Shattered Innocence: Transmigrated Into A Novel As An Extra の小説・ストーリー

I shared the same name as the male lead of the novel—Connor Graham. Curious about the effectiveness of AI, I had written a prompt, asking it to write a novel with a character sharing my name. I didn't live a lavish life. I was just a simple corporate worker, but at the very least, I wasn't transmigrated, crippled, or blinded. I also wasn't locked up until I died of excessive blood loss. I wasn't surrounded by a group of twisted lunatics who were willing to hurt others in the name of love. I took a deep breath, deciding to have a sandwich for lunch that afternoon.

His eyes searched mine, desperate for answers, but I wasn't sure I could give him the truth. "I’m not the same person you think I am," I whispered, my voice trembling with fear. "Lila's body... yes, it's hers, but the soul inside it isn’t hers anymore." He took a step back, shock registering on his face as he processed my words. "What do you mean by that?" His voice was strained, his confusion only deepening. I swallowed hard, struggling to find the words. "I know this sounds insane, but... I’m someone else. I transmigrated into Lila's body. I’m not her."

It was a foolish thought but I…this broken girl that had never known warmth in her whole life wanted to live. A sharp pain jolted in my shoulder and I gasped, my eyes snapping open as I stared back at the rotted thatch roof of the shack. The memory faded, but the pain of my childhood remained, blending perfectly with the physical agony of my shattered flesh.

She cut in, sprang up, but she fell back immediately she sat on. Her body felt numb and heavy, like her soul was alive, but her body was dead.

The cold-hearted Don, the wife used as a pawn, the opulent estate, even the layout of the rooms was identical. Most terrifyingly, every expression and every word uttered by the Don in the book was like looking in a mirror. "Damn it!" I slammed the book shut, a cold sweat breaking out on my forehead. "Don?" Lily looked at me with concern. "You look unwell..." I ignored her and flipped to the last page of the book. In the acknowledgements, at the very end, was a single line: "To the one who was once my whole world, and who personally shattered it. Even if he never sees these words, I want to tell him: I have learned to be reborn from the ruins."

I floored the gas and sped straight to the hospital. Once we got there, I immediately contacted the parents of both male leads and my dear father-in-law, Thomas Grant. The moment they heard what happened, they all booked the earliest red-eye flights and rushed back overnight. While they were in the air, I took advantage of the downtime to quickly pull my funds, unwind positions, and shut off the keys to the Grant family's master access account. The male lead in the book had been born into a family of financiers and was a true prodigy of capital operations and venture investments—a top-tier trader by any standard. And yet, somehow, he'd fallen hopelessly in love with a woman as toxic as Stell

The memory was a shard of glass in my heart. “What we had?” The words were quiet, but they cut deeper than a shout. “You mean the years you let me believe I was broken, while you knew the truth? The art you stole from me? The child you murdered? That’s not a marriage, Vincent. That’s a damnation.” "It was a misunderstanding! It was all Sophia’s plan!" Vincent sobbed, tears and blood mixing on his face. "I already made her pay! I made her life a living hell!"

My heart thudded. One sketch showed a girl’s face. It was not perfect, but clear enough. If my classmates saw it, they would know right away that it was Nora, the suspended girl. Under it was a label: NORA, the new girl who shone too fast. It didn't make much sense. Then I moved to the next sketch. My heart dropped. It was me. It was not just a portrait, it was me putting something into someone’s school bag. The drawing was detailed. Way too detailed. There were not many words, but it said so much.

I thought my life would flash before my eyes. As I shifted into one, I was amazed by the surging energy that boosted me. I feel like I could fight for hours. This is the second time I shifted. How I ended up killing the lycan and that darn scientist back at my old cell was because of my inner beast. Shifting into one was difficult, and at a crucial time like this, it helped me a lot. All I could feel was pure anguish, and the enemy had the nerve to imperil my friend’s life.

Deep inside me,there was a part of my heart that hoped maybe,just maybe,he would change his mind. However,Lucas turned his back on me as though I didn't entirely exist… ___________________ “Wow we have a newbie,” “Welcome,don't worry you will just get used to it,” “She looks so shy,I wonder what she did to be here.She looks so fragile,as though she can't even kill a fly.” “Shut up!Anyone who comes here pretends to be innocent.” The inmates said as they stared at me through the metallic bars.I hugged the dusty blankets so tightly on my chest as though my life depended on it.