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Jay blihen again. Then one more time, just to firm that his eyeballs weren't malfuning.
ill here. Still holding a fancy-ass gss of wine he had asted in his life. Still sitting on a sofa so luxurious it made his old couch look like a fttened potato sack.
"…The hell?" he muttered, staring at the deep red liquid in his gss like it personally owed him an expnation.
One sed, he was in his tiny, soul-crushing apartment, mentally preparing for ahrilling (read: soul-sug) day of work. The ? Boom. Fan. Expensive wine. Zero text.
His witched as the st of something ridiculously expensive—probably aged for a hundred years in some vineyard owned by rich people with too much free time—drifted into his sehe air itself smelled like it judged his entire existence.
He shifted unfortably, gng around. deliers? Check. Well-trimmed furniture? Check. Curtains so thick they could double as bulletproof vests? Double check. Everything screamed luxury. Everything also screamed you don't belong here, peasant.
Jay took another sip of the wine—because, hey, might as well take advantage of the situation before the iable horror kicked in—a out a slned sigh.
"…This is way too fany broke-ass life."
Ahe unease in his chest refused to fade. If anything, it was getting worse.
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A few hours ter…
Jay was still in denial. Maybe he hit his head. Maybe this was some eborate prank. Maybe he'd wake up any sed now, ba his depressing little apartment, drooling on his pillow.
But no. The world around him made its stance very clear. This was real.
And worse?
He kly who he was now.
"Why am I here?" he muttered, his own voice boung off the ridiculously elegant walls. "How did I bee him?"
His gaze nded on the witle sitting ily oable. He narrowed his eyes at it, half-wishing it would do something useful—like expin things.
Instead, the damn thiated.
Jay's breath hitched as the bottle calmly floated towards him, p a generous refill into his gss before setting itself back down.
His fiwitched. His heart pounded. His red eyes—oh yeah, apparently, he had those now—gleamed in the dim light.
He sat there, pletely still. Processing. pting life choices.
"…Okay," he exhaled. "So that happened."
A reasonable person would panic. Maybe scream. Maybe throw the wine gss across the room in dramatic horror.
Jay, however, took a slow sip. Because if he was losing his mind, he might as well do it with css.
Still. That didn't expin how he just did that. Or why. Or what kind of nightmare script he had stumbled into.
He leaned back against the sofa, eyes sing the opulent room as if the expensive décor would suddenly give him answers.
Nothing. No clues. No divine voice from above. Just the currey sinking into his gut.
This was real.
And he had absolutely no idea how the hell he was supposed to deal with it.
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Days turned into weeks.
And Jay—no, Raizel—was still struggling to e to terms with reality.
Transmigrating into someone as cool as Raizel? Not bad. But living as Raizel? Less cool. Watg and reading about an overpowered character was ohing. Being one came with an exhausting amount of responsibility.
Worst of all, if this world followed the inal manhwa's timelihen at some point, he'd have to fight some of the worst enemies imaginable. And given how many times Raizel almost died iual story, that roblem.
A long nap sounded very tempting. If he just followed the inal timeline and disappeared, no one would know he was still alive. It was a solid pn. Low effort. High reward. The only fw?
Dr. bel.
That mad stist was still running around with his god plex. And if Jay went into hibernation now, he had a sneaking suspi the world might not be in one piece when he woke up. And if the world wasn't in one piece… well, that affected him, didn't it?
That made the whole "sleeping for a few turies" pn less appealing.
Jay sighed and turo the window. The sight of Forks, Washington—dull, rainy, suspiciously full of trees—offered little fort. He still wasn't sure why he ended up here of all pces. Korea, sure. Some secret b? Makes sense. But Forks? This pce did in Noblesse.
Nothing made sense.
At least, for now, nothing had gone wrong. Yet.
Outside, the sound of a car pulling up snapped him out of his thoughts. Fraein stepped out, moving with his usual gra elegant butler on the surface, a mad stist underh. Jay watched him with wary eyes, already mentally preparing for whatever chaos he was about t into his life.
He wasn't disappointed.
Fraeiered Raizel's room, smiling politely. "Master, how was your stay at home? Were the books I gave you to your i?"
Jay—who had not read a single page—nodded with the dignity of a man who had spent weeks pting the mysteries of literature. "Hmm."
Perfect. Short. Mysterious. Just how Raizel would respond.
Fraein, satisfied, tinued, "Master, there is something iing I came across."
Jay turned his head slightly, the picture of mild curiosity. Inside, he braced himself.
"There is a group of cold ones in Forks."
Cold ones? Vampires? Forks?
Jay's mind stalled. That didn't belong in Noblesse.
Fraei on, oblivious to his master's internal screaming. "Indeed, Master. And they are quite iing. One of them works alongside me in the hospital. He doesn't seem to have fed on human blood for a long time."
Jay's unease deepened. Somethi off. Something he couldn't quite grasp—until Fraein casually dropped a hat shattered his already weak heart.
"His name is Carlisle Cullen."
Jay turned back to the window, hiding his expression behind an impeccable mask of indifference. Because if he didn't, Fraein would see the raw, unfiltered existential horror on his face.
He was in a crossover world.
Different fial stories were happening at once.
