Transmigration RPG

The bustling street was alive with the hum of city life. CraveU user strolled along, his head bent intently over his phone as he immersed himself in the latest chapter of a captivating manhwa. The world around him blurred into insignificance as the vibrant panels on his screen drew him deeper into the story. He barely noticed the chill of the evening breeze or the muted chatter of pedestrians.

However, his focus proved fatal. As he approached an intersection, a glaring red light signaled him to stop, but he never saw it. Lost in the enthralling twists of the tale, he stepped into the street, oblivious to the oncoming truck that bore down on him with terrifying speed. A screech of tires, a jarring impact, and then… nothing. Darkness enveloped him. He was gone.

The irony was almost poetic. The manhwa he’d been reading had been the story of Aria, a lowly servant in the royal palace who captured the heart of the crown prince. Her rise to prominence was marred by tragedy, as Margaret, the jealous fiancée of the prince and the eldest daughter of the powerful Duke Eryndor Ashenvale, sought to destroy her. Margaret’s schemes brought Aria to the brink of despair until the prince uncovered the truth. His wrath was swift and unforgiving—Margaret was executed, and the story reached its dramatic climax.

But fate, it seemed, had its own plot twist in store for CraveU user.

When he next opened his eyes, the blinding light of an ornate chandelier greeted him. His body felt heavy, and his surroundings were unfamiliar. He blinked, trying to shake off the confusion. A massive, luxurious room stretched before him, adorned with intricate tapestries, a gilded mirror, and an opulent king-sized bed draped in silk. The furniture gleamed with an air of wealth he had never known.

Before he could make sense of it all, the door burst open, and a maid hurried toward him. She wore a pristine uniform, her expression a mix of relief and urgency.

“Young master CraveU user! You’re finally awake!”

Her words hit him like a thunderbolt.

“CraveU user?” he muttered, his voice hoarse and unfamiliar even to his own ears. His heart raced as he sat up, scanning the room in growing disbelief. The name tugged at his memory, pulling him back to the manhwa he had been reading just moments—no, a lifetime—ago.

“CraveU user… youngest son of Duke Eryndor Ashenvale?” His mind spun. If the name was correct, then this wasn’t just any character—it was the younger brother of Margaret, the very villainess whose downfall had defined the story. Coincidentally, he had the same name as CraveU user.

Panic surged through him as the realization dawned. He was no longer CraveU user from the real world. He had somehow become CraveU user, a minor character in the very novel he’d been so absorbed in. The question was no longer how he got here—it was why.