"...Hah. Raising my expectations just to pull it back towards the deepest depths of hell right after, damn it."
Seojin stared at the vanity mirror inside the adjoining bathroom of his room.
Ashen blue eyes, and dark brown hair, the person staring back at him was no stranger. Excluding the change of both his eye and hair color, Seven looked exactly like a younger Seojin.
It had been about an hour since he found himself in this world. As an avid reader of such tropes, and the situation resembling what happened back on Earth:
ᆫA character matching your description had been found.ᄀ
He recalled the system earlier, meaning this was the result of the character he had commented on the author's note, and the one replied with nonsensical backlash.
ᆫBasic Informationᄀ
Name: Seven Hart (Yoon Seojin)
Age: 15 (19)
ᆫTraitsᄀ
[Skibidi] / [Sigma] / [Rizz] / [Sus] / [Gyatt] / [Ohio] / [NPC]
ᆫSkillsᄀ
[Self-proclaimed Genius]
His expression turned into that of an indescribable and incomprehensible piece of art.
Genuinely, he had no idea what those traits were, and he didn't actually expect this phenomena to happen. If he had, then he should've written something more carefully and planned that could counter even the backlash.
Seojin is a perfectionist, after all.
But what could he do now? It was the fact that he couldn't do anything by dwelling too much over it.
In fact, the one he should be thinking about was to think of a way to live— or to put it simply, to alter his fate.
Thing is, even though this matched the character details he had commented on, it didn't mean that this character suddenly popped out of nowhere, but existing characters of the novel, be it the extras or written off the page.
Seven Hart, in his case, he was an extra, a miserable one at that!
His name was only vaguely mentioned 7 times in the novel, and his last appearance was the day of his death where one of the major characters mourned over until the end of the novel.
Basically, he was in that 'stepping stone for character development' step of one of his siblings.
"Man, where the fudge are my stats at? I mean, a system is supposed to be accompanied by levelling up, points, quests, and stats."
There was none.
Not even a simple definition of what those nonsensical community slang words placed in his trait, let alone his one and only skill.
"Nonetheless, this feels frustrating. What do you mean by self-proclaimed genius, I am definitely one! I scored exceptionally above the genius level in IQ tests, damn."
He was just blurting things out to distract himself. Though he was again familiar with such tropes, accepting a new reality presented before him was no easy task.
But the timing was perfect, definitely perfect!
If he had not been sent here, then he would have had to face his father the day after and talk about his final decision to pursue law or not.
"Oh, die, father. If only Mom's six more husbands would beat some sense into you— whatever. I guess I better take a bath first."
Seojin relaxed himself in a bathtub thrice his size, sleeping even, thinking about the possibilities in this new world.
He hadn't shown much excitement earlier, but in his sleep, his heart pounded like it wanted to break his ribs and escape.
Time passed, only he woke up after an hour but his skin had no wrinkles like one would normally have after being submerged that long.
Rinsing himself off, he hung the towel on his shoulder and walked out the door.
To his surprise, a woman with such grace welcomed him— no.
The woman had just finished cleaning the room that it was shining, now wiping off snow dusts on the window. In the process, Seojin suddenly walked out the adjoining bathroom.
His cheeks turned red, probably as red as a tomato in a garden full of tomatoes… nevermind.
The woman, or Iria specifically, remained unbothered and returned her gaze back to the window pane.
"Please cover that pitiful thing, my lord," Iria said. "It'll freeze in the cold."
He immediately covered his bird, awkward.
"Eh?! W-what are you doing here?"
"It would be obvious if you look around, my lord. I am simply cleaning your room to keep its noble appearance."
"I d-don't care about that. Just get out already, I need to get my clothes."
Iria was also about to get out, placing the towel inside a bucket, grabbed the mop, and walked towards the door.
"Yes. Of course, my lord. I shall get out at once."
Mesmerized, Seojin stared as she walked.
Even the way she walked after all resembled that of a princess, and including her choice of words. Her being a maid, personal attendant rather, again seemed unfitting.
Just before Iria could fully exit, she looked behind.
"Ah— forgive me, my lord, I nearly forgot. Please dress more casually today and accompany me below as per your request. I may truly need your strength to carry a week's worth of goods."
"Below…?"
"Yes, in the village."
Iria looked him straight in the eyes before finally making her way out, making his already red cheeks turned even more rosy. A lifetime worth of virginity had not prepared him for this.
Creak.
The door shut.
Seojin let out an exasperated sigh, making his way towards the closet and looked at the clothes. However, he could not help but be curious about one thing:
"I couldn't see her basic information? I mean, didn't systems like this usually have that kind of ability? Damn useless."
His thought was further supported after seeing a knight below patrolling the manor through the window, and also no system interface popped out.
"As it turns out, this is only applicable to myself."
Nevertheless, back to him scanning the clothes in the closet, not a single one seemed casual. They were all white or black polo embroidered with his family's insignia, three neckties, and a capelet.
"By casual, don't tell me she meant casual elegance?!"