The dull throb in his head made the room spin as he forced himself to sit up.

  "Ugh..."

  He groaned, pressing a hand to his temple.

  "My head..."

  His vision blurred for a moment.

  "Where… am I?"

  A sharp ache coursed through his limbs as he tried to move.

  "And why does my body feel like it's been through hell?"

  He forced his eyes open, taking in his surroundings.

  The room was Vast and Unfamiliar, steeped in an air of A Grandeur.

  Ornate furnishings filled the spa intricately carved wooden table stood by the wall, while a t wardrobe, adorned with vish motifs, housed a scrolls that drew his attentioe the relentless pounding in his skull.

  This wasn’t his modest home. pared to his sparse apartment, this pce felt like a relic of a fotten era, exuding quiet yet undeniable majesty.

  He couldn't help but feel an uling sense of awe mixed with fusion.

  "Where... is this pce? And why am I here?"

  His mind scrambled for answers, trying to piece together the events that led him to this unfamiliar room.

  But there was only a bnk void where his memories should have been.

  The st thing he remembered was reading a novel—a fantasy tale he'd just started.

  "Rising of the Supreme Sword Immortal".

  He usually didn't read fantasy novels much, but that particur one caught his attention, so he decided to give it a try.

  Surprisingly, he was thhly enjoying it, especially for someone reading a novel for the first time, making it all the way to chapter 210.

  From then, the story took a turn for the worse.

  The Protagonist's arrogance grew unbearable, each deore reckless and foolish tha. He’d also devolved into an insufferable simp.

  Frustrated, he couldn’t help but leave a lengthy pint to the author.

  And now… he was here.

  A horrifying thought cwed at the edges of his mind.

  No...No way... that’s impossible.

  People don’t just wake up inside books. That only happens in stories, in the wild theories his cssmates used to talk about for fun.

  Still, he searched for any other possible expnations.

  Kidnapped? No, that made no sense. He had no enemies—no one who would go to such lengths for a simple nobody like him.

  There was nothing to gain, even if they killed him.

  A, he found himself in a room that looked like it belonged in an a martial fantasy world.

  His heart pounded. Was this a Dream? A Halluation?

  As he wrestled with his thoughts, a sudden knock shattered the eerie silence.

  Before he could respond...

  Bang!

  The door flew open without warning.

  A figure stepped inside.

  He wao say, "Hey! You 't just enter anyone's room without permission." but the words caught in his throat.

  Reon's breath hitched. His entire body locked up as an invisible weight crashed down on him.

  A suffog pressure filled the room, sending shivers through his spine.

  He couldn't move. Couldn't speak.

  A crushing, oppressive aura radiated from the intruder.

  I-I ’t breathe…

  "Ugghh!"

  Pain fred across his body. His right arm a leg throbbed violently, fresh waves of agony pulsing with every heartbeat.

  The man stepped forward, his voice as cold as steel.

  "Xue Taiyang, you have beeeo three days in Frost Mountain Cave for your assault on Yang Lie."

  Reon's eyes widened with fusion.

  "What the hell are you talking about, old man?

  Xue... Taiyang?

  Who the hell is Xue Taiyang?

  My name is Reon.

  And why would I assault Yang Lie? I don't even know who that is!"

  His mind reeled, his thoughts a chaoti. He waue, to demand an expnation, but the words caught in his throat.

  Then, realization struck like a thundercp.

  "Wait... Xue... Taiyang—why does that name sound so familiar?"

  "And Yang Lie... isn't he the Protagonist of the novel I was reading st night?"

  "And Xue Taiyang…"

  The middle-aged man’s voice rang out again.

  “Furthermore, your residence will be fiscated, and you will be demoted from Inner Disciple to Outer Disciple. Do you uand?”

  Ihis familiar line is remi of "Rising of the Supreme Sword Immortal" novel.

  However, it wasn't attributed to any main characters; rather, it was associated with a lesser subordinate of minor third-rate vilin who ihe protagonist in the Sect Disciple Sele Ceremony and ultimately met his demise—Xue Taiyang.

  Wait. No. No, no, no. That ’t be right.

  "No… no way."

  "D-Does this mean I've actually ehe world of the novel"

  "And..."

  "I... I’ve taken over Xue Taiyang’s body?!"

  His breathing turned shallow. His hands trembled.

  The realization struck like a hammer.

  I’m going to die.

  This bastard’s fate is sealed before the novel even reaches chapter 20. Judging by the state of my body, it’s clear I’ve already taken the beating from the protagonist.

  Once Xue Taiyang crawls out of Frost Mountain Cave, he’ll attempt to kill the protagonist, seeking vengeance for his humiliation—only to be struck down by the very man he wants to eliminate.

  A week.

  That’s all he had.

  His mind raced. He had to think. He had to find a way out of this mess.

  "Why aren’t you answering?"

  The elder's sharp voice jolted him back to the present.

  Reon’s stomach ched.

  He couldn't afford to panic. He couldn't afford to act suspiciously. If this man realized he wasn’t truly Xue Taiyang, he might be executed on the spot.

  Think, damn it. THINK.

  From his attire, the man seemed to be a Minor Elder overseeing the Outer Sect disciples. He had likely withe Sect Disciple Sele Ceremony firsthand.

  What I say could decide whether I live… or die.

  Then—

  [Ding!]

  Reon Froze.

  An Impossible, yet Unmistakable Notification.

  [The Host has awakehe "Heaven Plundering System."]

  A Crisp, Meical voice—Young and Unmistakably Feminine—echoed in his mind.

  And then—

  [Ding! The Host has been given four options to choose from. Please selee carefully—any mistake could lead to your death.]