2: Who am I?
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Suhyeon's Dilemma
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Xavierre stared at the man in front of him like he had grown two heads. His sharp blue eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on the shovel hidden behind his back.
Suhyeon, on the other hand, leaned in closer—way too close. His sudden movement made Xavierre visibly stiffen, caught between confusion and disgust.
Suhyeon tilted his head, scanned Xavierre up and down like some weirdo detective, then suddenly grinned, eyes wide, teeth bared.
"Do you…" he whispered, voice quivering with excitement, "…cosplay Xavierre Ashran from TGED-Alternate?"
Xavierre blinked. Once. Twice. Then his lips twisted in irritation, his face shifting into outright disgust.
"…What the fuck are you spewing, Floyd?"
Suhyeon froze, his grin cracking. His eyebrows twitched. His lips curled back as though he'd just been sucker-punched by reality.
Xavierre stepped forward, voice low and sharp.
"And what is cosplaying supposed to mean? I am Xavierre Duran Ashran—the latest descendent of Javier Ashran, Knight of Oath and Steel."
Suhyeon's face went slack. Blank. He wanted to laugh. He wanted to cry. Instead, he just stood there, pupils shaking, skin draining of color.
"No way… no fucking way…"
The thought slammed into him like a train. This wasn't a joke. The setting, the names, the look in Xavierre's eyes—
It was all real.
His jaw dropped open. Eyebrows arched high. Nose flared. His expression warped into something so exaggerated it looked cartoonish, unhinged. The kind of face that screamed: holy shit, I'm screwed.
Inside, he knew.
Suhyeon Kang, 22 years old, an architect...
…hadn't just died.
He had transmigrated.
Into The Greatest Estate Developer: Alternate.
"Flyod!" Xavierre suddenly barked, his voice cutting through Suhyeon's spiraling thoughts. "Floyd! Snap the fuck out of it man!"
Suhyeon staggered back, grabbed a stone, and plopped his ass on it. He gulped air like a drowning man, his hands trembling. His head spun, but eventually, after a series of shaky breaths, he steadied.
He raised his eyes at Xavierre—still clutching that damn shovel like he was hiding a murder weapon.
"Xavierre…" Suhyeon croaked, his voice raw. "Tell me. Who… who the fuck am I?"
Xavierre frowned, his annoyance finally boiling over.
"What the fuck is wrong with you today? Did you hit your head on donkey shit again?"
Suhyeon glared, desperation bleeding through.
"Answer me, dammit!"
Xavierre clicked his tongue, eyes narrowing. Then, with a sharp exhale, he said it:
"You're Floyd Fontera. The scum. Number.1 on the Fontera shit list."
Suhyeon's blood ran cold. His eyes widened—not in excitement but in pure, creeping dread.
His lips trembled as he muttered under his breath.
"…Who the fuck is Floyd Fontera…?"
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Next- I will change, change the future itself.....