Chapter 1: The Death of Dani Everhart and the Birth of a New Life
Dani was once like any other teenager. He had a normal childhood—loving parents, good grades, and dreams of the future. His life was neither extravagant nor tragic, just ordinary.
His parents adored him. His father was a businessman, his mother a caring homemaker, and together, they gave Dani a childhood full of warmth and laughter. He wasn't rich, but his family was well-off. His school life was enjoyable, with friends who made him laugh and teachers who saw his potential.
At fifteen, he had no idea how fragile happiness was.
It only took one accident to shatter everything.
One rainy night, a truck skidded off the road. His parents never made it home.
Just like that, he was alone.
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A Life Without Purpose
The days after the funeral blurred together. The house felt too big. Too empty.
At first, Dani waited for the pain to fade. He told himself time would heal it, that he'd eventually find a way to move forward. But it never did. No one came to comfort him. The few relatives he had didn't care beyond legal matters. His parents' wealth was transferred to him, but no amount of money could replace what he had lost.
For months, he drifted through life like a ghost. He barely ate, barely slept. He skipped school, ignoring the messages from teachers and friends. Eventually, they stopped trying.
Loneliness consumed him.
But then, something changed.
Maybe it was anger at the world. Maybe it was just exhaustion from feeling miserable. One day, Dani decided he had enough.
"If I have no future, then I'll live however the fuck I want."
That thought saved him.
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The Dream Life That Wasn't a Dream
Dani dropped out of school. There was no point in studying when he had enough money to live comfortably. Instead, he did whatever he wanted.
He gamed all night and slept all day.
He ordered whatever food he craved, eating like a king.
He watched anime, read manga, played VR games—every pleasure available to him.
No rules. No responsibilities. Just endless indulgence.
For a while, it was fun. The freedom of doing whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, was exhilarating.
But then… it became boring.
Nothing was exciting anymore. Games felt repetitive. Food lost its taste. Even porn—the one thing he thought would never fail him—felt meaningless.
There was no thrill, no satisfaction.
What was he even living for?
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The Death Sentence
The answer came in the form of pain.
At first, it was just discomfort—an ache in his stomach, nausea after eating. He ignored it. What was one more problem in his already meaningless life?
But the pain didn't go away. It got worse.
One day, he collapsed.
The hospital visit confirmed it.
Cancer.
Terminal.
The doctor's words were clinical, emotionless. "You have months left. Treatment won't help."
And that was it.
Dani sat in his hospital bed, staring at the ceiling. He should have been scared. Should have cried, should have screamed about how unfair life was.
But he felt nothing.
There was no one to grieve for him. No one waiting for him outside the hospital. His death wouldn't matter to anyone.
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The Escape Into Stories
The days in the hospital were long. Boredom became his worst enemy.
And so, he turned to books.
At first, it was just a way to kill time. He read fantasy novels, transmigration stories, harem manhwas, cultivation sagas—anything to distract himself from reality.
But soon, he started to hate them.
Especially the harem stories.
The MCs were always clueless idiots. Gorgeous women threw themselves at them, but they acted oblivious. Instead of deepening relationships, the story dragged on with pointless drama.
"Just fuck them already!" Dani often ranted at his screen. "What's the point of a harem if you don't even use it?!"
Despite his frustrations, he kept reading. Maybe because deep down, he envied them. They had adventure, power, love. Everything he would never have.
Then, one day, he stumbled upon a masterpiece.
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A Novel Unlike Any Other
This wasn't just another power fantasy.
It was a story about heroines.
A hundred women—each with tragic pasts, broken dreams, and endless suffering. The novel followed their struggles, their battles, their rise to the top of the world.
It wasn't about an overpowered protagonist. There was no hero.
Just them.
Dani was obsessed.
He felt their pain, their losses, their triumphs. Each chapter was a rollercoaster of emotions—despair, hope, rage, victory.
For the first time in his life, he felt alive.
And then, as he read the final pages, a thought entered his mind.
"What if I was in this world?"
What if he could save these heroines? What if he could prevent their tragedies, make them his?
What if he could fuck them all?
A ridiculous fantasy. A dying man's last dream.
And then—
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Death and Rebirth
Darkness.
Cold.
Silence.
Dani didn't even realize he had stopped breathing.
For a brief moment, there was nothing. No thoughts. No pain. Just the void.
Then—
He woke up.
Soft sheets beneath him. A warm bed. A ceiling unlike the sterile white of the hospital.
His body felt different. Stronger. Healthier. Alive.
Dani sat up, confused. His hands touched his chest—no IVs. No pain.
Then he saw it.
A mirror.
And the face that stared back at him… wasn't his own.