I was supposed to be dead. I had accepted my fate, after living a life of crime and violence. But instead of dying, I woke up in a fucking old world, where magic and swords ruled. I felt like I was going insane. This had to be a dream. A nightmare. I slapped myself hard, hoping to wake up. But all I felt was pain. And you know what was more painful? The fact that I was facing the Crown Prince, the most powerful and ruthless man in the kingdom. He was pointing his sword at me, ready to kill me. I was a notorious criminal in this world, too. I had no allies, no friends, no hope. I had only one option: to survive.