Bab 2: A terrible reality
Ukyo stared at the face reflected in the mirror. The reflection showed a man with thick black hair slicked back, giving off a cold and intimidating vibe. His eyes, as dark as a deep abyss, revealed dark circles beneath them—indicative of either exhaustion or, worse, drug use. Ukyo shuddered, feeling this visage looked far more dangerous than his usual self.
His cheeks looked hollow, with a firm jawline and tightly closed mouth, exuding an aura of hidden hatred beneath a calm exterior. He wore a red shirt with thin stripes, complimented by a suit that appeared luxurious yet threatening. Every detail was strikingly clear, from the muscular contours to the poised yet intimidating stance.
"Is this me...? It can't be..." he murmured, his voice nearly choking.
Ukyo stepped back from the mirror, unable to believe what he saw. This face, this body, everything felt foreign, as if he were a character in a manga or game he had played where they were transported to another world, but now it was real and right in front of him.
Cold sweat began to trickle down his temple as he struggled to grasp this implausible situation. Yet, no answers came to mind, only unending questions.
...
Ukyo remained frozen before the mirror, staring at the stranger reflected before him. Slowly, memories started swirling in his head. Like water bursting through a dam, fragments of memories surged into his consciousness. It was as though something compelled him to remember, to dig deeper into his mind and confront a reality he wished to reject.
"This face... I've seen it before..." he murmured with a trembling voice. His chest felt tight, breathing became rapid as fear began to envelop him.
Then, the memory surfaced. The manga he read last night. That NTR manga given by his friend. This man... yes, the man in the mirror was the antagonist character in that manga! The wealthy second-generation man who ruined the life of the innocent girl. The man who pretended to be nice, then cruelly trapped her with sleeping pills and took away her purity.
Ukyo felt his heart racing. Cold sweat drenched his body. "No... It can't be!" he screamed internally.
He looked closer into the mirror, recalling the horrific scenes from the manga—the footage shown to the unfortunate girl, and how this man coerced her into submission, slowly destroying her life. This man was a monster. And now, Ukyo had the face and body of that man.
He felt a mix of disgust and anger welling up inside him. His hand trembled as he brought his face closer to the mirror. The face of that man was now his own, and there was no escaping from this reality. Ukyo was trapped in the body of the man he despised, the man he found repulsive.
"No! I am not him! I can't be him!" Ukyo shouted, punching the mirror with all his might. Small cracks appeared on the surface, but they changed nothing. The face continued to stare back at him, judging and reminding him of who he was now.
With his head throbbing and his mind in disarray, Ukyo fell to the floor. His thoughts were a chaotic mix of fear, confusion, and hatred. How could he be trapped in the body of a manga character? And worse, such a vile character?
"Damn... What should I do now?" Ukyo muttered softly, almost inaudibly. He knew this was no dream. It all felt too real, too horrifying to be merely an illusion.
Status Power Mingguan
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Power 
-- Power
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