"Beep... Beep... Beep..."
– The steady rhythmic sound of a heart monitor continuously rang into the room.
Why is this sound so extremely loud?
The metallic sound continuously rang into my ears.
Then It enveloped me, the darkness, dark and smothering, but it was disappearing—disappearing too quickly.
I knew it before I ever opened my eyes.....The pain.
A sickening, crushing pain swept through every fiber of my body, as if I'd been pushed to near-death. My limbs weighed, numb ,Even Breathing was painful.
I attempted to lift my arm—to rub my eyes, to perceive, to know—but it seemed as though I was bound by the chains my hands just wouldn't move.
Panic started creeping in my heart.
With sheer will, I made my hand to react. Every fiber protested, shrieking in rage, but I was able to pull my fingers across my face, clearing the haze from before my eyes.
And then I saw it.
The room---Luxurious ,Strange.
It was unlike the small, drab room I was familiar with , then my eyes fell on the high-tech, shiny medical machines next to me.
A hospital?
No.
Then the thought struck me and I remembered -"wasn't I supposed to be dead".
This question was running in my head .
"Maybe .. maybe someone had saved me and bring me to this hospital.."
That's it..... that explains everything.
When I was busy in my own thought something struck my head. ..This was something different entirely .
the pain it brought with it was unbeareable.
The memories.
A torrent of images, sounds, feelings—pouring into my head all at once like a dam had broken. A past not my own. A life I had never known.
I gasped, grabbing my head as pain flashed.
"AHH—!"
It was agony. My head seemed to be splitting open, the weight of a whole existence crashing in.
And then, vision appeared ,The name came to mind, unwavering.
Daemon Draquemort.
My blood turned cold in an instant.the name which I knew very well from the game I played.
Daemon was the Second young master of the Draquemort clan. Once a prodigy hailed by everyone but he soon fell from his grace . He was consumed by addiction, cruelty, and self-destruction.
And worst of all—A villain.
Not any villain but the villain who had the worst end waiting for him.
I know this tale because I played this story myself.
A violent shudder ran through my body as I compelled myself to remember the details.
Daemon had been born to power, blessed with a name that inspired fear and respect. But it all fell apart when he couldn't awaken his bloodline power at the age of nine.
After that, he was nothing but a disappointment.
Disappointed and depressed he drowned himself in vice. Alcohol. Drugs even the petty Crime.....
And then—
My stomach churned as the memory arose.
From the knowledge I had from the game the event which sealed his fate.
One day.....
Battered, bitter, and blinded by pride, Daemon had his eye on a girl in the city. He chased her, harassed her, pushed her into alleys. When she fought back, his anger turned to fury.
He attempted to rape her.
She cried out. Struggled. But no one intervened. Because no one could.
No one dared ,He was a Draquemort.
But then—
A boy emerged at the perfect time he was just a commoner but he was an awakened.
He fought for his sister. He didn't hesitate. He didn't care about Daemon's name, his status—nothing.
In the fit of rage he beat Daemon to the point of death.
I gripped my jaw, hands shaking as I digested the terrifying reality.
The reason was -I recognized that boy ,He wasn't just some random awakened.
He was the protagonist ,The hero of this tale. The one who would rise from nothing to become the saviour of this World.
And I—Daemon Draquemort—was simply an obstacle in his way.
I took a harsh breath, my heart racing in my head.
"This. this can't be real."Panicked, I shifted my hands, touching myself.
No.
No, no, no.
Everything was off. My muscles were too lean, my fingers too long, my build entirely different from what I remembered. My breathing came out erratic as I looked around the room wildly—I need a mirror. I need to see.
My gaze fell on a phone lying on the nightstand , I picked it up with shaking hands and activated the camera.
The screen came to life ,And I froze.
Two crimson-red eyes stared back at me.
Snow-white hair encircled a face so pointed, so unbelievably gorgeous, it didn't quite seem real. Flawless complexion, aristocratic cheekbones—Daemon Draquemort.
My mouth dried up.
".He's fucking handsome," I whispered in shock.
But my own voice—deep, strange—only caused another wave of terror to run through me.
I actually was him.
Hah…
A harsh, gasping laugh came from my mouth.
I should be terrified. I was terrified. And yet… deep in my chest, there was something else.
A feeling of relief , the Freedom.
No more fighting. No more pain. No more of the life I despised ,For the first time, I felt. free.
A tiny smile played on my lips.
"Well… whatever."
There was no sense in losing my mind about it.
I was here now. And regardless of what this world did or did not think about me—no matter if they hated me, feared me, or wanted to kill me—this was my second chance.
And I would not waste it ,I will endure it .
Daemon's fate at the hands of the game players was harsh. He had his worst endings for over half the routes. In the worst possible one at that—
He was trapped in the abyss for all eternity.
I gritted my teeth.
That will not be my fate.
"I need a plan."Not just any plan—a perfect plan.
Because if I messed up, even once…
I will be dead.