I Don’t Want This Reincarnation

I thought hard.

Where the hell am I?

I looked around the dazzling room and slowly got up.
After carefully examining the room’s interior, which was sparkling so much that my eyes hurt, I put my hand on my stomach reflexively.

“What……”

I calmly got out of bed and looked over my body.
The scars that filled the whole body had disappeared, and my field of vision was slightly lowered.

“What the fuck is this…”

The scars disappeared and I became shorter.
Secondly, I couldn’t see my precious muscles.
Every time I took off my shirt, the proud abs made people around me say, ‘You look great, Hyung!’ were gone.

“Oh!”

I groped the middle of my legs in a hurry, thinking about the thoughts that had passed through my head.
Fortunately, the size wasn’t bad.
Of course, it couldn’t compare to my original body’s.

“…….”

After looking around, I sat down with my buttocks on the bed and was lost in thought.
First, I had to figure out the situation.

My last memory was holding my stabbed stomach and struggling.
No matter how serious the wound was, it was embarrassing to die because of the betrayal of my beloved younger brother.
He was babbling something like he was sorry or he couldn’t help it before he put the knife in my stomach.

‘Then… am I dead?’

Being betrayed was not a new thing, but this time the situation was very bad.
I was suddenly stabbed in the pit of my stomach, so my body probably couldn’t stand it.

I let out a dejected laugh.

It had been years of struggling to survive, stepping in other people’s footsteps, but I died in vain?

‘……so what the hell is this body?’

I was stunned by a reality I had never imagined.
Actually, all of this could be a dream and I could be lying in the hospital.
It was possible.
Dreams that were as vivid as reality could be dreamed of.
At least it was worth checking out.

I jumped up and searched around the hotel room.
However, no matter how much I looked, I couldn’t find any knife or scissors.
I threw a glass on the floor.
The glass was shattered and scattered on the floor.
It would take some trouble to clean it later, but I wondered what it would be like.
To be honest, all of this felt more like a dream than a reality.

I grabbed one of the broken pieces of glass and held it to my wrist.
Red blood spurted out of my pure white skin.
This wasn’t enough, so I swung my wrist, letting red blood gush out.

“…it hurts.”

Why does it hurt? As I looked up at the blood dripping down, I saw a face I had never seen before in the mirror.
The face under the fine brown hair was neat, and it looked pretty good.
But his skin was too white and his body was thin, so I couldn’t feel the vitality.
Tsk tsk, you should’ve worked out.

The face reflected in the mirror was distorted.
Whether it was a dream or not, if I felt this kind of pain, I should be careful.
I sighed and pondered what to do with my bleeding arm when suddenly the door swung open and someone came in.

“Han Yi-gyeol! Stop sleeping and wake up! Master… what the fuck?”

The man who was stomping towards me looked at me and asked in a pitying voice, “What’s wrong with you? Did you really harm yourself?”

“……”

“What a mess… geez, you sure have been busy.
You’re such a loser.”

He shook his head fiercely.
I listened to what the other had to say in front of me.
One thing I was sure of was my memory.
Han Yi-gyeol.
Why was this name so familiar? Han Yi-gyeol, Han Yi-gyeol……

“Ah.”

After contemplating the name for a long time, I raised my head as if receiving a divine message.
Han Yi-gyeol! It was the character in the novel I read yesterday.
He was the only person who appeared in ‘Abyss’ only to die.

“Oh, what do you mean by ‘ah’? Are your speaking skills deteriorating? Forget it.
Hurry up and come out quickly.
The Master is calling.”

The man forcibly pulled me away, uncaring about my bloody arm.
As I left the room and walked down the hotel hallway, it was hard to come to my senses.

Really? Really? Did this make sense? I didn’t just come into someone else’s body, but into a character?

And why did I have to be this one?

‘Wait a minute.’

Thinking up to that point, I belatedly remembered what kind of novel the Abyss was.
Abyss was a male-oriented novel.
That was, the number of female character