I didn't even feel it. One minute, I was crossing the street, and the next... darkness. I don't know if it was the car that hit me, or if I slipped in some freak accident. It didn't really matter. The truth was, I was dead. Or at least, I should have been.
The feeling of waking up was disorienting, like being ripped from a dream but not entirely sure if you're still in one. My body felt different—stronger, lighter—and my surroundings? Well, those were nothing like my usual bedroom.
I opened my eyes, greeted by a towering stone wall adorned with luxurious tapestries. The smell of incense filled the air, and I sat up, my heart pounding in my chest as the realization hit me like a slap in the face.
No. Freaking. Way.
This wasn't my world. No, this was Astoria, the fantasy novel I had obsessively read and re-read since high school. I could barely breathe as I recognized the details, the decor, the faint sounds of a bustling palace outside the room.
I was in the world of Blade of Eternity.
Before I could get my bearings, a soft knock sounded at the door. It swung open, and a tall, elegant woman in a maid's uniform bowed deeply before me.
"Good morning, Lady Liora," she said, her voice calm and respectful.
Lady Liora.
My heart sank.
Liora Del'Aris. The main antagonist. The villain. The cruel and calculating rival to my beloved protagonist, Seren.
This couldn't be happening.
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"Reincarnated as My Own Rival"
FantasyAfter a modern-day teenager dies, they are reincarnated as the villainous noblewoman, Liora Del'Aris, in their favorite fantasy novel. Now, instead of the protagonist, they must play the role of Liora, a character doomed to fall. To survive, they tr...
