"Hmm?" Eyes flew open as the young man felt a jolt running down his spine.
This ceiling...was unfamiliar.
He slowly rose from the bed and felt his shirt clinging to his back because of sweat.
His forehead was glistening with sweat as well.
Where was he? The last thing he remembered, he allowed his intrusive thoughts to win and jumped from the skyscraper.
Why didn't he hesitate from jumping? Well, it was simple. He was about to die anyways.
He had developed a disease overtime which the medical field has never seen ever before.
Despite having worth of billions, nothing could beat death.
As such, he started living like a madman.
Doing everything that could kill him.
Underwater diving, skydiving, participating in nonsense but life threatening contests, even going into the space.
He did everything but nothing worked.
He survived.
But he didn't want to die on a hospital bed.
As such, he took one last dive from the balcony.
But before his face could have plastered against the concrete, he was swallowed by darkness.
He guessed death surely must be painless to others, despite what he had heard from people. But no, he wasn't dead.
He could feel everything around him as vividly as every day he feels upon waking up.
Yes, his vision was a little blurry and the body a little heavy but that's it.
His breathing, his rapidly beating heart, the twitch of his left brow, the chillness on his skin as his sweat began to evaporate...it was all real.
'Where am I?' This definitely wasn't his penthouse.
A makeshift bed, a hand crafted wardrobe, a small sink, and a door that either led to the outside or the bathroom.
Was he rescued and then kidnapped?
But taking a dive from that high...the chances of being saved was lower than zero.
Then...
Rebirth?
Sounded absurd but nothing else came to his mind.
As such, he tried that one thing which he has seen every single transmigrated main character do,
'System?'
[Host?]
It worked.
Wait, it worked!
His eyes widened, 'Is it real? Has my soul really transferred to another world?'
He suddenly got an urge to get up and check himself in the mirror.
However, when he got up, he felt slightly dizzy.
He sat back down.
But the sudden movement made his hair fall over his head and cover his eyes.
The man focused on it.
They were black, unlike the platinum blond hair he once possessed.
[You are taking this much better than expected, host. And answering your previous question, then yes, your soul has transferred from your previous shell to this one.]
The man took a strong gulp, 'All right...so? Where am I?'
[This is a different world than yours, host. The era is different and so are the people. But since they are still human, the host isn't in immediate danger.]
The man sighed, 'Understood. But I need more than that to relax.'
[Indeed, host. First of all, it would be much better if the host allows the system to restore all memories of this body.]
The man hummed, before crossing his arms, "Would that hurt?"
[Indeed, but as much as it hurts to get slammed with a metal plate on your head.]
The man sighed before lying back on the bed, 'And how long would it take?'
[Half an hour.]
"Alright then, show me who I am."
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Author's note: What should you expect from this story?
Heavy smut, some action, possibly zero struggle in basically everything, a laid back life, a big harem(10-12), netori and an overpowered mc who gets it all.
See, the mc might spend a few nights with a lot of women but they won't necessarily be in his harem.
Well, if you are curious about anything else or want to ask something, use this as a qna.
See ya.