Chapter 1 - 1: Stranger (Edited)

Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Stranger (Edited)

My name is Anthony Valerian, a 29-year-old man with an exemplary job and a stable life. The only thing I need is to have a girlfriend or wife, but due to my age and normal appearance, women are not interested in me, but it's also partly my fault, as I only leave the house to work and don't interact much with other people. Of course, I used to be invited out, but laziness always won, and I stayed at home. I live alone in my house; there's no one else living with me. I think I really need to go out more to have fun, although for that, I first need more friends than I already have...

I work for a company dedicated to creating video games. I am a team leader and usually earn a lot of money, which is why I always buy fantasy books. They are my greatest source of entertainment in my monotonous and boring life. I still remember that when I was young, I used to spend time reading novels about transmigration; it was what I liked the most. Haha, my mother used to scold me because I never left the house, and I actually did until a few years ago, but unfortunately, she died from an illness. I always go occasionally to visit her grave, which is next to my father's, although they had their fights, they loved each other very much. The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

The story was well-structured and well-written, and the characters had good development. As always, the main character, as in any novel, ended up with a harem of very beautiful and attractive girls. I sighed at how unfair it can sometimes be to secondary characters. They are equally great, but they have to die or stand out less for the protagonist to shine. The character I grew fond of, who had the same name as me, "Anthony Von Valeriano," well, almost the same, his death is very regrettable. People criticized him because they considered him a villain.

When I sat on the couch and started reading, at first, I didn't feel anything, but suddenly, I felt very tired. I don't know what's happening right now; I don't have any illness or anything like that; my body trembles, and I felt an incredible force pulling me; it's as if something important were being ripped from me; the pressure on my body was brutal; I couldn't scream; somehow, my throat was sealed; I felt suffocated; I couldn't get air into my lungs; my face turned red like a tomato, and my eyes also turned red; I couldn't bear it. Any longer, and I let my eyes close so as never to wake up again.