SWNOVELS Chapter 3 Who are you?
Chapter 3 Who are you?
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*
"Haaaaahhh!!"
A man sat up from his bed and his eyes widened in surprise.
He was Christopher.
"Haaahh… Haahh… Haah…"
Christopher took in deep breath, his face was covered with sweat and he looked around with a confused look on his face.
He didn't know where he was.
He then glanced at his own hands, it was only for a faint second, but he saw his hands being covered with light and disintegrating into countless small particles.
"Haah… Haah… Haa…"
Christopher's breathing hardened.
Seeing his hand intact like this… he felt a strange emotion…
He then looked around again, then, a smile appeared on his tired face…
"Is this the Hell they all talked about?
It sure doesn't look like one."
He muttered to himself.
This room, it was far from what he imagined the hell would look like.
The bed he was lying on, it was a four-poster bed with an extremely soft mattress covered with silk sheets, the pillows were plushy, and the canopy overhead gave a sense of extreme comfort and grandeur.
The walls were draped in rich tapestries depicting heroic battles and mythical creatures, Soft, golden light spills through stained glass windows, casting vibrant hues across the room and adding an ethereal ambiance.
To one side, a beautifully crafted reddish brown writing desk was positioned, adorned with an assortment of quills, ink pots, and parchment. Across from the bed, a sitting area was arranged with plush velvet armchairs and a low coffee table. Near the windows, a small balcony overlooks breathtaking views of the castle grounds.
All in all, this room was absolutely beautiful.
Honestly, it was far better than all the 5 Star Hotels Christopher had ever been to.
"Heh, if Hell is this beautiful, then what about Heaven? My parents must be living a comfortable life up there."
Christopher chuckled.
Soon, however, he noticed something amiss.
His body…
It felt weak…
'Is this because of the explosion?'
He wondered, however, as he glanced at his hands, he realized that his skin was fairer than before. No, it was not just skin color, the size of his hands, skin texture, hand proportions, the shape… everything was different…
These… these were not his hands…
Christopher frowned, he stood up, and walked towards the Mirror.
"!!!"
His eyes widened in surprise when he glanced at his reflection.
'This… is me…?'
He wondered in his head.
'What? Does hell even give you a plastic surgery to make you the most handsome man alive?'
He had lustrous purple hair, well-groomed eyebrows, and golden eyes that gave out a sense of mysteriousness. His facial features looked as if they were carefully carved by the God himself, there were still some similarities to his features in the past, however, it had been refined to the point that he needed to look carefully to find those familiarities.
"Heh. That's quite a look. Though I liked the Scar on my face, made me feel like a badass."
Christopher laughed as he glanced at his face again. All his scars were gone, his skin seemed healthy, facial features were sharp, all in all, he was very satisfied with his appearance.
"Vaan, eat your meal."
Suddenly, Christopher heard a voice.
A man wearing a black suit over a white shirt and black pants barged into the room while dragging a table with him. The moment the man walked in, he closed the doors, then, he pushed the table away towards Christopher and then frowned,
"Why are you standing? Shouldn't you be laying on the bed? Are your injuries healed? Or were you not injured at all and were deceiving me this whole time?"
The man wearing a black suit questioned.
*Step*
Christopher's body stepped back on its own.
'Huh?'
He frowned as he realized that his head was unconsciously lowered.
Christopher couldn't understand...
This body… it seemed like it was intimidated by this man…
But why...?
Christopher glanced at the man standing in front of him again.
From what he wore, he looked like a butler, and from the clothes Christopher was wearing, he looked like a child of a noble family, logically, this butler should serving him, then…
Why was this body intimidated? And that too by a dandy-looking man who looked like he would die with a single slap.
"Huh? Did you become a Mute or something? Why are you not saying anything?"
The butler questioned with an arrogant look on his face.
Hearing those words, Christopher's mouth twitched.
Who was he?
He was a man who single-handedly rose in the underground world within just 7 years. Who in the hell did this wimpy-looking man think he was?
Christopher rubbed the back of his neck, he suppressed his instincts as he took back the control over his body, then, he walked towards the butler.
"Who are you?"
He questioned.
"What? Did you lose your memories or something? Do you want me to hit your head to help you get it back?" The butler questioned back.
Christopher stared into the man's eyes.
"Do not look at me like that, yo-" The butler spoke with a disgusted look on his face, but,
*Bam*
*Crack*
Before he could complete his sentence, Christopher grabbed the plate the butler had brought and smashed it on his head, breaking it whole thing.contemporary romance
Of course, he didn't stop either, he then grabbed the utensil that had all the food and,
*Bam*
He smashed that on the butler's head as well.
"Aggghhhh!!"
The butler screamed in agony as the sizzling hot food fell on his face, burning it.
However, this was not the end,
"Aaaahhh!!"
Christopher shouted as he picked the entire table and,
*Bam*
*Crash*
He smashed it onto the Butler's head, breaking the table in the process.
The servants who heard all the noises quickly rushed into Christopher's room, the dust cleared up, and Christopher was found grabbing the butler with his collar,
With a cold expression on his face, he spoke,
"I asked who the fuck are you, when are you going to answer that?
Or do you want me to smash this fat head of yours a few more times before you finally know your place, huh?"
Before the butler could answer, Christopher grabbed his hair and,
*Bam*
Smashed his face into the floor.
He lifted the butler's face again, by now, the butler's face had turned into a bloody mess, his mouth was filled with blood and his broken teeth, his face was covered with gravy, blood, and cuts, and his eyes, they were shrunk in fear as he looked at Christopher.
"I'll ask one last time, who are you?"
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