"Ah, my head hurts…"

  "Ha, it hurts so much… that I can’t even think straight."

  I would love to die just to relieve this pain. It’s like someone is hammering my head nonstop.

  As I grabbed my head and squatted down, I did not notice that a bloodied knife was in my right hand.

  The only thought running through my mind was how I could escape this unbearable pain. If death could grant me relief, I would gdly embrace it a hundred times over.

  While crouched, I tried to open my eyes, my left hand still on my head, wanting to know what was causing the pain. As I did, the bright light instantly stung my eyes, and reflexively, I closed them again. It felt like I was opening my eyes for the first time after a deep sleep.

  As my eyes adjusted to the brightness, the first thing I saw in front of me was a pretty face.

  I momentarily forgot about my splitting headache. Seeing her, my mind went bnk, stunned. She had silky bck hair—I was 100% confident it was long enough to reach her waist.

  A sharp yet delicate jawline, a small, straight nose, diamond earrings that sparkled under the dim light, and a blue diamond neckce resting against her fwless skin. She was perfect. Too perfect.

  The most beautiful face I had ever seen in my entire life, surpassing even the actresses I admired.

  I was damn sure she was going to be my idol from now on, and I would be her fanboy.

  But why was she sleeping in front of me?

  As this thought struck, I reluctantly scanned my surroundings, though I didn’t want to take my eyes off her.

  As my gaze wandered, my mind froze for the second time within five minutes of opening my eyes.

  Fear gripped me, and the headache intensified. The room… the floor… everything around me… was stained with blood.

  Seeing her fwless face again, my heart pounded, in agony, more intense than before.

  The young dy was not sleeping—she was dying.

  As this realization struck, an unknown emotion welled up inside me, and my eyes started to gush out tears uncontrolbly, without my permission.

  I had no idea what was going on, and the headache was keeping me from thinking straight. Suddenly, unknown memories started to flood my head as I writhed in pain on the floor.

  My name… My name is Aldric… Aldric Valemont.

  “Who is Aldric Valemont?”

  Barely 10 minutes had passed, but it felt like an eternity, and this jumbled mess of unknown memories was keeping me from thinking straight.

  But fortunately, the headache had slightly lessened, just barely bearable.

  As I crawled towards the unfortunate woman drowning in her own blood, my eyes started to gush out tears again.

  I didn’t know why, but after seeing her in pain, my heart ached so much. Why were my eyes tearing up without my command?

  No, that’s not right—I know now. Her name is Evelyne Vexleigh.

  Yes, she is Evelyne Vexleigh, my fiancée.

  No, that’s not right… she is Aldric Valemont’s fiancée.

  “Ah, shit! I can’t think straight—everything is messed up.”

  As I suppressed my emotions and thoughts, calming down slightly, I convinced myself that the first thing I needed to do was stop the bleeding. No time to waste—I could figure out the rest ter.

  As I neared her fwless, beautiful face, I noticed she was still breathing. Relief spread through me… but unease started to form.

  I needed to do something fast—fast, or else it would be too te. I felt anxious—no, more than that—I was afraid. Afraid of losing her.

  Instantly, I tried to reach into my pocket to find my phone and call an ambunce, but something was not right—something was blocking my hand.

  Looking down, my mind froze for the third time since waking up in this unfortunate situation.

  My heart pounded erratically as the emotions I had barely kept in check began slipping from my grasp.

  Because in my right hand—I was clutching a bloodied knife.

  My gaze snapped between the deep wound on her chest, still oozing blood, and the crimson-stained weapon in my grasp. My body trembled. My breath caught in my throat.

  And before I knew it, I screamed—

  “Evelyne, it wasn’t me…!”

  Instinctively, I flung the knife away, desperate to erase its existence from this world. I never wanted to touch it again.

  Cnk. Cnk.

  The sharp ctter of metal against marble jolted me back to reality. My mind repeated the same words, over and over—

  Save her. Save her. Save her.

  The mantra worked. My trembling hands pressed against her wound, desperate to stop the bleeding. At that moment, the pin chain around my neck—one that held a single, unremarkable ring—began to glow. The moment it touched her wound, I felt it—I knew it was healing her.

  Without hesitation, I pulled the ring free and pced it directly over the injury.

  I didn’t know why.

  I didn’t know how.

  But this simple, ordinary-looking ring was performing a miracle.

  As the bleeding slowed, my heartbeat followed. Finally, a small sense of relief seeped in.

  Still, I needed to call for help. I searched my pockets for my phone—but they were empty.

  I frantically patted myself down. Nothing.

  Thinking I must have dropped it somewhere, I started to look around.

  That’s when I noticed the peculiar style of the room. It was nothing like I had ever seen anywhere.

  No… that’s not right. I had seen this somewhere before.

  I just… just can't recall where I had seen this room.

  The towering windows with pure white curtains, a white marble floor and the whole room extensively decorated with beautiful paintings, a grand bed in the middle, and a huge mirror—certainly for a makeover.

  Moreover in the center of it all, suspended from delicate chains, hung a grand chandelier of crystalline lotus petals. Each petal radiated a soft, bluish glow, casting an ethereal light over the room.

  This was not an ordinary pce.

  No, I had seen this before.

  Somewhere.

  Somewhere, in my memories.

  And then it hit me.

  I am inside Chronicles of Erion.

  Aldric Valemont... Evelyne Vexleigh...

  One, the female lead.

  The other, a mid-level boss.