"Something is wrong, and not in a funny way." That was his first thought when he opened his eyes and saw an unfamiliar ceiling. As a normal person, his first reaction was to immediately jump out of bed and look around to register the unfamiliar surroundings he found himself in.
"This is definitely not my room." He sighed, trying to mask his fear with jokes.
"I need to calm down and analyze the situation, no matter how chaotic it is."
The room he was in looked completely different from the one he normally lived in. The desk with a monitor and computer that should have been nearby had been replaced by a laptop. One large bed that could fit two people instead of a single mattress, and a wardrobe occupying an entire side of the wall—this was definitely not his room.
"Was I kidnapped?" "No, that doesn't make sense. I'm not rich or important enough for something like that to happen to me." After a moment of thought, seeing no other option, he decided to carefully examine the room he was in to look for clues.
Before that, however, he approached the door and pressed his ear to it to check whether anyone else was in the apartment besides him.
"Better safe than sorry." Hearing no movement, he began searching. "Damn it, what kind of situation is this? I should be sitting in my room studying for exams, not solving a mystery about how I ended up here." The man complained helplessly.
After a while of searching, he found something useful. "Hmm, a phone? Finally something useful." After half an hour of searching, he finally found something that wasn't food containers and clothes scattered across the floor. "Seriously, I thought I was messy, but this is on a completely different level—no photos or information, just this phone."
Fortunately for him, the phone didn't have a password, so he could easily check its contents. The owner of the phone was named Aaron Antares. He attended a regular high school in Fuyuki, didn't have many friends, and his parents were dead, according to the information on the phone.
Fortunately, the phone wasn't locked with a password; otherwise, it would have been much harder to obtain information. Finding nothing that explained why he was in Aaron's room, the man stood up and went to change from his plain T-shirt and underwear into something more presentable. "I hope Aaron won't mind," the man joked.
After a moment, he found some decent clothes, and surprisingly, they fit him perfectly. After changing, he walked up to the mirror in the hallway to take a look at how he appeared in these clothes, but when he looked into the mirror, he saw something that shocked him and at the same time answered many questions he previously had no answers to.
"What the fuck… now the situation is a bit clearer. I transmigrated!" In the mirror, instead of the familiar figure of the man he was used to, there appeared a young man about eighteen years old, with black hair and brown eyes, slightly chubby, about 1.9 meters tall, wearing a black shirt with a black T-shirt underneath, black sweatpants, and socks.
The reflection showed the exact appearance of Aaron Antares that the man had seen on the phone! For a moment, he stood in silence, observing his unfamiliar reflection as hundreds of thoughts rushed through his mind, as if competing to be the first.
"This really complicates things." The man sighed, reluctantly accepting the situation he found himself in. It's not like he had another choice, though trying never hurts, right?
"I don't want transmigration, send me home, whoever sent me here!! Sesame, shut yourself! The taste of demoness is bad! Send me home, you motherfucker!!"
When five minutes of shouting every possible curse had no effect, the man finally had to come to terms with the absurd situation he was in.
"Luckily, I was a bit of a nerd in my previous life, so I'm not completely lost." He snorted with laughter, trying to find some positives in the situation.
"From now on, it looks like I'm Aaron Antares." He smiled helplessly at the situation he had no control over. "And if anyone asks, I don't like this situation!" He paused for a moment. "Well, maybe I'm a little excited—what can I do?" He laughed lightly, a bit embarrassed.
After finishing his tour of the house, in which he was the sole resident, Antares noticed something strange within himself. At first, he hadn't paid attention to it because of the chaotic situation he was in, but now that he had calmed down a bit, the sensation became much stronger.
He felt as if something was attached to his metaphysical soul, because this feeling went beyond the physical body—of that, he was certain. Focusing on the sensation, after a few minutes he felt a terrible stabbing pain in his head as basic information flooded into him. "Ugh, what the hell!?"
After a moment, the stabbing sensation subsided, though his head was still throbbing with pain, but at that point he ignored the pain in favor of the information he had just absorbed.
"Heh, so my situation isn't as hopeless as I thought. I have my own cheat code, but knowing the contents of that cheat code, I don't know whether I should be happy or worried about what kind of world I've ended up in."