I didn't expect myself to die today.

Honestly, who would expect their death to come like this?

I was reading, damn it. I was in the middle of one of the best scenes too! I lost count on how many times I've read this story, but it never stopped being exciting each time. Because apparently, I'm obsessed with this one main character.

Cale Henituse was so, so cool. The best man I've ever seen, or- well, read. The greatest, epitome of perfection. I was reading the part where he made a certain bastard afraid of him and was using his ability to seal the White Radish inside a golden plaque and aaaack, I love him! HAHAHA, I LOVE HIM! That's my baby, I'm so proud of him, look at him go—

Wait, where was I?

Ah, right.

I got pushed off a building and died.

Which is cool now that I think about it.

I mean, I can feel the wind brush through my hair, and my mind went "If our loooveee~ is tragedy why are you my remedy–"

Yeah, I went out with that whole Clarity meme style, but I'd appreciate it if I died AFTER I was done reading. Even worse, Trash of The Count's Family Part 2 isn't finished yet, I want to read it first! But hey, we all can't have what we want.

Anyways, I was falling, right?

And then...

Nothing.

Nope. Nada.

I was expecting a splat but it didn't hurt at all. So I thought, "Hey, did I die?" but then I realized; if I died, was I supposed to be able to think?"

Slowly, I fluttered my eyes open and squinted when all I could see was white. My vision adjusted after a few seconds and I could see an unfamiliar and extravagant ceiling. My eyebrows twitched into a frown.

Where am I?

My head pounded as I tried to sit up, bringing up a hand to massage my temple, until I realized that something wasn't right. Did my body get bigger?

I looked down onto the palm of my hand and realized it was indeed bigger than what used to be my own. My skin was littered by scars that seemingly had healed a long time ago.

My gaze drifted to the rest of my body. Let's see: I was wearing a long sleeved white shirt that felt too heavenly on my skin, loose black pants, I have muscles, and... there's something between my legs?

... Okay, yeah, this is definitely not my body.

I could hear the sound of a door opening before a voice had spoken,

"Sir Barrow, you're awake?"

... Who?

I turned my head to see a pebble-looking man staring at me.

"... You're talking to me?" I asked blankly and found myself surprised at my own voice. It was deep, and... like Kirishima would say, very manly.

The man in front of me immediately became nervous and lowered his head. "I-I'm sorry for speaking hastily to you, Sir..." he immediately apologized.

I frowned and he flinched.

"H-Here, sir...! The mask you asked for," He said, handing me a white mask.

I slowly reached my hand out to grab the mask, looking down onto it with narrowed eyes.

Barrow. White mask.

"... Bring me a mirror."

The man's head perked up. "Huh? A-ah-! Yes, right away!"

He brought a small mirror to me and I looked at my reflection.

A smile slowly grew on my face, which made the man sweat and tremble slightly.

... Oh, wow, I'm very handsome.

Look at that perfect jaw, that defined nose, those long lashes—

Wait, no, snap out of it.

I scowled.

It seems that I've become what Raon would call a White Thing.

... I'm a very handsome White Thing though.

I smiled again, caressing my chin. The man was starting to look really creeped out, but I ignored him.

Is this how it feels to be transmigrated into your favorite novel? Am I the chosen one?

Then my eyes lit up.

... Holy shit. I can see Cale Henituse.

"... Ha," I let out a small scoff, "ha... hahaha... haHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"

I noticed that my laughter sounded very evil but I didn't care.

This man that I still have no idea what his name was, began to laugh with me, his face showing complete anxiety, "hahahahaHAHAHAHAHA!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

OH MY GOD, I CAN MEET HIM! I'M WINNING! I'M WINNING IN LIFE!

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"HAHAHAHA!!!

"KYAAAHAHAHAHA!!!"

"MWAHAHAHAHA— Stop."

"HAHA— Okay...!"

I cleared my throat, my face becoming neutral. Since I'm apparently the White Radish, I can do whatever I want, right?

I was internally grinning like a devil.

"Report."

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a/n: wrote this on a whim lmao. welcome to the prologue!