trees like a fool.He got chased by some big flies then snake then weird plant and some monkey.
He survived.
Thankfully, he hadn't run into any dangerous creatures like bear or something.Not that he knew if this world even had dangerous beasts, but considering how insane his situation already was, he wasn't about to test his luck.
He only a normal human beside his healing ability.
Eventually, after what felt like an eternity of struggling through thick branches and uneven terrain, he finally spotted something ahead.
A road.
His eyes widened slightly, relief washing over him. A proper dirt road, one that looked well-traveled, meaning there had to be people nearby. And sure enough, as he followed it, a town came into view in the distance.
It was unfamiliar to him—quaint but lively, surrounded by stone walls that weren't particularly tall, but enough to protect the settlement from unwanted visitors.
Like him.
Nexús slowed his steps, his mind working through the problem now in front of him.
How was he supposed to enter the town?
If he just casually walked through the front gate dressed in nothing but a single oversized leaf, he'd probably get chased out instantly.
No—definitely chased out.
He could already imagine it.
"Pervert!"
"Someone catch that lunatic!"
"Why is his ass out?!"
His body shuddered involuntarily, his hair standing on end at the thought of being humiliated like that.
Yeah. No thanks.
"Let's go sneaky," he murmured to himself, nodding in determination.He had experienced watched some movies related with spy or assassin.
His eyes darted around as he crouched low, moving like some discount spy sneaking into enemy territory. He probably looked insane, creeping along the wall like a lunatic, but hey—desperate times called for desperate measures.
After some searching, he finally found something useful—a hole at the base of the wall, just big enough for him to squeeze through.
A grin tugged at his lips. Perfect.
He carefully maneuvered his way in, moving slowly so he wouldn't make noise. The passage was tighter than he expected, though, and for a brief moment—
His bare ass got stuck.
"...Oh, come on!" he hissed in frustration, wiggling himself forward. He refused to go down like this. Imagine getting caught because his naked ass was hanging halfway out of a hole.
With one final push, he slipped through, tumbling forward onto the ground with an ungraceful thud.
He exhaled in relief. Mission accomplished.So far no one noticed him.
And then—luck struck again when he looked around.Right in front of him, hanging from a wooden rack, was clothing.Freshly washed, left out to dry, and completely unguarded.
Even better, the area was pretty hidden—tucked between buildings, away from the busier streets. No one had seen him sneak in, no one had seen him steal the clothes, and no one had seen his embarrassing leaf era.
Without hesitation, he grabbed a set that looked like it would fit—a plain white t-shirt and a pair of short black pants. The material was simple, but he couldn't afford to be picky.He also found a sandal that fits him.
He hurriedly put them on, grateful to finally be covered—until he looked down.
His eyes twitched.
There was a flower printed in the middle of the shirt.
And not just that.The black shorts he had taken? They had small flowers embroidered on them too.
Both. On. His. Pants.
Nexús stood there in silence, staring at himself.At least he isn't naked anymore.
Finally, Nexús could step outside without worrying about being called a pervert. Now fully clothed—even if the clothes weren't exactly to his taste—he walked into the bustling streets, ready to blend in.
Or so he thought.
The moment he stepped out, he felt it. The stares. At first, it was just a few lingering glances. Then, more people started turning their heads. Soon enough, nearly everyone he passed was looking at him, whispering amongst themselves.
His body tensed. His mind immediately jumped to the worst conclusion.
"Shit, did they already catch me?!"
Had someone seen him sneaking in through the wall? Did the owner of the clothes he "borrowed" realize something was missing? He was sure no one had seen him, but maybe he'd made a mistake somewhere?
Forcing himself to stay calm, he acted natural, keeping his expression neutral as he continued walking. Just act like you belong here like a local. Look expressionless. Don't make eye contact—
Too late.
As he casually scanned his surroundings, his gaze accidentally locked with a woman passing by. She froze. Her eyes widened, her face instantly turning bright red. She clutched her chest like she had been physically struck, her breath hitching as she visibly panicked. Then, without warning, she spun around and hurried off, practically running away.
"...Huh?"
That reaction confused him more than anything. Why had she looked at him like that? It almost seemed like— And then it hit him. He wasn't in his old body anymore.
His face, his physique—everything had changed. He wasn't just some exhausted office worker with average looks anymore. He was inside the body of an absurdly good looking OC he had made.He never thought that his oc will be this good looking.
The realization washed over him like a bucket of cold water. He wasn't being stared at because he was suspicious.
"Why is a handsome guy like him just walking around here? Aww~!"
Nexús blinked as he caught snippets of conversation from a group of girls nearby, their voices hushed but full of excitement.
"He looks like a prince… or maybe a noble?kyaa" another girl whispered dreamily.
"Tch! He's not that handsome," a random guy grumbled in the background, clearly jealous. "Look at his clothes! He must be a pirate!"
The girls only looked at the guy with deadpan when the people getting busy again with their stuff.
His eye twitched.
"Wait. What?"
Did that guy just say—pirate?
For real?
For a brief second, excitement stirred inside him. If this was the kind of world where pirates actually existed, then maybe… just maybe… he had been reincarnated into one piece?
No way but.... maybe yes and maybe not.he can't tell.He hope so.
Glancing down at his outfit, he grimaced. Maybe to them, he looked like some weird, eccentric pirate trying to blend in. He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
He didn't have time to deal with this right now. Shaking his head, he pushed those thoughts aside and focused on something more important—his surroundings.
Now that he had a moment to breathe, he took in the town properly. It had a clear medieval aesthetic. The streets were made of stone, lined with rustic wooden buildings with tiled roofs. Market stalls were scattered around, selling goods like fresh produce, fabrics, and handmade tools. People bustled about, chatting and haggling over prices.
But what really caught his attention was the lack of anything modern. No cars. No streetlights. Not even a single electrical wire in sight. That's when the realization hit him like a brick to the face.
"What about my handphone?"
His stomach dropped. No internet. No Google. No social media. No life!?When he tired of working,that thing was the one will help him release the stress.
A slow, creeping horror settled in his chest. And then, as if his brain wanted to torture him further, another terrifying thought surfaced—
"What about the toilets?"
Would he have to squat over some primitive hole in the ground?! His eye twitched again.
He desperately pushed the thought away before he spiraled into full-blown panic. That was a problem for future Nexús. Right now, he had more pressing matters to deal with.
He needed more information. If he wanted to survive in this world, the first step was figuring out where he was and what kind of place this was.
Glancing around, he searched for someone who looked approachable enough to ask. It was time to get some answers.