This transmigration started off with a cliche.
He died after writing an angered review after reading the ending of his favorite web novel.
"I wouldn't wish someone to read this even to my enemies, lost money waststed time, perhaps I would've liked this novel's seven seven ears ago when I had the mental capacity of a 14 year old. Wdym the main character just decides to kill everyone cause his friend died? I don't remember seeing an lgbtq tag in this novel, he didn't even bat an eye when his fiancé died! The other characters also lacks IQ especially his friend-"
A strike of pain stabbed his heart. His face red with anger suddenly turning pale… that's how he died.
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It has already been days since he had become "Lee Hyun" from the novel he read.
He did not carry a system nor any goals that would guide his actions, without them, he just laid quietly on his bed, waiting to be woken up.
Woken up from this dream, hopefully back to his reality.
The sound of chaos outside finally broke him out of his daze. "Today must be the day" he thought. The day the Lee family is wiped clean off of people's memories. Yes, Hyun could've alerted them of the attack, but why should he? It's not like he has any attachments towards the people in this fictional world… although it's a pity that the servant that constantly brought him food everyday will die too… that thought was quickly overwritten by his desire to return to reality. They said dying in your dream will wake you up, but he did not possess the will to do so himself, this was the perfect oppurtunity isn't it?
The door to his chamber was burst open. Four figures wearing demon masks walked in, symbol of the demonic cult.
He, who was sitting up previously, now stuck his back to his bed, getting into the most relaxed position for his quick death-
"Catch him alive!"
F*ck
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One of the four man threw him to his back, certainly surprised by the lack of fight he gave.
Prepare he should fight back? After all, he knew what awaits him if he obediently follows them into their lair. He doesn't intend to roll around in the training grounds only to meet a painful death… he took a glance at the sword of the demonic cultivator's… it's rough jagged edges waving hello, "yeah no"
He wanted a quick painless death, huge emphasis on the "painless"
He had no choice but to make the most reasonable decision for now… fall asleep on the demon cultivator's shoulder, what comes in the near future is for the future him him think about.