Transmigrated as the ill 2nd Prince (BL)

Chapter 2: New world, New Life (Rewritten)

"What the hell…"

My chest felt like it was on fire, and my entire body felt too heavy to move. Slowly, I pried my eyes open, blinking at the unfamiliar surroundings. I was in a spacious room, weakly lying on a large bed, completely immobilized.

'What’s wrong with me?'

A sharp headache suddenly overtook me, and flashes of foreign memories began surfacing in my mind.

'These… these aren’t my memories.'

As the haze lifted, I remembered the situation. The memories I was seeing belonged to someone else... Prince Hiroka Isamu Callisto, the second prince of this kingdom.

I had somehow been transmigrated into a novel I’d never finished, Betrayal, and into the body of a character doomed to die at the age of eighteen.

'Great. Just my luck.'

I surveyed the room around me—a large, ocean-blue field of walls, lined with shelves filled with books.

I lay in the middle of a queen-sized bed, and large windows to the left gave a clear view of the night sky. Despite everything, I felt a pang of nostalgia.

In my previous life, I had always loved the night sky. Its stillness, its beauty. But I could rarely enjoy it, being bedridden for so long in a hospital where the nurses closed the blinds to keep the patients calm.

Hiroka, though, had lived a different life. Despite being a prince, he had been sickly since childhood, often bedridden.
His family had protected him, never letting him leave the palace because of the dangers his father’s enemies posed. His brother Haru, however, had always been stronger. Hiroka’s memories carried a twinge of jealousy toward Haru, but also a deep bond between them.

Their mother had died shortly after Hiroka was born, and all he had left of her was a portrait that mirrored his own features. She was beautiful, with the same hair color as him.

Yet, what struck me most was the memory of his illness. Particularly the dinner with his brother and father. After eating, Hiroka had felt a sharp pain in his chest and had started coughing up blood.

'Was it poison?'

The novel hadn’t gone into detail about Hiroka, leaving him as a minor character, so maybe the story about him being sick since childhood wasn’t the full truth.

Poison made more sense. And I had just four years before Hiroka was supposed to die. If I wanted to survive, I had to act fast. I had to stop the heroine's schemes, find out the truth behind Hiroka’s condition, and save myself from the inevitable.

'Wait… didn’t the Goddess of Reincarnation say something about me being able to live the life I always desired?'

Could there be a cure for Hiroka’s condition?

I had no time to waste. I needed to find a solution. First, though, I had to locate Riko Touma, a hidden character in the novel, a half-elf who had been living in the alleys since childhood. If I could find him before the heroine did, I might have an advantage.

But then, the pain hit again. My chest tightened, and breathing became difficult.

'Hiroka… I’m sorry for taking your body. I’ll do everything I can to find out who poisoned you and to save your brother and the prince from the Demon Realm from that scheming heroine.'

I attempted to sit up, but the pain and weakness made it impossible.

'Ugh… right. I can’t move. How was I supposed to stop anything like this?'

Suddenly, a faint light appeared outside the window. The curtains fluttered, and the window swung open by itself.

I stared, wide-eyed, as the light grew larger, forming the silhouette of a man. As the glow dimmed, a figure in his forties stood before me. His green eyes gleamed with wisdom, and his dark hair framed a face that exuded authority. His clothes were simple, yet otherworldly.

"Good evening, young one. I am the God of Light."

I tried to speak, but my throat burned, and my voice was hoarse. The words wouldn't come.

"It’s all right. You don’t need to speak," he said, his voice calmly.

"I came to meet you. I should have been there with the Goddess of Reincarnation, but I got… delayed." He chuckled, his laughter booming through the room.

'Will anyone hear that?' I wondered.

He seemed to read my mind. "Don’t worry, everyone is fast asleep. Besides, like the Goddess, I can read your thoughts."

That wasn’t exactly comforting.

"Let’s get to the point. I’m here to bless you," the God of Light announced. "I’m granting you light magic to aid you on your journey. This magic can heal. However, your current condition… it will take years to fully recover."

My thoughts raced. 'Was this what the Goddess of Reincarnation had meant when she said I could live the life I wanted?'

"It is," the God of Light confirmed, his voice tinged with sympathy. "I know it’s hard. It was difficult in your previous world too, wasn’t it? To be sick, confined to a bed."

The pain of those memories returned, but I pushed them aside. There was no time for dwelling on the past.

The God of Light raised his hand, murmuring words I couldn’t understand. Suddenly, a warm light enveloped my body, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, I felt a sense of relief.

"Oh, and one more thing," he added. "You must only use this power once a week to heal yourself or someone close to you. Overuse could lead to exhaustion or even death. Even with this blessing, the poison will still remain in your system, but it will buy you time."

Just as quickly as he arrived, the God of Light began to fade, leaving me with his final words. "You’re not just any prince, young man. You now have three attributes: Ice, Lightning, and Light. A rare combination."

As his presence vanished, I lay back, contemplating his words. Three attributes… I’d need all of them if I was going to survive in this world.