When Luke woke up from his slumber, he found himself in an unfamiliar place, sitting under a gazebo he had never seen before. Surrounded by lush greenery, a faint scent of camellia and dahlia filled his nose.
The gazebo was Entwined with lush green climbing vines with blooming flower, their colour dark purple petals shone brightly contrasting with the white wood gazebo.
Drowsiness still lingered as he slowly regained consciousness, listening to the sound of water rippling from the fountain in the middle of the garden.
He could feel the crisp, cool air blowing against his skin, giving him a chill. Amber and golden leaves brushed against the branches, rustling softly through the air.
He sat down as he his eyes moved scanning the area.
....
Wait a minute..
Something was wrong, and he knew it well. The surroundings were far too luxurious compared to the usual garden at his school. And it's impossible the air become this chilly, it's just June this month. As he sat down he felt his body stangely and unfamiliar.
His limbs were stiff, like wooden logs, probably from just waking up so he brush that off. The leaf that scattered on the stone path, the sculpture of a lion on top of the fountain.
A realization struck him
Am i Transmigrated?
His first thought is to see who he become, he without further thoughts he approach that water fountain. When he looked at his reflection in the water fountain, his breath hitched.
It was a face he knew,yet unfamiliar at the same time.
Short silver hair was tucked behind his ears, each strand glowing like snow touched by sunlight. His skin had a fair complexion, almost delicate. A pair of deep, rich purple eyes royal like sapphire gave off a faint glow.
The man he saw was Prince Luke Valenhart the final boss of this game, Also known as the Puppet Prince.
The character he hated most.
And now, unfortunately, he was Luke.
He touched and pinched his cheek to check if it was real or just a dream.
PLAKKK!
He slapped his own cheek. It was indeed not a dream, though strangely, he didn't feel the usual sting on his cheek.
Looking down his attire really what a noble straight up from fantasy game would wear. He unfastened the red tie a bit, which felt uncomfortable around his neck.
It was real. He had been transmigrated into the game he had played: Star of Glory.
The story follows Mikhail, who was born destined to become the Holy Knight. However, his fate was stolen by his childhood friend, who poisoned him so he could no longer receive his blessings.
Afterwards, Mikhail embarked on a journey to find a teacher who could cure him and train him. Over time, he grew stronger than ever and went on numerous adventures. His name became well-known as he traveled as a lone hero, never keeping companions and rejecting anyone who tried to join him.
Eventually, he reached Auretemia a city once known for its light and gold that had fallen into darkness since Luke ascended the throne.
He had played the game out of boredom because his friend recommended it. It had been entertaining…
Until the final boss.
The final boss just brutally hard minion appeared, HP inflation, increased res and deff, poison to stun, and ultimate that blow up players HP.
It just pure torture!
When he almost defeated Luke suddenly there a shield? An unbreakable shield!
At that moment he just gave up instantly, to the point he uninstall the game.
When the player played the game, only 10% of the 8 million players had managed to beat Luke.
That led the players complained to the company, got sent some threat online and to the company. Kieran only knew the ending by watching a streamer.
In the game, the MC defeated Luke, freed the kingdom, became a Saint Knight under the new queen, as for Luke.
After he got defeated he was imprisoned and publicly executed.
As he remembered his future fate, Luke's blood ran cold. Cold sweat broke out on his hands.
"God grief… why did I get this kind of fate?" he groaned, pinching his temple. The memory alone gave him a headache.
What fate is this? he hate this character and just reborn as him.
Is this some twisted joke?
He was only a normal 17-year-old high school student named Kieran Lee, nothing exciting happen in his life. He had a loving parents who love him a lot, they not rich but not poor either.
He knew Luke was "scum" from his in-game journey. What Kieran get about Luke is he would do anything for personal gain banishing his own mother for corruption after his father's death from illness, imprisoning his twin sister after ascending the throne.
What was he supposed to do? He was just a normal teenager, now trapped in the body of a villain with a fixed death. The only thing he had ever done in life was steal money from his mother to buy instant noodles, but that hardly seemed worth a death sentence.
Frustrated, he then remembered something he glanced around. expecting something to appear.
"Huh? Where is it? It should have appeared by now…" Luke muttered to himself.
Unfortunately, nothing appeared.
"Shouldn't there at least be a system or something?" he muttered, disappointed. In every comic or game he had read, a system would have appeared by now, making him OP hero.
But he could skip the harem being cool is the priority. But it seemed he would have to do this on his own. He knew it wouldn't be easy.
his eyes suddenly began to glow.
"Ughhh…" he groaned, wincing in pain as a sudden light hit him. Luke blinked once, temporarily blinded but nothing occurred.
"What even was that?" he muttered, rubbing his eyes as he regain his vision.
Krrr krrr krrr krrr
Luke glanced around the garden, he swore he had heard something. Like a small animal noise, but as he look around there still nothing.
Probably he just misheard.
"Your Highness, it's time for your class."
The gentle voice behind him startled Luke. There were no footsteps, no sense of presence, making him flinched.
His heart almost fall down.
My weak heart
Turning around, he saw a pale man in a neatly tailored black tailcoat, grey hair slicked back perfectly, a deep red vest buttoned over a white high-collared shirt, and black gloves fitting snugly. Polished black leather shoes gleamed like mirrors. His eyes were closed, a thin, slightly stiff smile on his face.
Class?
In this world, he still had to study? This was the worst.