I don't want this reincarnation [Part 1]

Chapter 1: I Thought Hard.

I thought hard.

Where the hell was I?

I looked around the dazzling room and slowly sit up. After carefully examining the blindingly bright room, I put my hand on my stomach on reflex.

"What..."

I smoothly got out of bed and looked over myself. The scars that covered my whole body had disappeared, and my field of vision seemed to be shorter.

"What the fuck is this..."

The scars disappeared and I became shorter. And... I couldn't see my precious muscles. The proud abs that made the people around me on the beach say, 'You look great, Hyung!' were gone.

"Oh!"

I groped between my legs in a hurry, unsavory thoughts passed by my head as I did. But fortunately, it was still there. The size wasn't bad. Of course, it couldn't compare to my original body's.

"....."

After looking around for a bit, I sat down flatly on the bed and got lost in thought. First, I had to figure out the situation.

My last memory was holding my bleeding stomach in pain. I felt a little embarrassed dying because of the betrayal of my beloved younger brother, no matter how painful the wound was. He was babbling something like 'I'm sorry' or 'I can't help it' before he stabbed the knife into my stomach.

'Then... am I dead?'

Getting betrayed was nothing new, but this time the situation was serious. I was stabbed in the pit of my stomach, and my body probably bled out in the end.

I let out a dejected laugh.

I had struggled to survive in this cruel world for years, following other people's footsteps, and I died in vain?

'...So what the hell is this body?'

I was stunned by a reality I could never imagine to be real. Actually, all of this could just be a dream and I could be lying in the hospital asleep or in a coma. It was possible, dreams could be as real as reality from what I've seen. Well, at least it was worth checking out.

I jumped up and probed around the unfamiliar room. However, no matter how much I looked, I couldn't find any knives or scissors. I threw a glass bottle across the room and the glass shattered on the floor. It would be a bit troublesome to clean later, but I needed to know where I was. To be honest, all of this felt more like a dream than a reality.

I grabbed one of the larger broken pieces of glass and held it up to my wrist. Red blood dripped out of my pure white skin. It wasn't enough, so I swung my wrist, cutting it much more as blood gushed out.

"...It hurts."

Why did it hurt? As I looked up from my bleeding wrist, I saw a face I had never seen before in the mirror. The face under the fine brown hair was neat and looked fairly pretty. But his skin was too white and his body was thin as if someone sucked the life out of him. Tsk tsk, you should've worked out.

The face reflected in the mirror was distorted. Whether it was a dream or not, I still felt pain. I should be careful. I sighed and pondered what to do with my bleeding arm when the door suddenly swung open and someone came in.

"Han Yi-Gyeol! Stop sleeping and wake up! Master-- what the fuck?"

The man who was stomping toward me stopped and examined me as he asked in a pitying voice, "What's wrong with you? Did you really harm yourself?"

"......"

"What a mess... Geez, you sure have been busy. You're such a loser."

He shook his head disappointedly. As I listened to what he had to say, The name he stated tingled something in my memory. Han Yi-Gyeol. Why was this name so familiar? Han Yi-Gyeol, Han Yi-gyeol...