Chapter 1: A Dissatisfied Reader
The room was dark, illuminated only by the dim glow of my laptop screen. My eyes burned from hours of reading, but I refused to stop—after all, tonight was the night. The final chapter. The grand conclusion of Sovereign Ascension.
I had spent years following the protagonist's journey. Watching him grow from a nobody to a god-like figure. Fighting through war and even slaying Gods. Collecting powerful artifacts, rare bloodlines, divine blessings, and, of course, the most beautiful women imaginable.
Yet, as I read the final pages, my fingers curled into fists.
"…No way."
I scrolled back up, reading the last few paragraphs again.
"You've got to be kidding me!"
The so-called "Final Battle" was a joke. After hundreds of chapters of buildup, after overcoming impossible odds, after being handed every possible advantage… the protagonist lost. And not just any loss—he died in the stupidest, most ridiculous way possible.
A trap.
Not a god-tier strategy. Not an overwhelming enemy. Not some cosmic revelation. No. He walked right into a trap that even a child could have avoided.
"Are you stupid!?" I yelled at my screen, my voice echoing in the silence of my room. "You had every opportunity! You had everything! How did you mess this up!?"
I buried my face in my hands, groaning.
And the ending… Oh, the ending.
Instead of some great twist, some world-shattering revelation… it was a rushed epilogue about how the world moved on. The protagonist's harem of goddesses, princesses, and saints just cried for a while before moving on with their lives.
And the worst part? The guy had never even treated them right!
All those beautiful women, and the only thing he ever thought about was sex! No genuine relationships, no emotional depth—just a walking cliché with zero personality. How the hell does someone write something this stupid no emotional attactment , no relationship building or whatsoever.
"How is this fair!?" I grumbled, rubbing my temples. "I follow this novel for two fucking year spend money to read it and you give it such a fucking stupid ending.
"Fuck this novel and the stupid MC."
I sighed, closing my laptop. It wasn't worth getting so worked up over a novel.
Still, I couldn't shake the frustration.
"…If I was in that world, I wouldn't make the same mistakes , I made in this life."
With that final thought, I collapsed onto my bed, exhaustion taking over.
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A New Beginning
Warmth.
That was the first thing I felt.
A strange, comforting warmth that surrounded me from all sides.
'…What?'
My body felt heavy, as if I were wrapped in something soft. My senses were fuzzy, like I was waking from the deepest sleep of my life.
I tried to move—only to realize I couldn't.
'What the hell?'
I wanted to stretch my arms, but my limbs felt tiny. Weak.
Then, I heard it.
A gentle laughter, warm and filled with affection.
"Oh, look at him," a woman's voice spoke. "He's already moving so much. Such a strong boy…"
That voice. It was the most soothing sound I had ever heard.
A moment later, a deeper voice boomed in excitement.
"Hahaha! Did you see that!? He moved! My son is already so energetic! As expected of a child of my bloodline!"
The sheer joy and pride in that voice shook me. It sounded like a man on the verge of bursting into flames from pure excitement.
And then, as my vision cleared, I saw them.
A woman, her beauty so overwhelming it didn't seem real. Long flowing black hair with hints of violet, eyes like the endless night sky, and a gentle smile that filled my chest with warmth.
And beside her… a man.
No, not a man. A force of nature.
Golden-red eyes burning with draconic might, wild silver hair, and an expression so immaturely excited it was almost comical. He looked like a warrior who had just won the greatest battle of his life.
His smile was ridiculous. Immature. Overflowing with happiness.
Then, it hit me.
'…Wait. WAIT.'
My heart stopped as realization dawned.
This… this wasn't my room. This wasn't my world.
This wasn't my body.
'No. Fuck No.'
I tried to speak, but all that came out was a tiny cry.
The man laughed. "Hahaha! That's my boy! Look at him! He's already trying to talk! A true descendant of dragons!"
The woman shook her head, her smile warm as she giggled. "Zephyrus, calm down. He's just a baby , our baby ."
Newborn.
Newborn.
No. Fucking. Way.
I struggled, trying to process the impossible.
Then, my mother's voice softly whispered my new name.
"Welcome to the world, Adrian Ignis Noctis."
And at that moment, I knew.
I had transmigrated.