
by bendover1911
"Shit, why him!?"Of all the characters he could've transmigrated into, it had to be Arthur von Antonia.The disgraced son. The jealous failure. The third-rate villain who died in a prison mine, unloved and unmourned, while his replacement basked in glory.".....How did I even get here!?"Kim Jae-hyun knows this story. He read The Sword Saint's Heir—the unfinished novel where Arthur was written as cautionary tale, where the mother who once held him became ice, where the brother who stole everything became hero. He watched Arthur fall through every trap the narrative set: the bullying, the lashing out, the desperate need to be seen that only made them look away faster.Now he wears Arthur's hollow body, carries Arthur's fractured memories, and hides the Void that unmade him—power that costs memory, that consumes definition, that turns users into ghosts of what they destroy.Jae-hyun must navigate a world that wants him dead or damned, confront the Sword Saint who disowned her own blood, outwit the "hero" who never questioned his stolen life, and find an ending the dead author never wrote—all while the darkness beneath his skin whispers surrender, and the story that broke Arthur tries to break him too.Some endings aren't meant to be rewritten.He's going to try anyway.
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