Awakening in a New World
"HONK! HONK!"
Tires shrieked.
BAM.
Brakes slammed hard—
Too late.
The driver never even saw him. The road had been empty. Clear. Not a soul in sight.
Until there was.
And then—
"Ughh…"
Leon hit the pavement like a ragdoll flung by some drunk god. Twenty years old, and now every nerve in his body was lit up and screaming. His limbs didn't move. Wouldn't move. His vision smeared into blinding white, then pitch black, then both.
The last thing he saw?
Those goddamn headlights. Bearing down.
"…Truck-kun… I was joking, man… I didn't think you'd actually take me up on it…"
He let out a shaky laugh—dry, bitter. It barely escaped before it turned into a groan, swallowed by the pain clawing through his ribs, his spine, everything. It hurt. Fuck, it hurt.
And then… slowly…
Nothing.
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Leon jolted like his soul had just been yanked out of the abyss.
His chest heaved. Gasping like he'd forgotten how lungs worked.
His eyes snapped open—wild, disoriented, frantic.
"…That was… that was a scary-ass dream…"
Sweat clung to his brow. He sat up with a wince, breath ragged, heart thudding like it was trying to punch its way out of his ribs.
But the fear… it didn't leave. It stuck.
And something else—something deeper—felt wrong.
Way wrong.
He blinked. Looked around.
And froze.
"…Where… the hell… am I?"
Because this—
This wasn't his shitty one-room apartment with the flickering bulb and ramen wrappers on the floor.
This was something else.
Massive obsidian-black pillars lined the walls like silent guardians, etched in blood-red runes that shimmered low in the flickering candlelight. The carpet beneath him was thick, luxurious, black as ink. The polished floor beneath it gleamed like glass.
The furniture? Heavy, dark wood. Rich velvet. Way too regal for IKEA.
And the bed—no, throne disguised as a bed—was draped in crimson silk that looked like it cost more than his rent.
The air was heavy. Old. It smelled like incense, and dust, and secrets.
This wasn't just a room.
This was a fucking proclamation.
Leon swallowed, throat dry.
His brain scrambled for logic. Anything.
Was I kidnapped?
But who the hell would kidnap him? He had no money. No enemies. No one gave enough of a shit about him.
Then it hit.
"…Wait… that wasn't a dream?"
His pulse kicked up.
That truck actually hit me?
His thoughts spun, scattered like marbles on a tile floor. Maybe this was a coma dream. Maybe he was in a hospital for the one percent. Maybe someone saved him.
Maybe…
No.
He rubbed his face—and stopped.
His hands.
They weren't his.
Paler. Smoother. Stronger, somehow. Like someone gave him a full skincare package, then tossed in a strength buff for free.
His eyes dropped.
No hoodie. No jeans. No mustard stains or peeling band logos.
Instead—
A sleek black tunic trimmed in silver. Tailored black trousers. Fine as hell.
Noble clothes.
His heart thudded. Louder. Louder.
He stumbled to the window and threw it open.
The air hit him—cool, crisp, unfamiliar.
And the view…
Castles. Towers. A whole-ass medieval fantasy city. Cobblestone streets lit by soft golden lanterns. Shops, plazas, rooftops straight out of a high-fantasy RPG.
And two moons.
Two full, glowing moons hanging in a velvet sky.
"…Oh shit."
His jaw hung. Then a grin pulled at his face, slow and wild.
"Oh shit."
A laugh tore out of him—sharp, breathless. Then another. He couldn't stop.
"I fucking transmigrated?!"
He spun away from the window like a kid who just unwrapped a console on Christmas. Laughter burst out of him, loud, manic.
"Truck-kun, you absolute legend! I said hit me and you really did it! HAHAHAHAHA!"
He dropped back onto the floor, arms splayed out, eyes wide with spark-drunk disbelief.
"Alright… alright, okay. This is it. This is the part. This is where the cheat system shows up, right?"
He stood up fast.
Waited.
Grinning like an idiot.
One minute.
Two.
Five.
The grin twitched. Slipped.
"…Don't tell me… no system?"
A sigh crawled out of him—long, frustrated, laced with dread.
"Of course not. Lady Luck's got beef with me in every world, huh…"
He ran both hands through his hair. Tried not to spiral. Maybe—maybe he just ended up in some rich noble kid's body. No powers. No cheats. Just… vibes.
Well.
At least the bed looked like a cloud wrapped in sin.
He flopped back, groaning—
And then the pain hit.
"AAARGHHH!"
Like someone lit his brain on fire and slammed it into overdrive.
He dropped to his knees, fingers clawing at his skull as if he could pry the agony out.
Visions slammed into him. Faces. Names.
Places he'd never seen.
Wars he'd never fought.
Secrets he shouldn't know.
They poured into him like a tsunami smashing through a paper dam.
And through it all—
A name.
His name.
Leon Moonwalker.
Duke of the Moonstone Kingdom.