I died… killed by the very Shard of Mirror I shattered.
And when I opened my eyes, I wasn’t myself anymore.
I had transmigrated into my favorite game—not as a hero, not as a villain, but as an extra.
In a world where Sigils dictate power, I found myself in the body of a boy who had already died on the battlefield.
Yet, as I drew breath in his place, his Sigil changed. A power never meant for him, never meant for me.
Thrown into the bloodstained playground of rulers, I must carve my own path. But the deeper I walk, the more I realize… this world is far more mysterious than the game ever showed it to be.