My Doom

Chirp-! Chirp-!

My gaze was inadvertently swept across the window.

A beautiful valley in the background, full of greenery, a small forest in the distance, a half view church cross, possibly a church located in the, (I don't know, maybe) middle of the city that became the focus of my attention.

Houses built in mediveal style lay around as people of different origin and ages interacted happily. The centre plaza featuring a huge fountain was buzzing over the gathering of couples, happy families and... adventurers.

Their genuine smiles touched my heart, yet I couldn't squeeze out a smile on my face...

"Haa~"

Instead a sigh came out much more naturally...

Fwip!

Turning around, the scenery changed.

What greeted me wasn't the happy cheers of the public... but a gloomy office.

The turmoil that had been suppressed while watching the jostling city, naturally came back with a deeper frown. The heart fluttered with animosity and a looming sense of.. Dread!

"Haaa~"

I sighed again.

Turning towards the ceiling where, crystal chandelier hung about the darkened room, my eyes blanked out, losing their color as I sunk deeper into my thoughts.

( The Dragon Monarch Saves The Day )

The words kept appearing in my mind, blaring alarms all through out my body.

My body started to feel numb, the more I thought about it.

Normally I would have, stopped thinking about it awhile back.

But I couldn't!

After All... The more I thought about it the more it made sense.

After all you can't escape the reality...

"Haaa~"

With a short sigh, I turned back to my desk, in a sour mood.

On my desk stood a White envelope, probably handmade.

The paper used was of poor quality.. but the message it wanted to deliver was clear as the Day..

[Resignation...]

The moment I read the word, my stomach started to churn in... despair.

I had already read the letter once.

It was a simple letter that stated the writer's wish to resign from the Party. It stated 'his' wish for freedom and roaming the world alone..

After all it was the first time he had witnessed a fantasy world...

But the more I stared at the letter the harder my stomach churned...

After all... it didn't end at that!

Tremble!

Trembling, I turned to my right. A book stood at the very edge of the counter(table).

It was just a normal book, but somehow seeing it the alarms ringing in my brain went wild. It looked scary.. almost as if a Cursed book, and for a moment I thought I could see black smoke emanating form its pages, that were held tightly under the book cover.

"Huu~"

taking a deep breath, I mustered all my strength and brought out the book.

Fwip!

Turning over the book cover, A letter folded in a red string greeted me.

"Fuxk!"

As my premonition came true, I unknowingly cursed aloud.

"Haaa~"

I didn't even bother to read, before a sigh escaped my mouth.

" I feel 60 yrs older.."

I muttered under my breath, as I collected the letters. I trembled a little.

Walking up a corner of the room, I glanced back at the trashbin.

Suddenly rage overtook me as I glanced back at the letters. Resentment, anger and frustration flashed like wild fire as I stomped my feet loudly and threw the letters in the garbage.

"Go Die in a Fuxking Pisspool!"

I was never good at jokes, and my curses were stupid just like me....

Anyway, Now that I have transmigrated in this 'fuxking' Novel, I have to watch my every last step to not die.

I kept moving about room as I contemplated hard in my mind.

I didn't know how, or when. When I woke up I found myself in this world.

At first I thought I had transmigrated like most japanesse characters. I felt a bit happy and blessed.

"...dog-shit Blessing!...Fuuu~"

At first I didn't know anything, and my body moved on its own. It kept moving about, brushing his teeth, practising Katana, channeling some-sort of cool energy that was stored in the navel, and grooming work..

I was surprised a bit, but as it didn't bother me much, I kept focusing on his work. Especially the katanamanship and the energy channeling thingy.

It felt it was a basic program for me to effectively use this body when I gained control.

Soon my body moved. It started to clean up washing the sweat and dirt of the hard work. The room I stayed in wasn't too big, but it was cozy and practical.

Even the bathroom was well furnished in white and black tiles like a chessboard. It ddin't have a shower, but a tap was fine fine.

Soon, the clean up was over and it walked out with a black towel draped around him.

Dressed in formal black shirt and black pants and hovering on top a black coat with a church Insignia, I looked cool... somewhat?

I walked to the wardrobe, a bit confused. Was anything more, left to be put over?

My curiosity was answered soon.

A long trunk appeared in the wardrobe. Taking out the pitch black trunk that was decorated with an intricate pattern of golden lining, A pitch Black katana peeked out.

" Cool-!"

I muttered like a fool, unaware of his doom.

Placing the katana in my left side of the belt, I moved out..

Yes. As my soul assimilated more with the body, I could somewhat influence my actions. But...

"A little more...", I said and left it to my reflexes, like an autopilot mode.

At exactly, 9 O' clock, he walked down the building to a secluded room. His Office.

Unfortunately, the autopilot like simulation ended faster than I expected.

He sat down in his office desk staring at the [Resignation] letter on the table.

"Hmmm"

I mumbled, walking to the only mirror across the room.

Internally, I was constantly in a state of distress and contemplation.

Jet black Hair with a few bright silver stripes poking out. Purple eyes, carrying a fierce and sharp glint. A sharp and chiseled face.

The body was averagely athletic, with a height of 190 cm, if I guessed correctly.

Just like any transmigrator, I came to possess a handsome body, but...

"This won't do...."

I muttered in with a frowning and serious face. Unknowingly, I was biting on my right thumb nail.

I was genuinely happy with my appearance... Or I could have been, but...

" White hair... "

I muttered again... If I had pure white hair, I would be jumping of joy, naked in the streets...

Yeah, I was desperate for Pure white hair.

Obviously not for the reasons you are thinking. I didn't ask for white hair because it looked cool or like those anime characters. In real world, it rather looked catchy and ugly.

In this world, the world of (The Dragon Monarch Saves the Day), white hair held a special significance.

Well, nothing can be done over spilt milk.

Just when I was about to sigh, I heard a few footsteps approaching.

Thump!Thump!

Knuuu!

"  Blakeee!! "