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"....."

The morning light filled the room as I stared blankly at the ceiling while lying on the bed.

I don't remember how or when I arrived on the bed last night.

I hadn't slept a wink all night, and my mind was filled with a stress that's hard to define.

The splitting headache persisted, but my mind had already grown numb to the pain it was causing.

I don't recall anything that happened to me last night; all I can remember now are the memories of Azariah that have been carved into my mind.

And most of all, I can't recall most of my own memories as Inder.

Is this what happens when someone is forced to become someone else?

My mind is a mess right now, and I don't even know who or what I am.

"Who am I?"

I mumbled with a tired voice as I looked blankly at the ceiling.

And yeah one more thing...

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Name: Azariah Noah Aljanah [50], Inder Sephtis [50].

Age: 15

Rank:

2nd Primeval

(48%)

Strength: 10

Reflex: 19

Intelligence: 38

Mental Strength: 5 [40]

Charm: 13

(Average limit for

2nd Primeval

is 20, while the maximum one could reach with the help of blessings or bloodline is 40)

Bloodline: Unawakened.

Blessing:

Amun-Ra's Blessing.

Passive Status: Mana Exhaustion/Sickly/Weakened.

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It's this damn screen that's been blocking my view since early this morning.

"Hey, answer me, who am I?" I demanded as I tapped on the screen.

It flickered but remained in place.

"Answer me!" I grumbled, punching it, but my hand just passed through.

"I know shity things like you can talk, so answer me, fuckin—argh." As I abruptly tried to get up, my fractured rib ached again, making me groan in pain.

"Damn it." Cursing, I looked at the screen again.

The words 'Sickly' and 'Weakened' painfully reminded me of how messed up my body is right now.

How messed up Azariah's body really is.

"Listen here, you fucking system. I'm asking nicely one last time: tell me, why am I in his body?" I demanded threateningly, glaring at the screen in front of me.

"ANSWER ME! WHY THE HELL AM I HERE?"

I shouted, my bloodshot eyes fixed on the screen, but it remained silent, offering no response.

"Hahahaha."

I let out a hollow laugh as I stumbled back onto the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Of course, this had to happen.

Being in an unknown place...

In an unknown body...

No, I knew about this body, didn't I?

As the thought crossed my mind, I closed my eyes, trying to recall my memories as Inder from the thousands of broken fragments of memories.

Yeah... I remembered. Azariah Noah Aljanah, a character from the game?? My Dear Lover ??

The fucking pain-in-the-ass character who, despite being weak and sick most of the time, had the power to bring about a bad ending in the game.

The game that was about love and death...

A game about the life of Ethan Varon and his revenge against the people who killed his family.

And right now I am in the body of [Villainess Maker] of the first part of the game.

I slowly opened my eyes, staring at the ceiling again with a blank expression.

"What a nice ceiling it is...."

I wish my life could be this nice....

"What the fuck am I doing here!"

I abruptly stood up from the bed, ignoring the pain that my fractured rib was causing.

"Why am I here?" I muttered again, the question echoing in the empty room.

But there were no answers, only silence.

"What happened to her?"

I mumbled again as I looked down, sitting at the corner of the bed.

I forgot her name, but I remembered I had a girl that I loved....

I remembered her smile, her beautiful red eyes...

I remembered her favorite food, I remembered her hair.

The last thing I remembered about her is that she pushed me off the building....

But I don't remember her face.

I don't remember her name.

I don't remember her voice.

I don't remember....

"Huh?"

A startled voice left my mouth as I felt my vision starting to blur.

I touched my eyes as I felt wetness.

"Tears?" I mumbled as I looked at my moist hand.

"Hahaha... What am I doing?"

I roughly rubbed my eyes, cleaning the tears off them.

"Men don't cry. Men never cry." I mumbled as I suppressed my emotions.

"Argh.."

Slowly, I pushed myself off the bed, wincing at the pain in my ribs, and began pacing the room.

Grabbing the chair that was placed beside the table,

I picked it up and....

Smack!

With full force, I threw the chair at the wall, damaging both of them.

"AHHH, FUCK!"

I picked up the chair again as I started to smack it again and again on the ground until only a piece of wood remained in my hand.

"Fuck."

I cursed softly as I sat on the ground, leaning on the table.

"Hmm?"

My eyes immediately fell on the broken photo frame that was laying on the ground.

Ignoring all the pieces of glass scattered around it, I picked up the photo frame.

It was a photo of two children hugging each other while rubbing their faces on each other's faces.

Their faces had smiles, pure and innocent smiles.

Even though it was a child's photo, I recognized her. I remembered who she is from my memories.

She was the [Main Heroine] of the first part of the game.

"....."

As I looked at the photo, my right hand instinctively touched the ring on the fourth finger of my left hand.

An engagement ring....

"Sigh..."

With a deep sigh, I closed my eyes again as I thought about what was going to happen later on.

Again, my eyes felt moist, but I felt like these tears weren't mine.

Yeah... Right.

I am going to die, aren't I?

Knock... knock

I looked at the door as someone knocked on it.

"Young master?" A feminine voice came from outside the door.

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