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【Gyeoul Yoon's POV】

It was the next day, and Gyeoul Yoon rushed to her office as soon as possible.

Gyeoul wasn't a normal writer; in fact, she wasn't even a normal person. She was a transcendant.

Transcendants are beings that do not belong to the human realm. They are not limited by the constraints of the material universe.

Gyeoul Yoon was a transcendant, but she possessed something that other transcendants lacked: earthly desires. Her desire was simple—to become a well-known writer in the human realm.

Despite her abilities, Gyeoul Yoon never used her powers for personal gain. Even though she had the power to brainwash people into thinking she was a renowned writer, she never did it because of her moral code, making her an even rarer case.

However, Gyeoul used her powers for something else: placing her assistant's consciousness into her novels as a character. She never left them inside for too long, though, as that would be too cruel.

Arriving at her office early in the morning, Gyeoul opened the door with her keys and hurried over to Leo. She placed her hand on his forehead and began connecting his consciousness to the novel.

【Leo Aldridge's POV】

"Ugh... My head..." Leo muttered to himself as he stood up from his bed, only to realize something was horribly wrong.

"My voice...? It's so high-pitched. Do I have a fever? Is there something wrong with me?" Leo wondered aloud. Then, a voice rang in his head. It was Gyeoul Yoon.

[Hey kid! Are you alright?]

"Eh? W-who's there?" Leo, frightened by the voice, started to panic and looked around erratically.

[It's Gyeoul Yoon! Calm down; this is normal. I've transferred your consciousness inside my novel!]

Leo was utterly dumbfounded. Did she really transfer my consciousness... inside her novel?

"What do you mean by that, Miss Gyeoul? And what happened to my body?"

[Well, like I said, I've put your consciousness into a character in my novel. It looks like your character is a girl. Let me check... Aha! Alright, your character is Emilia Aventine! You should take a look at yourself, Leo!]

Leo looked around again. The home library-esque office had transformed into a royal medieval-style apartment. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Lost for words, he quickly regained his senses and asked Gyeoul for context.

"Miss Gyeoul... What the hell happened to me? And can you please explain everything?"

[Well, alright. I should've told you this before hiring you, but your goal as my assistant is to help me finish my novel, right? I have the ability to transfer your consciousness into a random character in the novel I'm working on. Your character is to act as plot convenience in the story.]

Leo was skeptical. How did Gyeoul Yoon even transfer his consciousness into the novel? But he had no time for questions. All he could do now was move on.

"I see. Then, what's the purpose of me being here anyway?"

[Well, you're basically going to be my eyes. While you're doing that, you'll be writing the whole novel bit by bit. This novel is set in an academy.]

Curious, Leo asked, "Why do you even bother writing web novels if you have this kind of power?"

[Well, I feel like my characters are too two-dimensional. I don't convey their feelings well, and they come off as robotic. So I had an epiphany: what if I sent a living person into the novel I'm making and let the story write itself? That way, it could theoretically make my story much better and make the characters feel more alive.]

[Also, now that my assistant's consciousness is connected, my ability to influence the story is weakened. I can't overwrite anybody in the story now, but I can still add more settings and plot points as the series progresses.]

Gyeoul Yoon felt a pang of guilt for sending Leo into the novel without prior warning.

[I'm sorry, Leo. Now you can see why my assistants leave me.]

Leo reluctantly disagreed. To him, this was an escape from the harsh realities of his life. He also needed the money, so he had no choice but to accept it.

"No, no. It's fine. I'll deal with it. Besides, doesn't this mean my life is in your hands?"

[Well, I will have to return your consciousness to your original body eventually because you're gonna have to eat and drink, right? But you'll have to come back into the novel world sooner or later. Remember, we need to finish the story. And don't you want that paycheck sooner? Anyways, the time distribution for the novel world is different from ours. 10 days in the novel world is just an hour in reality, and a 100 days in the novel world is just 10 hours in reality.]

Blinded by the promise of money, Leo overlooked the negatives and continued to ask questions.

"So, as long as my consciousness is inside this novel's world, the novel will write itself, right? Whose point of view will it write from? The protagonist?"

[Correct! You sure are smart, huh. The protagonist is the only character that has 'essence.' As long as a soul is connected to this world, the essence will automatically write everything from the protagonist's point of view.]

Leo found this mechanic unique and asked one final question.

"What is my role here then?"

[Well, you can be whoever you want to be. If you want to become a villain, go ahead! If you want to be a random nobody, sure, but I don't recommend it because I'm seeing the whole world through your eyes. And if you want to become the protagonist's love interest, I would love that.]

Leo was disgusted by the last part. Embracing a man as a woman is common, but if that woman was actually a man, it would be... Forget it.

Leo lay down on the bed and collected his thoughts. After a while, he went to the bathroom to look at his appearance. Sure enough, he had become a woman.

(AN: Changing pronouns from He/Him to She/Her. I will use her novel character's name, Emilia Aventine, from now on.)

Emilia looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. The girl had golden hair and golden eyes, and she appeared no older than 17. She couldn't take her eyes off her new body's breasts.

To a man, her appearance was intoxicating. Her beauty was dazzling, and her figure was stunning. But to Emilia, who was once a man, it was a bit depressing.

[Do you like it, Leo? No, Emilia? It would be better if I called you by your character's name, right?]

"Yes, yes. Still, is this really the person I'm going to be stuck as for the duration of the novel? Oh well, I'll just have to deal with it."

[That's the spirit! Anyway, I've changed your backstory. I'll read it out loud: Emilia Aventine, a noble from the Kingdom of Mersllëin, whose parents were assassinated when she was only 8 years old. Now 16, she will be attending the grand St. Frëiburg Academy.]

Emilia cringed at her backstory. "Is that really my backstory? It sounds too dramatic."

[Relax! It's better than nothing, right?]

"Better than nothing, I suppose..."

Emilia sighed and started to read the books in her room, hoping to learn more about the new world she was in.

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AN: Too many tropes used... Brain... Tired. Zzzzzz~