It took him a few seconds to process the sight he witnessed below.
"The fuckkk!"
No wonder he had been feeling the suffocating sensation of being strangled. After all, he was getting strangled for real, though not by a person rather by a rope wrapped tightly over his neck.
Shrieking in absolute panic, he twirled his hand and grabbed the upper string of the rope. He used all the force he could muster to pull himself up.
"Whht thhe fck going on?"
He found his tongue dangling loose but as he screamed the tongue slowly rolled back.
"Is this a prank? Where the hell am I?"
He had never asked such questions but it wasn’t the time to delve deep into philosophy.
Twirling the rope tightly, he tried to climb up towards the chandelier but it was harder than he thought.
The burning sensation in his neck was making it hard for him to concentrate his thoughts and gather his strength.
Climbing up, he grabbed one of the chandelier’s arms and yanked himself up but this offset the chandelier’s balance.
The hanger loop attached to the roof slid down with a crackling sound.
Maybe because it wasn’t able to support the weight for long or due to being weakened, the metallic chain snapped causing the chandelier to fall down.
"Kyaaa!"
His body plummeted down alongside the chandelier and crashed into the huge wide bed below with a soft thud while the object slammed onto the marbles breaking apart.
"OH GODDD!"
Huffing and puffing, he immediately threw his hands up and unwrapped the tight knot before throwing it away with a strong pull.
Freed from the death tool, he collapsed on the bed while sweating heavily.
"If there wasn’t this bed, I might be fucked up."
As he said this, he felt a nauseating feeling for some reason.
Honestly, he was too tired mentally and physically to get up. He just wanted to sleep but in such a situation he didn’t have the time or means to do that because he needed to understand what was going on.
Rolling off the bed, he walked around trying to get any semblance of knowledge possible.
Not getting any sense even after staring around the huge hotel room, he rushed towards the door that led to the bathroom which had a huge mirror plastered onto the wall.
Hardly had he taken a few steps inside when he stopped in his tracks.
What reflected in the mirror made him flinch.
In it was the figure of a disheveled and bloodied human macabre.
A snapped bloody neck with exposed muscles and skin peeled off from the neck.
Eyes that had bulged out of their sockets and looked like they might fall out at any moment with the tongue partially hanging out of the mouth.
His heart stiffened upon seeing this.
Is this body dead? I really took over a dead body.
He extended his hand to touch the neck when he noticed a certain miracle.
"This..." His brows crunched down and he stepped closer to the mirror.
He saw the wounds on his neck getting healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Clots started to form in a circular ring around the portion where the rope had been wound.
The bloody clots slowly turned dark after which they started peeling off and falling down. Then a new layer of skin formed. It paused after this leaving behind a scar.
All this while, he felt a strong itching sensation. He wanted to scratch the wound.
"It stings like hell!"
Meanwhile, his eyes slowly squeezed back into their sockets and returned to their full shape.
"What is this healing power?" Muttering inwardly, he looked up at the mirror only to find the image a bit familiar.
"This face... Where have I seen it?" He looked at his disarrayed hair and decided to pat it into shape.
Slowly and steadily as his hair started to settle, a vague outline appeared.
Ash-grey hair with deep dark eyes.
The eyes seemed extraordinarily dark and nefarious to the point that they gave him chills. They looked sinisterly cold as if plotting something. Coupled with that straight poker face whose expression seemed to have been frozen since ancient times, everything fell into place.
He finally remembered whom he was seeing.
Grim Wargrave.
"It’s you, son of a bitch..."
All his attention was on the image with whom he was having an intense showdown.
"Bastard! Out of everyone why is it you, you fucking piece of shit?" He cursed at the image and saw the cheekbone twitching.
The heir of the Wargrave family.
The cold-faced bastard who had villainous and crazy attributes that led to his downfall.
He clearly remembered the character attributes.
[Cold Poker Face.]
[Unyielding Pride.]
But why was he here?
Just how was this possible and if it was then out of everyone why did it have to be the body of this guy?
"Die... I am gonna die..."
"I just got a second chance and I am going to die again."
Even as he said this in lamentation and worry, his facial expression carried the look of a person who was threatening the shit out of a perpetrator.
"Just how can you keep this face?"
Following the sound of footsteps, a rhythmic knocking sounded on the door.
"Master, it is time for breakfast."
A soft feminine melodious voice came from outside.
Yikes...
What should I do?
Should I ask her to leave?
What if she finds it strange?
Damn! If only I knew this guy properly.
In some routes he was a villain while in some he was spared but in all cases he died and most of the reasons for his death were because of that sick-ass arrogant attitude.
If you go around carrying that punchable face without any significant power you are bound to be punched down.
The knocking sound echoed again.
"I should just speak less."
After finishing his mental preparations, he finally opened the locked door.
Although about twenty minutes had passed, after opening the door he still saw a young girl dressed as a maid standing there.
The girl possessed a head of brilliant blonde hair with long side bangs obscuring the right side of her face while her left eye displayed a deep azure hue.
Her exquisite face bore the features common to most beautiful girls.
The small perfectly shaped face made him feel an urge to reach out and compare the size of her face with his palm.
Meanwhile, her slightly curled long eyelashes gave him the impulse to check whether they were natural or glued on.
Ever since she saw Grim, the girl’s expression had remained completely devoid of emotion.
If not for the occasional blink of her eyes, he would even suspect that the person standing before him was a doll.
As for the maid outfit the girl wore, it was the classic black and white maid dress. Specifically the short-skirt version. It also featured the iconic maid headband and stockings connected to lace garters exposing her thick thighs.
While he also liked the short-skirt style maid uniform and wanted to give the designer a thumbs-up and say, "You really get it."
Reason told him that in reality regardless of the era, if the profession of a maid truly existed they would likely be wearing long skirts that covered them up completely.
Therefore if it wasn’t that the person who made this girl wear this outfit had a somewhat improper mind then the worldview of this world itself was somewhat improper.
What’s up with uniform?Is this how the maids dress in the game.I don’t recall anyone showing such a display or is she seducing me?
More than that,she seemed familiar.
Where have I seen her?
A pleasant voice fell in his ears.
"Master, the food!"
He looked down at the tray that contained three plates containing various shapes of cookies along with tea.
"Place it down and leave."
He wanted to speak softly but the voice that came out was stern and flat.
The girl flinched a bit and looked at him with a slight frown.
He panicked inwardly but keeping a straight face again he spoke.
"Do I need to repeat myself?"
The words seemed to have an effect that made her body tremble a bit.
"Yes, My Lord!" She bent down and put the tray on the floor before taking a bow and turning to leave when she heard a voice.
Her every manner was filled with allure of seduction and he hated it.
"Hey... Why are you wearing something like this?"
She paused as she felt a sudden ominous sensation.
She turned around in a robotic manner and stared at the person who made her heart beat in palpitation.
"Master, don’t you like it? Or... do I need to make the skirt even shorter?"
As she said this, she grabbed the hem of her skirt and bowed her head while her body started to tremble as she wondered what he would say.
"Noo!"
A cold striking voice echoed.
"You are a servant not a hoe."
"Next time you appear, dress properly."
With that, the door closed with a loud bang leaving the woman bewildered.