Weapon seller in the world of magic

Before the Werewolf Lord came out of his shock, the glowing orb reached Sungjun and entered his forehead. ”Wha...”

Sungjun felt like something sharp struck his head, and he blacked out, losing his consciousness entirely.

”No...” The Werewolf lord roared in panic and rage, transforming into a giant werewolf and charging toward Sungjun in fury. ”How dare you...”

Just as he almost reached him, energy surged from Sungjun’s body and expanded at an impossible speed. Before the Werewolf Lord even react, he was struck. Sun Xiao and Cyro had disappeared and appeared unconscious right outside the dungeon entrance while the entire dungeon collapsed on its own.

19 years later;

Year 20015, Continent of Siberia, Drakamir Republic;

A private jet was flying above the skies of Siberia with its destination as Krasinostok, the capital city of Drakmir Republic, one of the most prosperous nations in the northern continent, the one with the strongest military force, and a safe haven to mafia gangs.

Inside, Alexander Han leaned back in his leather seat, his eyes closed. He was a tall man with a lean physique, barely looking like his early twenties, although already 29 years old. While his face was charming enough to seduce a lady, the patch on his left eye and the bionic eye beneath it were like craters on the moon.

However, none in his circle cares, or atleast didn’t possess the courage to say it aloud, because...

Buzz Buzz

”Sir...” A man tapped his shoulder. ”You have a video call from Mr. Prime Minister.”

Alexander snapped his eyes open, and a low groan escaped his lips as he rubbed his forehead. ”Ugh... I wonder what’s wrong with me lately... Not enough rest or caffeine, I wonder...”

”Sir... are you alright?” The man asked.

Alexander gave a calm nod. ”Yeah, connect the phone to the screen.”

After a while, he was listening to the person on the other side, his fingers tapping against the armrest.

He was in deep conversation with the Prime Minister, and judging by his tone, it looked quite serious.

”Look, Mr. Mikhail, I understand your position on the Wagner Group, but they intruded into our extended territory of influence for the second time during the past three weeks and bombed a civilian’s house. If this happens one more time, I’m afraid we will consider it as a hostile force, and Pavel will be forced to act.”

On the other side, the Prime Minister of Drakamir was almost sweating bullets with stress, ”We don’t have any intentions to offend Pavel, but our Supreme Commander-in-Chief was taking anti-Drakamir forces very seriously. We ask your coopera...”

”Hmm?” Alexander’s expression changed suddenly, halting the conversation for a moment as his bionic eye flickered, processing data faster than humanly possible.

A red alert flashed on a holographic screen inside his head.

[WARNING: SYSTEM FAILURE]

”Wha...”

Before he reacted, the jet lurched. The cabin lights flickered. The pilot’s panicked voice crackled through the intercom.

”Boss! The front wheels aren’t opening up— we need...”

Then, silence.

He barely had time to react before the plane crashed onto the runway.

The last thing he saw before the impact was the reflection of his own cold, unblinking gaze on the shattered screen.

Then, everything went blank.

A voice then echoed through the void. Feminine, mechanical. And quite familiar.

His body twitched as countless notifications flooded his mind, lines of data overlaying the imaging in his brain.

[WARNING: IDENTICAL SOUL DETECTED— TRANSMIGRATION IN PROGRESS]

[RESISTANCE: FAILED]

[WARNING: BREACH INTO MINDSCAPE—WILLPOWER OVERRIDEN]

[FIRST CONTACT WITH HOST’S SOUL]

[RESISTANCE TO POSSESSION: SUCCESSFUL]

[WARNING: SOUL FUSION ATTEMPT]

[RESISTANCE: FAILED]

[SOUL FUSION COMPLETE]

[REAWAKENING: FAILED]

[WARNING: FOREIGN SENTIENT PROGRAM DETECTED]

[PROCEEDING WITH THE ELIMINATION]

[WARNING: SYSTEM CONTROLS ARE BEING OVERRIDDEN]

[INITIATING HIBERNATION in 3, 2, 1]

Followed by that, a voice, an unfamiliar masculine voice, spoke in his head. ”Transmigration is successful. Welcome, Monarch.”

The man clutched his head as he groggily opened his eyes, waking up in pajamas on a familiar yet unfamiliar bed and in familiar yet unfamiliar surroundings, which looked quite modest compared to his usual lifestyle.

He sat up and looked around. ”What in the hell is going on?”

He couldn’t help but look at his hands and legs, which looked much thicker and fitter than he remembered. There was little to no fat on his arms to the point he could spot veins with his naked eye.

At the same time, there was a holographic screen floating before his eyes, where the words were written.

[Transmigration is successful.]

[Mimic Ability has been upgraded to Overlord’s Authority]

[Congratulations. You are now a Registered Codex Overlord.]

[Overlord System—Activated]

”What are you?” He muttered aloud, but there was no reply. No voice. No answer to his question. ”Eva?” He called out. But then a moment later, he murmured. ”Wait a second. Who is Eva? And what’s with my voice...” He clutched his head in confusion, ”What’s happening?”

As he looked at the screen once again, he found that the only option that was accessible was a simple button: Close.

As soon as he instinctively reached out to it and pressed on that cross mark, it disappeared, and another holographic screen opened, quite identical to the previous one. And that masculine robotic voice returned as the words appeared on the screen.

”Memory integration will begin shortly.”

”What’s happening?” He furrowed his brows, thinking deeply. ”The last thing I remembered is on the plane and Sssss” He hissed, clutching his head. ”What the... I remember the Werewolf Lord trapped us and killed us... The plane crashed? What’s going on...” Just as he gave another look at his muscles before glancing at the holographic screen, the loading is finished, and his brain is flooded with memories, different sets of memories of two lives at once.

”Am I Han Sungjun, who occupied Alexander Han’s body, or am I Alexander Han, who received Han Sungjun’s memories?”

The man tensed as images began to flood his senses. A rush of memories that didn’t belong to him: flashes of a different life. However, which one was real and which one wasn’t his, he had no idea.

As he was struggling with his identity, the system’s chime echoed in his head, and a new notification screen materialized before his eyes.

Ding!

[The host is going through an identification crisis]

[Due to soul fusion, the host contains both the memories of Han Sungjun and Alexander Han. Please pick an identity and register it with the system.]

The man’s eyes widened, reading the notification. Taking a deep breath, he shut his eyes and concentrated. He revisited both of his lives.

Han Sungjun was born to a divine beast, who left him on his father’s doorstep. Not long after, his stepmother was allegedly killed by his stepbrother, Han Seok-jin, who was sent to a juvenile detention center. His father, who couldn’t raise him, sent him to his grandparents, who lived in the Zuania Continent’s Ospana. Not long after, his grandparents died in a fire accident.

Terming him a curse, his father never came back to collect him and instead left him to his own devices. Sungjun grew up in an orphanage, without the love of any parents or relatives, but still managed to graduate at the top scores from the Hunter Academy at the age of 17. He was then scouted by Black Commando Unit, the most secretive yet prestigious unit of the Alsacian Federation. He worked hard, often nearly died, to earn the codename: White Wolf. And at the age of 19, Sungjun died as a virgin, without an ounce of romance in his life.

On the other hand...

Alexander Han was born with a diamond spoon, as the heir of Pavel. From a young age, he was groomed to become the next Pakhan, but unfortunately, he had a rather mediocre talent of Mimic, which could barely copy one’s ability for a while.

However, his musical talent was considered once in a century talent, often compared to the legendary musicians of the medieval era. Unfortunately, his dream wasn’t supported by his father, as the latter felt that becoming a musician was below their social status. His mother, a struggling actress, passed away when he was young. The cause of death was noted to be suicide due to sheer mental pressure and a complicated marital life.

At the age of 16, Alexander was selected for the International Tchaikovsky Competition, the youngest ever from Drakamir Republic to attend. At the competition, he fell in love with a fellow competitor.