The night was quiet in Pandi, except for the hum of Muran's phone and the storm that stirred beyond his window. He scrolled through the digital pages of a web novel, drawn deeper by the eerie familiarity of the main character's name: Muran.
"I, who shall take the life of this evil man before you—my people—will do so for justice!"
"I… who only loved you. I… who only wanted you to look at me, am being killed by the one I loved for twenty years. Have you ever… truly loved me?"
Muran blinked. That name—his name. The accused villain was about to die, executed by the man he'd loved for decades.
Muran scrolled to the final page of the novel, jaw tight as he read the villain's fate:
Beheaded. Fed to wild dogs. Laughed at by the crowd.
"Why the hell is the villain's death so gruesome?" he muttered. "Ugh… and he even shares my name. My beautiful name."
Shaking his head, Muran reached for the remote and flicked the TV on. A news reporter appeared on screen:
"…A manhunt is underway for a masked individual suspected of murdering lone residents. The suspect is said to wear a white hoodie and target homes where victims are alone…"
Just as the sentence ended, the doorbell rang. Ding-dong.
Then a knock.
Muran turned slowly, eyes narrowing.
"Hold on, I'm coming," he called out, uneasy.
He opened the door.
A man stood there, face obscured by a white hoodie and a plain mask.
Behind him, the news report continued. The image flashed on screen: A blurry figure in a white hoodie—identical to the one standing in Muran's doorway.
His heart dropped. His face darkened.
Before he could speak, scream, or shut the door… the man lunged forward, knife flashing in the dim light, and stabbed him in the stomach.
Again. And again.
Blood soaked the floor. The novel on his phone remained open—its cursed story still whispering across the screen.
As the man walked away, Muran let out a weary sigh. "What a lucky day," he whispered, breath shallow. "The day I was born… and the day I die."
Just before darkness took him, his eyes drifted to the dim glow of his phone—where the story he'd once read remained open, a final echo of the life he never meant to live.
Darkness enveloped him—cold, endless, silent.
Then, twelve glowing chairs rose from the void, arranged in a circle like a celestial tribunal. At the head stood two radiant figures. Their faces were hidden beneath veils of light, but their presence pulsed with divine power.
They stepped toward him, robes trailing mist.
"You, whose life fell into shadow," said the first. "You, who carried luck yet never held it," said the second.
Their voices echoed in unison, solemn and clear.
"Your life was meant to be prosperous." "Your life was meant to be prosperous." "But an evil force stole your path."
Muran, slumped on the unseen floor, raised hollow eyes to meet theirs.
"Then what now?" he whispered, voice cracking. "I'm already dead. An orphan. No friends. No family. I lived alone… and I died alone."
The two figures looked at each other. Then they turned back to him, light gathering like stardust in their palms.
"We will grant you two wishes," they said, voices in harmony. "Your next life shall begin anew."
The void pulsed with ancient energy as the two gods stood before Muran, their forms glowing with ethereal light. Twelve chairs circled him like a cosmic judgment hall, yet it was the two figures—one cloaked in silver light, the other in shifting shadows—that held his fate.
"You shall be granted two wishes," they declared in perfect harmony. "One for power… one for hope."
Muran swallowed, his voice trembling.
"If I reincarnate… will my memories remain intact?"
Both gods nodded.
His breath steadied, and he clenched his fists.
His breath steadied, and he clenched his fists.
"Then I want an eye that sees status—a gift to read the truths of the world around me."
The God of Dimensions reached forward, his hand a swirl of galaxies. A glow surged toward Muran's face, piercing through his forehead and flooding his vision with red light. Symbols danced behind his eyelids.
When he looked again, his eyes flared crimson. He blinked—and instinctively focused on the two divine beings.
Status Window:
Name: God of Moon/ Chandra
Name: God of Dimensions/ulottuvuus
Only their names appeared. No age. No traits. No power level.
"I can't see anything else…" Muran whispered. His eyes stung—too much power, too little comprehension.
The God of Moon stepped forward and gently touched Muran's eyelids, cooling the burn with silvery mist.
"Your vision is not yet worthy of our depths. But you will learn."
Then came the final question.
"Mortal," the god asked, his voice deep and echoing, "what is your second wish?"
Muran didn't hesitate.
"I want a family of my own. Not one that's stolen, not one born from guilt or schemes. One that chooses me."
Silence fell.
The God of Moon turned to his counterpart, then whispered:
"So be it. But family, mortal… is not without cost."
The glow around Muran shifted again—warmer this time, golden and tender. He felt the weight of future laughter… and future heartbreak.
A life awaited. One where he would no longer be the villain. Unless fate had other plans.
As he anticipated reincarnation as a newborn, Muran was startled to find himself transmigrated instead. Slowly, he opened his eyes to the sight of two figures approaching through the doorway of his abode.
Rising from the bed, a sharp ache twisted in his stomach.
"What the f***…" he muttered, clutching his side.
The figures entered—dressed in ancient garments, their presence quietly dignified. Two maids. One powdered his forehead gently as he steadied himself.
The first maid had long black hair, her features soft but striking. The second had short, snowy-white hair, her expression calm and composed.
"You're awake, young master," they said in unison.
Each carried a child in their arms—the dark-haired maid held two baby boys, and the white-haired maid cradled a baby girl.
"Umm…" Muran replied, voice groggy and uncertain.
The two maids stood trembling, their voices faltering.
"Noble Consort… your baby won't stop crying. This maid cannot soothe them…"
They waited nervously for his response, hands clasped and heads lowered.
Muran's breath caught.
"My… baby?"
One of the maids knelt, eyes wide and apologetic.
"Your Noble Consort, even though you gave birth only three days ago… you still need to care for them…"
Her voice shook. The other maid followed suit, kneeling beside her, both afraid to meet his gaze.
Muran's thoughts spun.
"I… gave birth? Wait… that sounds familiar… don't tell me… wait—no, no, no way… I'm a ger?"
As the realization hit, he stared at the two maids, stunned.
They bowed their heads to the floor, trembling.
"They think they'll surely be punished… or worse. They think they'll die."
"Wait… they just called me Noble Consort? No way… a harem? And I'm a ger—a rare male born with the ability to conceive?"
He glanced at his hands, heart pounding. Gers were distinguished by red markings on their bodies, commonly referred to as cinnabar marks. The deeper the shade, the stronger their fertility.
Still processing the thought, he turned to the maid and asked, "Who… who am I?"
The maid bowed slightly and replied, "You are the Noble Consort of the Zhong Empire, Muran—and the consort of the newly crowned Emperor Zhong Zi."
Muran slumped onto the bed, letting out a hollow laugh.
"Hahaha… I've become the infamous supporting villain in the novel Whisper of Love…"
As he pondered what he should do next, a loud cry echoed through the chamber. He looked toward the cradle, curiosity blooming in his chest.
"Come closer," he said, motioning to the maids—Chun Li with long black hair, and Chu Yi, whose cropped white hair gleamed in the candlelight.
"Yes," they replied softly, approaching with grace. Each held a baby: Chun Li cradled two boys, while Chu Yi carried a girl.
Muran reached out. His delicate, callused hands brushed gently across the babies' foreheads. A warm pulse surged from his palm—the Phoenix Mun glowing faintly.
Suddenly, a shimmering status window appeared before his eyes.
This last boss babies villain is strong… he chuckled softly.
Status window :baby 1
Name: Unknown
Sex: Male
Mun: Virex Mun /two headed snake
— Type: Rare Animal Mark
— Mun type: transformation mun
— Traits: Duality, Ice Control, Poison Immunity
Abilities:
• Glacial Fang – Freezing venom slows and weakens targets
• Immunis Hide – Total immunity to poison-based attacks
• Split Decision – Split-mind reaction speed and adaptive strategy
Talent: Dual Swords [S-Rank] [Locked]
Poison knowledge (B- Rank)[Locked]
General's Aura (S-Rank)[Locked]
— Status: Dormant; may awaken through combat trauma or Estrella fusion
Estrella Level: 0
— Tier: Un • Stage 1 of 9
Status window :baby 2
Name: Unknown
Sex: Male
Mun: Unicorn
— Type: Mythical beast Mark
— Mun type: manifest mun
— Traits: Purity, Light Manipulation, Emotional Insight
Abilities:
• Empath Shield — deflects hostile emotions and energy
• Starstep Flash — short-distance radiant teleportation
• Lustral Beam — Channels concentrated light energy into a piercing beam that dispels illusions, shadows, and defensive barriers.
Talent: Medicine knowledge [A-Rank] [Locked]
Politics (S- Rank)[Locked]
Arnis(S-Rank)[Locked]
— Status: Dormant; may awaken through combat trauma or Estrella fusion
Estrella Level: 0
— Tier: Un • Stage 1 of 9
Status window: Baby 3
Name: Unknown
Sex: Female
Mun: Adarna 🪶
— Type: Mythical Beast Mark
— Mun Type: Holder Mun
— Traits: Melody, Emotional Restoration, Spiritual Harmony
Ability:
•Lullaby Curse – puts enemies to sleep while subtly altering their emotional state
•Melodic Seal – locks away a target's ability for a short time using harmonic resonance
•Winged Mark – leaves a glowing feather sigil on a location, triggering effects when activated
Talent:
• Singing [S-Rank] 🔒
• Flute Mastery [A-Rank] 🔒
• Scheme [B-Rank] 🔒
— Status: Dormant; may awaken through grief, music immersion, or truth revelation
Estrella Level: 0
— Tier: Un • Stage 1 of 9
Three children. Born of the Emperor.
He remembered now… The wedding, the drug, the Emperor's body wrapped in silk and storm. And how Muran had forged an unbreakable tie to the throne with that single night.
But this wasn't the real Muran. It was him
"Hmm… they don't even have names," Muran thought, his brow furrowing. He turned to the maid and asked, "Why haven't the babies been named yet?"
The maid lowered her head and replied softly, "No, Your Noble Consort. The Emperor hasn't even visited you—not during the birth of the princes and princess, nor after."
"What?" His eyes darkened as he glared at the maids.
"That damn emperor…" he muttered bitterly.
He stood straighter, determination burning through the ache in his body.
"Then let me name them myself. They will bear my surname—not Zhong."
He stepped forward to the cradle, gazing at each of the children in turn.
"You, my eldest son, shall be named Mu Chongyuan (牧崇元)." 崇元 means "Revering the origin"—a name to honor family and ancestral roots.
"You, my second son, will be called Mu Chongyu (牧仲宇)." 仲 marks him as the second-born, while 宇 speaks of vastness—fitting for one destined to navigate politics and the wide world of influence.
His eyes softened as he turned to the girl in Chu Yi's arms.
"And you… my princess shall be named Mu Shuyin (牧书音)." 书音 means "Sound of the written word"—gentle and poetic, like someone who came last but may carry the deepest resonance of all.
A week had passed since his transmigration.
He stepped forward, gaze steady, facing the reflection that wasn't truly his.
"I'm not the original one," Muran whispered, his voice low and thunderous. "But I carry the ashes of a name. And I will change its fate."
The air around him trembled.
His Phoenix Mun glowed faintly at his palm, pulsing with fire not yet taught to burn. In that moment, he was not a villain… not yet a hero… but a soul determined to rewrite its story.
His children would soon grow. They would begin to understand. And with understanding, they might one day hate him—for the life inherited from the original Muran.
But they deserved better.
Better than silence.
Better than abandonment.
Better than a legacy written in someone else's regret.
He clutched the chair with trembling hands and whispered to no one:
"I will run."