"Ring!! Ring!!"
"Ugh, damn these morning alarms." A young, rather pale man stretched out his hand from the white bed where he lay face down. "I knew I should've gone to bed earlier," the young man muttered under his breath.
Cha Eun-woo... or rather, Arthur Arcain, slowly roused himself, still groggy and half-dreaming of stat windows and pretty girls from the manhwa he'd read, which, incidentally, had a novel adaptation he recently finished.
Eun-woo was one of those in the anime, manhwa, manga, and webnovel communities who despised harems.
But yesterday, he had been enlightened, granted the dao, and finally understood the true lessons of life, things that, as a harem-hater, he had never appreciated.
'I wish that was my life,' he thought lazily, trying to muster enough strength to move. 'But I guess it's just fantasy after all. Still, I used to hate on it even though it's meant to be fiction.'
