Jin stood in the void.

Before him was the same long-haired, black-haired man—bound in heavy, rusted chains. His body trembled with exhaustion, as if even his soul had been scraped away, leaving behind nothing but a husk of pain.

Before fading, the man whispered—his voice barely a breath:

“You survived… for now.”

Then, with the last of his strength, he pulled Jin into a fragile embrace and murmured:

> “Be ready.
A storm is coming—one that will drown all of existence in chaos.
My time has come to its end…
Good luck.”

He let go.

And his body disintegrated, as if being wiped from existence itself.

Jin stood there, frozen.
Tears welled in his eyes.
Pain wrapped around his chest like a vice.
He didn’t know why.
He didn’t understand what had just happened.
But his heart mourned—as if something precious had been lost.
Something he couldn’t name.
Something he couldn’t remember.

“I carried your burden.”
The echo lingered—haunting, tender.

And then—

After everything was devoured, and all things were erased—

In a pure white room where even shadows dared not exist, stood a breathtaking woman.

Her hair flowed like silver silk. Her golden eyes shimmered with divine light. A glowing lotus mark rested on her forehead, and her lips were a deep crimson—haunting and surreal. Golden flowers floated around her like dying suns, and her robe—the Lotuslight Robe—shimmered with soft sunlight.

Her beauty was inhuman. Not seductive. Not angelic. Simply… incomprehensible.

Jin sat up, dazed, and slowly took a seat across the floating table, never breaking eye contact.

“Who are you?” he asked.

She smiled softly, her voice as calm as still water.
“I am the creator of the novel you just destroyed.”

Jin’s face darkened.

Rage flared within him. He tried to flip the table, to strike her—anything.

But nothing moved.

Not even his own body.

“You brainwashed everyone!” he roared. “You tortured me! You turned my entire life into a lie!”

The woman chuckled—a musical, chilling sound that echoed through infinity.

“How was it, Jin?” she whispered mockingly.
“Nine years in my illusion. Did you enjoy your little tragedy?
You were my favorite experiment.”

Jin’s soul cracked. His gaze turned empty, like a puppet with its strings severed.

Then, smiling wickedly, she raised her hand—forming a strange gesture with her middle finger and pinky.

> A “check.”

In that instant, his chair vanished.

Jin slammed to the ground.

Pain exploded through his spine and skull, but he couldn’t scream. Couldn’t move.

She walked over, crouched beside him, and tapped his forehead with a single finger.

He was slammed into the floor again—face-first.

Then she leaned closer and whispered:

> “I won’t kill you. Not yet. You’re still useful.”

She clapped her hands.
And the world shattered.
A heartbeat later, I gasped awake.
My head was spinning, my thoughts a mess.

I stared into the cracked mirror before me, examining my reflection with eyes full of confusion. My shiny black hair contrasted sharply with my pale skin, and my dark eyes gazed back with an unsettling expression. My face… was unnaturally beautiful, with features far too delicate for comfort. As for my body—it was tall and slim, dressed in faded gray servant clothes that barely offered any warmth in this freezing cold.

Even inside the room, the air was icy. Every breath I exhaled turned into a white mist, swirling briefly before vanishing into the cold.

There was no doubt about it—I’d been reincarnated into that body of the servant Lin.

I took a deep breath, trying to process the disaster that had just unfolded. I was now thirteen years old, trapped in the body of a boy with no power, no status… and as if that wasn’t bad enough, there was also a system implanted inside me.
A system that threatened to destroy me if I failed its missions.

“Damn…” I muttered, glancing around in an attempt to gather my bearings.

The room was small and frigid—barely enough for two people. Stone walls lined with a thin layer of frost reflected the cold that clung to everything. A narrow window in the corner let in a draft that made the room feel like a crypt. There were two wooden beds with thin, worn blankets, and an old wardrobe that looked like it had survived a war. Even the mirror was half-frozen, as if the cold itself was trying to erase my very existence.

I stepped closer to the window and peered outside.

What I saw confirmed my worst fears.

A vast training ground stretched beyond, covered in a light sheen of frost. Knights in shining white armor moved in synchronized drills. On their chests gleamed the symbol of a frozen lotus. With each breath they exhaled, cold mist danced in the air.

The sky was gray. The sun barely gave off any warmth in this frozen hell.

“…Damn,” I whispered again, gripping the frozen window frame.

I was in Frost territory.

The domain of ice mages. Masters of water and ice. Known for their cold ambition and cruelty.

And that meant one thing:

I was royally screwed.

As if on cue, a cold, mechanical voice echoed inside my head:

> [System: Failed to transfer the host into a female body. Due to soul rejection, host has been bound to the servant Lin’s body.]

I froze.

Wait… what?

You tried to make me a girl?!

I burst out laughing—a bitter, sarcastic laugh that echoed in the silence.

“So that was the original plan? Reincarnate me as a girl? Damn you all…”

But the system didn’t give me a moment to catch my breath.

> [System: Host soul is currently bound to the system. Failure to complete missions will trigger self-destruction.]

My breath caught in my throat.

Then I screamed in outrage, “Self-destruction?! What kind of psychotic system is this?!”

This wasn’t just reincarnation—it was a death sentence!

I inhaled deeply, trying to hold onto whatever sliver of hope remained. There had to be something positive in all this mess… right?

Yes. There was.

At least I wasn’t just any random nobody.

This body… belonged to an ancient bloodline.

The Noctarien Clan.

And that meant one thing:

I still had a chance to survive. Maybe even turn this entire world on its head.

Now, about the world I’d landed in…

As far as I remembered, this cursed story was divided into five distinct worlds:

1- The World of Magic and Mana — home to noble families, demons, dragons, ancient clans… and where I currently found myself.

2- The Murim World, ruled by martial arts sects and deadly techniques.

3- The Hunter World, filled with dungeons, monsters, and guilds.

4- The Celestial World, inhabited by legendary entities born from myths.

5- And finally, The Immortal World—the strongest of them all, sealed behind five powerful seals.

The first seal would break in five years, causing the magical world to merge with Murim, and the hunter world to collide with the Celestial world.

And fifteen years from now, the Immortal World would fully awaken.

In other words… I had five years to prepare.

Five years to survive.

Five years to escape.

My new priority was clear: awaken my bloodline before anyone found out who—or what—I really was. Because if someone in the Frost family discovered the truth…

They’d kill me.

But to awaken my bloodline… I needed information.

And there was only one place to get that:

The Frost Family Library.

The only problem?

I couldn’t just walk in like this.

I was still trying to figure out a plan when the door to my room suddenly creaked open.

Camellia stepped in, her expression full of concern.

—”Lin? Are you okay? I heard you scream!”

I quickly turned to face her, feigning calm.

Camellia.

She was the one who had grown up with Lin—the one who had taken care of him since he was a baby. In other words… She was the person who knew him best in this mansion.

And that made her dangerous.

I couldn’t let her suspect anything.

I clutched my head and said in a tired voice,
—”I’m fine… just a headache.”

She looked unconvinced but didn’t push further.

Instead, she asked,
—”Well, did you finish cleaning Lady Frosita’s room?”

I paused.

…Where the hell was that room?

She frowned at my hesitation.
—”Why are you acting weird?”

Shit… I couldn’t blow my cover this early!

I forced a nod and mumbled,
—”Of course. I’m on my way now.”

Grabbing the broom, I headed toward the third floor, my mind spinning faster than ever.

I had to get into that library.

I had to leave this place before someone got suspicious.
———————-

The Reader’s Archive:

❄️ The Frost Family – Ice and Water Mages

The Frost family is one of the oldest noble houses in the World of Magic, known for their mastery of ice and water. Founded by Evelyn Frost, they rose to power in the frozen North, building palaces of crystal and silence where even fire feared to burn.

But what truly defined the Frosts wasn’t just magic—it was their women.

Every daughter was born with a beauty like carved ice, and a heart colder than winter. Emotion was weakness. And weakness had no place in their legacy.

Their motto:

> “Strength in the heart. Coldness in the mind.”

As women took control, they ruled with elegance and cruelty—smiling with lips that never trembled, hiding daggers behind every word.

In the Frost family, survival meant one thing:

Be colder than the cold.