I Woke Up In The Webtoon The Gamer As A Villain

Pain

The first thing I feel is a strange weight in my limbs, as if I'm sinking into something invisible. My entire body feels numb, but not in a comfortable way—it's like I've slept in the wrong position for too long. My fingers are cold, my breathing short and irregular.

Something vibrates beneath me.

The hard asphalt against my skin tells me I'm not lying in a bed, and the sensation of small stones pressing against my right arm confirms that I'm outdoors. My ears pick up the distant murmur of voices, the heavy rumble of engines, and the muffled sound of hurried footsteps. But there is one sound above all the others.

"BEEEEEEEP~~!!"

My forehead wrinkles on its own before I even open my eyes.

"Do you wanna die, you bastard?! Get out of the way!!"

The rough, furious voice hits me at the same time I finally gather the strength to lift my eyelids. The light blinds me for a moment, forcing me to squint as my vision adjusts to the environment. The first thing I see is the bumper of a white truck, stopped just a few steps away from me. The driver's window is down, and a middle-aged man with a face flushed with anger leans out, his hand still pressing the horn.

My heart races.

I take a wobbly step back, my legs responding late—but at least responding. Still confused, I tear my gaze away from the driver and finally take in my surroundings.

The city... isn't the one I know.

Glass skyscrapers shine in the distance, reflecting a gray, overcast sky. Lower buildings have bright signs in a language I take a second to recognize—Hangul. Korean. The streets are packed with people, most with light skin and sharp eyes, dressed in formal or casual clothes in a style slightly different from what I'm used to.

The cars are modern, mostly in neutral tones, moving in an organized yet fast-paced flow. Pedestrians hurry past, many holding phones and wearing earphones, oblivious to what's happening around them, as if the world moves at a rhythm only they understand.

Am I... in South Korea?

I take a deep breath, closing my eyes for a brief moment. The air smells strange, a mix of urban pollution and something slightly sweet, perhaps from food being prepared at a nearby restaurant. I feel my chest rise and fall slowly, and then... the memories return.

Rick.

That bastard. The stupid fight we had. A petty disagreement that started as a trivial argument and escalated too quickly. And now... now I'm here.

The shock of the revelation nearly makes me lose my balance. I should be freaking out, screaming, pulling my hair out... But I'm not. My heart is steady, my mind as sharp as a freshly honed blade. There's something inside me preventing me from reacting the way a normal person would.

My gaze returns to the truck driver.

["Fang Ming"]

["HP: 100/100"]

["MP: 100/100"]

["Level: 3"]

My eyes widen for a second. This... this can't be real. But when I lower my gaze and stare at my own hands, there's no room for doubt.

I have become a player.

The implications of this are enormous. Anyone in my place would panic or at least be utterly confused, but something inside me keeps my composure unshaken.

But before I can fully dive into this new reality, a sharp sound cuts through my thoughts.

"PRIIIIII!!"

"Sir? Sir? Please step off the street, you're causing a traffic jam."

My head turns toward the voice. A man wearing a yellow vest walks briskly toward me, a whistle still dangling from his lips. His tired face and firm posture suggest that he's dealt with situations like this before.

The truck driver takes the opportunity to continue his complaint.

"These Americans... I almost ran him over with my truck. Good thing you showed up."

The officer raises a hand, silencing the driver before he can say more. His eyes lock onto mine, assessing my confused expression and my position in the middle of the street.

"Please, sir. Move to the sidewalk."

I take a deep breath, trying to formulate a response that will get me out of this situation as quickly as possible.

"Sorry," I say, shaking my head. "I just... I feel out of touch with reality."

The officer sighs, as if he's heard plenty of odd excuses before. Out of touch with reality? That's certainly a strange one, but he remains firm.

"Sure, sure..." He gestures impatiently. "Now move!"

"No problem, sir. I assure you this won't happen again."

I turn and walk quickly to the sidewalk.

Behind me, the whistle echoes once more.

"PRIIIIII!!"

The cars start moving again, and the weight of the stares directed at me begins to fade as people go about their lives.

I walk through the streets of South Korea, absorbing every detail of the world around me. The skyscrapers, the neon signs glowing even during the day, the rushing crowds, the silent buses, and the electric cars gliding across the asphalt. The language, the gestures, the culture—it's all different from what I'm used to. Yet, at the same time, it's strangely familiar.

"Man... I still can't believe I'm really in this fictional world."

For the first time, a genuine smile forms on my lips.

"Well... This world is completely insane. There are gods here, monsters, mages, cultivators, scientists, endless wars, brutal deaths..."

And then, an even crazier thought forms in my mind.

"A place where the strong make the rules."

I feel my blood heat up. The adrenaline finally spreads through my body—but it's not fear.

It's excitement.

"If I'm a player, then I'm damn sure I'll be a better player than Han Jee-Han. No problem."

A low chuckle escapes my lips as I head toward my new home, guided by the memories that now belong to me.

"Haha... I guess I'll dominate this entire world."

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