Free Web NovelChapter 1: Transmigration
"Watch out! Watch out! Watch out!"
HONKKKKK—!
[...and that’s how the host died.]
"..."
I look around and find myself lying in a room that screams "rich aristocrat" in a way only novels and anime usually do.
[It doesn’t scream. It is an aristocrat’s house. The host is now a noble.]
"..."
A dull headache pulses behind my eyes.
Too many thoughts. Too many... things.
That voice.
That screen.
I shut my eyes and shake my head, trying to push it all away before forcing myself up.
There’s a mirror in the corner.
I walk toward it.
Black hair.
Red eyes.
A slim, almost underdeveloped frame.
And layered clothing that looks straight out of some Victorian noble cosplay.
"...You’ve got to be kidding me."
[The host is not cosplaying. The host is a noble.]
"..."
I stare at my reflection for a few seconds longer than necessary.
Then I exhale.
"...I died."
The words feel strange coming out of my mouth.
"...And now I’m here."
[Affirmative.]
"And I have a system."
[Affirmative.]
"...Right."
I rub my face. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
No panic.
No screaming.
Just... a weird, quiet acceptance creeping in.
"...So this is actually happening."
A faint flicker crosses my vision.
The white screen snaps back into place.
Lines begin forming—
"You won’t die if you don’t speak!" I snap, stomping my foot. "Why are you even this chatty? Aren’t systems supposed to be cold and emotionless? Is this a bug or what?"
[Negative. The system is up-to-date. There are no bugs.]
"...Of course it is." I roll my eyes.
I shake my head and turn to look back at the mirror.
Same face.
Same unfamiliar eyes staring back at me.
"...So what now?"
I tilt my head slightly, studying the reflection.
Slim build. Still growing, probably.
Not impressive... but not hopeless either.
"...At least I won’t end up ugly."
[...]
"System," I say after a pause, "how old am I? Actually, who am I?"
[The system is glad the host asked. Displaying the basic status panel...]
...
[Name: Vincent D’Arc]
[Age: 18]
[Lineage: Human–Vampire (Sealed)]
[Cultivation Realm: None]
[Entanglement Capacity: Uninitialized]
[Current Fate Deviation Rank: F]
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[Traits]
– Open Soul (Anomaly Condition)
– Bloodline Status: Sealed
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[Skills]
– N/A
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[System Status]
(Available after opening the starter pack)
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[Resources]
- Rolls Available: 1
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[System Note]
– The host has no cultivation. No talent. No skills.
– There are no lineage traits either due to [sealed] bloodline status.
– Overall evaluation: significantly below expected standards.
...
"..."
"What the fuck is this?" I stared at the system screen and almost threw the water cup out of the window.
"I transmigrated and am so useless? Why do I not have any golden rod or a sign in system which gives rewards for quiet meditation or perhaps be blessed with infinite mana or something? What happened to being a protagonist?"
[Host, this is not a novel, this is real life. And you did not die by a truck to achieve those treasures.]
"What do you mean? Wasn’t there a honking of a truck? I clearly heard that before dying..."
[Replaying the visuals before the host’s death again...]
.
.
.
"Watch out! Watch out! Watch out!"
I looked at the shouting man and saw a kid rushing towards me with a toy truck in his hands.
A loud honking sound resounded near me and turning to it, I saw a truck colliding with a pole.
The vibrations caused a trashcan to fall near and unrelated to any of that, the kid slammed his toy truck straight onto me.
I felt great pain in my chest.
Everything then went dark.
Opening my eyes, I saw the luxurious room again.
"What? I died from a toy truck?" I was quite confused.
[No. The host died from excessive dehydration and masturbation. The host has been masturbating 10+ times a day for a month and not drinking enough water.]
"..."
"But that kid hit me with the truck..." I slumped on the chair and felt wronged.
[It was a coincidence.]
"There was also a truck that crashed..."
[It was a coincidence.]
"What about the trash can falling? Surely it did—"
[It’s unrelated. Literally physics happened from the collision of the truck and caused the bin to fall from the vibration.]
"..."
A tear rolled down my eye.
"Sniff... is this... is this how it is going to be?" I hugged my knees and began drawing a stickman on the ground with my finger.
[No need to be disheartened, host. Your virgin self has been selected by the system and brought to this world. You can finally achieve everything you were never able to achieve and change fate.]
"But... isn’t my death... and that ’significantly below expected standards’ evaluation..."
[Let’s not talk about the dark past. Do a roll and maybe you can pull something nice?]
"Something like an Excalibur?"
[Host, you are not King Art*ur.]
"..."
This dog system!
I flicked my tear drop and clicked on the system screen.
I could see items rolling on the screen.
Fingers crossed. Hopefully it is something good.
[Ding!]
[Obtained skill — Profile Appraisal!]
[Profile Appraisal: depending on the Entanglement, get an understanding of the other party.]
"What?"
Click.
Before the system and I could engage in yet another useless conversation, a faint creak echoed through the wooden door.
The latch turned.
A maid stepped inside.
Polished black shoes. A modest black-and-white uniform with stiff lace trim. A thin ribbon tied neatly at the collar. She pushed in a brass-handled wooden cart with porcelain cups that clinked softly with each wheel.
Gaslight from the corridor flickered behind her, casting a pale glow into the room.
Startled, I jumped slightly and had a proper look at her.
"Master Vincent is awake? My apologies for entering without knocking."
Her blonde hair was neatly tied back, not a single strand out of place. Her posture was straight—trained, disciplined, almost unnatural for someone so young.
I was about to respond but fell silent due to the sudden line of words appearing in front of my eyes.
The system’s voice then spoke in my head.
[Apprasing...]
...
[Name: Anastasia]
[Lineage: Human]
[Role: Regressor]
[Affiliation: House of D’Arc]
[Relationship: Master-Servant(Nominal)]
[Entanglement: Friction Link(unstable)]
—
[System Note]
– A maid serving within the House of D’Arc.
– Detected anomaly: repeated survival across multiple worldline resets.
– Physical state: pure and untainted
– Emotional state: controlled, observant
– Current classification: "Fourth Iteration Survivor"
...
Huh?
What?
...regressor?
Regressor!?
Fourth iteration!?
What the actual fuck!?!
There’s such a personality here in this world with such a cheat?
System, you useless piece of code, couldn’t you have done it any better for me?
[...]
Tch.
So I really am not the main character!
