Loner Life in the novel as a side character

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"Did I… "

"....transmigrate?"

This was the only plausible conclusion Amon could draw.

Since he now inhabited an unfamiliar body—one he neither remembered nor recognized—and bore a name he didn't know, it was clear he hadn't simply been transported to another world.

If he had been transported directly to another world, he would have arrived with his original body intact, unchanged and familiar, rather than awakening in this foreign vessel that neither resembled him nor bore any connection to his past self.

And in the case of reincarnation, he should have been reborn into a new family, starting life anew as an infant, rather than finding himself inhabiting the body of a stranger with no memories of their past.

No.

He wasn't reincarnated, nor was he transported; instead, his soul had been swapped into another body—someone else's, from an entirely different world.

And it's concept was called 'Transmigration'.

As far as he could discern, the body he had transmigrated into bore an otherworldly appearance—too handsome, almost angelic, with features that seemed sculpted to perfection.

Such an appearance was beyond anything conceivable in his original world—neither actors, idols, nor models could compare to the ethereal perfection of this body.

And he finally came into a lengthy if conclusion that,

"I've been Transmigrated in another world"

Yes,

He realized he had been transported to another world.

But the question remained

What world was it?

What kind of world had he been transmigrated into?

Was this a true fantasy world, brimming with magic, mythical creatures, and endless possibilities?

A realm where the laws of nature bent to the whims of the supernatural, where adventure and danger lurked around every corner?

Or was this a mundane reflection of his own reality—a world devoid of magic, where the extraordinary gave way to the ordinary?

A place so similar to his own life that it blurred the line between a new beginning and a cruel twist of fate?

Countless theories swirled through his mind as he found himself lost in an ocean of thoughts, desperately searching for answers.

Amon placed his fingers thoughtfully on his chin.

'If I had been transmigrated into an original world, this kind of floating screen would have never appeared before me,'

He mused.

'A leveling-up system interface like this is something that only manifests for the main protagonists in countless isekai and fantasy novels, manhwas, and anime.'

Then,

Had he unknowingly taken on the role of the protagonist simply because he had gained access to the leveling-up system?

The thought lingered in his mind, stirring a mix of curiosity and unease.

If this system was reserved for heroes and main characters, what did that make him in this unfamiliar world?

A savior?

A destined hero?

Or perhaps something far more complicated?

With countless possible outcomes swirling in his mind, he let out an exasperated sigh, the weight of uncertainty pressing heavily on his thoughts.

"Haaa..."

Then,

Once again, his eyes shifted to the floating leveling-up system screen before him, his gaze fixed intently as if searching for answers within its glowing interface.

===[System]===

->Name: Amon Von Lancaster

->Age: 18

->Race: Human

->Class: Anomaly

->Level: 0

->Experience Points: (0/100)

->Title: Not yet classified

->Job: Jobless

->Affinity: Void

->(Mana usage: 1.5 Points)

==={Attributes}===

->Strength: 0.2

->Speed: 0.1

->Stamina: 0.1

->Agility: 0.3

->Detoxify: 0.4

->Durability: 0.2

->Instincts: 0.2

->Reflexes: 0.1

->Intelligence: 0.8

->Mana Points: 2

===|Skills|===

->Passive Skill: Void Aura {Always on}

->Skill: Appraisal

->Black Heart (Seal)

===ΠSkill InformationΠ===

->Passive Skill—Void Aura:

->[Void Aura is a passive skill that allows the user to emanate a powerful, menacing aura without active control.

This aura exudes an overwhelming sense of pressure and dark energy, often described as "evil" or "malignant" in nature.

Its very presence can cause even the most formidable opponents to freeze in terror, paralyzing them with fear and rendering them momentarily petrified.

The strength of the aura can vary, but in its full intensity, it can suppress the will and movement of even the most powerful individuals, leaving them vulnerable and defenseless.]

->Skill—Appraisal:

->[Appraisal is a skill that the user can activate at will, enhancing their senses by doubling their perception.

This heightened awareness allows them to effortlessly detect the presence of others, along with their aura and any killing intent, without needing to focus.

In addition, Appraisal provides the ability to analyze and view the stats, skills, and attributes of those around them, offering a detailed understanding of others' abilities and strengths with minimal effort.]

->Skill—Black Heart (Seal):

->[It will activate automatically once the host ■■Erro■■]

===[Fighting Styles]===

->???■■

->Brute Strength

->Unrefined

->Raw

->Animal Instincts

->Unconscious State/Instincts

===|Fighting Styles information|===

->???:

->[Unknown fighting style. The system fails to recognize this approach, as it doesn't align with any of the established techniques or combat forms cataloged within its database.

It is an unorthodox method that defies the usual categories. Error.]

->Brute Strength:

->[The fighter relies solely on brute force in battle, using raw physical power without any formal technique or strategy.

This unorthodox approach doesn't fit within the system's usual classifications, causing an error in its processing.]

->Unrefined:

->[It's a fighting style characterized by raw, instinctive movements driven by pure aggression and brute force.

The practitioner relies on overwhelming physical strength rather than refined technique, often using powerful, unrestrained strikes and unpredictable, spontaneous actions.

This style is more about imposing power than following strategy, with the fighter depending on their ability to outlast or overpower opponents.

While it can catch others off guard, it lacks finesse, leaving the fighter vulnerable to those with more calculated or disciplined approaches.]

->Raw:

->[A raw fighting style is one that emphasizes unrefined, instinct-driven techniques, often relying on sheer physical power and primal aggression rather than strategy or technique.

It's a chaotic, unpredictable approach where the fighter uses their body as a weapon, throwing powerful, forceful strikes with little regard for precision or control.

Movements are often wild and reactive, driven by raw emotion and survival instincts.

Though effective in close combat, it leaves the fighter open to counterattacks due to its lack of discipline and technique.]

->Animal Instincts:

->[It is a style that revolves entirely around survival instinct, where the user's mind shifts to that of a wild beast, abandoning any sense of control or structured technique.

In this state, the fighter becomes a primal force, relying on raw aggression and desperation to overpower their opponent.

The user's movements become erratic and savage, using every part of their body as a weapon—scratching and tearing at the opponent with their nails, biting with teeth, and using their fists in brutal, unrestrained strikes.

The style is all about sheer will to survive, with no concern for rules or tactics.

It's a vicious, animalistic approach to combat, driven by a singular goal: defeat the enemy by any means necessary, no matter how brutal or unrefined.

The user taps into their most primal instincts, fighting with the ferocity of a cornered animal.]

->Unconscious State/Instincts

->[This is not a fighting style but rather a state that occurs when the body loses consciousness and moves autonomously, without the brain's control.

In this state, the user's consciousness is entirely disconnected from their body, which continues to function on its own, driven solely by instinct.

The body no longer feels any pain, as the user's mind is not aware of the physical sensations.

While unconscious, the body can adjust its strength to match that of the opponent's stats, creating a balanced combat scenario, allowing it to fight on par with more powerful foes despite the user's lack of awareness.

The physical appearance of the body subtly changes in this state; the most notable alteration is in the eyes, which shift into a reverse form—perhaps glowing or appearing entirely different from the user's usual gaze—signifying the complete disconnection from the conscious self.

The transformation is unsettling, as the body moves with a kind of predatory instinct, yet remains entirely unaware of its own actions.]

==={Main System}===

->System Store ∆

->System Inventory: (0/∞)Items

->System Points: 0

->System Currency: 50

->System Quest: 0/0

===[System]===

A whirlwind of unanswered questions churned in his mind as he stared intently at the glowing system screen, seeking clarity amidst the chaos of his thoughts.

"Amon Von Lancaster..."

"Who is this guy?"

Then,

Knock—! Knock—! Knock—!

The persistent sound of someone knocking at the door broke through his thoughts, pulling his attention away from the system screen.

"Hmmm...?"

For a moment, his mind became a tangled mess, torn between the impulse to ignore the interruption and the need to answer the persistent knock.

"A-Ah, W-Who is it?"

He called out, his voice betraying a hint of uncertainty as he hesitated, still caught in the confusion of his thoughts.

But there was only silence in response, the minutes stretching as no reply came from the other side of the door.

The stillness only deepened the unease that had settled in his chest.

Then,

"Amon...?"

A voice called out from the other side of the door, finally breaking the silence.

"Amon...? Are you okay?"

The voice was sweet and feminine, carrying a gentle concern that softened the tension in the air.

It came from the other side of the door, adding a layer of warmth to the strange, unsettling moment.

He instantly realized that the voice belonged to a female.

Who was this girl?

What connection did she have to the body he now inhabited?

A new fresh wave of questions crashed over him, but he swiftly pushed them aside, focusing instead on the present moment.

Hesitantly, he called out in response.

"U-Uhm, y-yes, I am okay,"

He replied, his voice betraying a hint of uncertainty as he struggled to maintain composure amidst the flood of questions swirling in his mind even though he ignored all the questions for the certain period of time.

There was a brief silence, the weight of his words hanging in the air, before the female voice spoke again, breaking the stillness.

"Umm, I mean, you're in the washroom, and it's been almost an hour,"

She said, her voice laced with concern.

"So, I thought I'd come check on you."

As Amon heard her words, he quickly scanned his surroundings.

The walls were covered in smooth white quartz, reflecting the dim light, and in front of him was a large mirror.

To the side, there was a toilet, confirming that he indeed found himself in a washroom.

"???"

"Really...?"

He muttered in a low tone, his face a picture of confusion as he tried to process the situation.

"I'm really in a washroom?"

"So, basically, I got transmigrated... in the middle of a washroom?"

He added, his voice tinged with disbelief as he tried to wrap his mind around the absurdity of it all.

"U-Um, Amon?"

The girl spoke.

"Hmm... um, okay, I'm coming out,"

He replied, still trying to shake off the lingering confusion as he prepared to face whatever awaited him on the other side of the door.

"Haa....."

Step—!

After letting out an exasperated sigh, he walked toward the wooden door in front of him, his steps heavy with uncertainty.

With a swift motion, he turned the handle and opened it.

Creak—!

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