New Life as the Hostaged Weakling Prince
Description
After his death during a mission, Hyukjae woke up in ancient era with identity of the hostaged prince from an enemy country. In addition, this ancient era believes in sorcery where soul could possess another body. To not get suspected as being a sorcerer and get burnt alive, he tried his best to not be OOC - he, who worked as mercenary and enjoys low-key life, have to dressed up in bright red dresses, put on jewelleries on the head, and throwing tantrums as best as he could. Even after all these efforts, why is this scary king still won't leave him alone!
-insert crying meme-
Foreword
"Ah ", Hyukjae cursed as the bullet made a hole in his chest. He was lying on the hard ground, breath weakened and it didn't take long for the blood to gushed out and pool around him, covering his body with his own blood.
It was excruciatingly painful. He hated it that he did not die right away. Out of everything in this world, he was afraid of pain the most. He worked so hard on his martial skill, be it physically or mentally, for the sake of not getting hurt.
Today was supposed to be his last mission before his long-awaited vacation. He had even plan out activities for this vacation.
Well..it wasn't a strange occurence in the first place... death during mission was expected for mercenaries.
There's no stars tonight.
Slowly, he closed his eyes as his consciousness fading away. He let out a long shuddering breath, relief that he can finally closed his eyes (forever) and not being in pain anymore.
It was truly strange... he was dying, but why did it feel like he was falling asleep?
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Hurried foot steps, whispers, cries, voices, water spilling, clacking sound...
Why is it so noisy? He thought as he got his consciousness back. All kind of sounds assaulted his ears.
His eyelids were heavy, his head was pounding and his body was aching all over.
Amidst his blurry short awake period, he heard distant voices calling out 'Your Royal Highness, Your Royal Highness! Call for physician! Your Royal Highness!'.
He did not think much of it as he succumbed to the darkness yet again.
Although... before he completely out, he was thinking 'Whose bed is this, it's smooth, soft and smell like fresh roses".
Disclaimer: I own nothing but this story. Plot is inspired from multiple web novels.
Author's Note: This author's mind is disturbed by this story plot for a month, it was so extreme that the author can't think of anything hence fail to update the other on-going story, and spending the time to write this story instead. Wanting to write a strong man in weakling body so badly.
p/s: Anyone with better english would love to signup as my editor? Hehehe
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