Jaxon groaned softly as the white light faded.
He was back in the same luxurious office again—the tall windows, marble floors, expensive leather furniture, and that damn chandelier. The only difference this time was the weight on his shoulders. No pun intended. He wasn't just waking up from a dream now. This was his new life. A second chance—or a punishment, depending on how you looked at it.
"A new life with a new identity…" he muttered to himself, glancing around. "Too bad I have zero idea who I even am."
He let out a deep sigh. He never asked that fat pajama-wearing angel a single question about his role in this reality. His name, his background—none of it. He was so caught up in the chaos that the basics completely slipped his mind.
Jaxon stretched and got up from the leather chair. Across the office, he spotted a full-length mirror. As he walked toward it, he couldn't help but admire the level of detail in the place. This wasn't some office you'd find above a family-run corner store. This was the kind of space that belonged to someone rich—filthy rich.
He stopped in front of the mirror and stared.
"Damn…"
The man staring back at him was easily in his late teens or early twenties—about 19 or 20 at most. The body looked like it belonged to someone who lived in the gym: lean, muscular, and not a single ounce of fat in sight. He had a clean, sharp jawline, clear skin, healthy black hair that looked effortlessly styled, and perfect white teeth. Honestly, it was an upgrade.
And naturally, as any man who just got handed a brand-new body would do, he glanced down at the grind area.
"…Can't blame a guy for checking the hardware."
He reached for his zipper, smirking to himself—until something stopped him cold.
A flash of red.
"Wait—red eyes?"
His heart skipped a beat.
His breath hitched as panic gripped him.
"No, no, no… oh, hell no."
He frantically patted himself down, searching for anything—anything—that could tell him who he was now. But there were no clues on his clothes, no name tags, no convenient sticky note from the angel saying "Good luck, champ!".
Then he spotted it. A wallet resting near a stack of papers on the desk. How had he missed that?
He rushed over and snatched it open. There, nestled between a few crisp bills and some black credit cards, was an ID card.
Jaxon squinted at it, reading the name slowly.
Name: Jason Yun
D.O.B: August 19, 2005
He froze.
His mouth went dry.
"You have got to be kidding me."
Jaxon slumped down in the chair, his face buried in his hands.
"Of all the characters in this shitty novel… you had to put me in his body?"
Jason Yun.
The worst antagonist in the entire story. Not even a proper villain—just an annoying, entitled rich boy who wouldn't go away. A walking red flag with plot armor that only existed to be repeatedly humiliated. The youngest young master of the once-prestigious Yun family.
The Jason Yun.
In the novel, he was the kind of guy who kept showing up even after getting face-slapped ten times in a row. He chased after a girl who rejected him publicly, over and over, for three years straight. A textbook cuck. The kind of character who had everything—money, status, connections—and lost it all because he couldn't take a hint.
His obsession with his fiancée—an ice-cold beauty who clearly wanted nothing to do with him—led to scandal after scandal. His stupidity eventually dragged the entire Yun family down from being a top-ten powerhouse in the city to complete nobodies.
All because Jason couldn't take no for an answer.
"I'm screwed," Jaxon muttered, rubbing his temples.
He leaned back in the chair and let his head fall back. His eyes stared up at the ceiling, trying to process the mess he was in. He'd gone from being a blue-collar nobody with a grudge against a novel… to waking up as the most hated supporting character in the whole damn book.
But then, something clicked in his head. A detail. A date.
He suddenly reached for the sleek black smartphone on the table and powered it on. After a second, the screen lit up.
June 25th, 2025.
Jaxon blinked.
"Wait…"
He sat up.
That was exactly one week before the novel's protagonist got his stroke of luck—the fateful event that turned him from a broke delivery guy into the unstoppable force who took over everything. It was the moment the story really began.
And it was the start of Jason Yun's downward spiral.
The girl the protagonist ends up falling for? Jason's fiancée.
Everything—the face-slaps, the humiliation, the downfall of the Yun family—it all spiraled from that one point.
Jaxon stood slowly, the weight of realization settling over him.
"I've got one week," he said aloud. "One week to completely cut ties with her. To distance myself from all that drama before it starts."
If he could do that—if he could break the chain of events before they even began—maybe he could rewrite his role in this cursed story. Maybe he didn't have to be the joke everyone remembered. Maybe this wasn't a punishment after all.
He leaned back again and sighed, running a hand down his face.
"Even in a new life, I've still got a ton of work to do."
Knock knock.
Jaxon sat up, blinking.
A soft voice came from behind the office door. "Young Master?"
He cleared his throat. "Come in."
The door opened, and a girl stepped in. She looked to be about his age, maybe a little older. Her professional attire fit her curves just right—smart, clean, and elegant. Her presence gave off that cool, competent energy that told you she was used to handling serious business.
As Jaxon's eyes met hers, a rush of information hit him like a wave.
Daisy.
His personal assistant. Loyal, efficient, smart as hell—and someone Jason Yun never appreciated.
But Jaxon wasn't Jason. Not really.
"Good morning," she said with a polite smile. "You've got two meetings scheduled today. One with Director Han at noon, and one with your grandfather at three."
Jaxon raised an eyebrow. "Grandfather?"
She nodded. "Chairman Yun asked for you personally."
Jaxon leaned forward slightly, mind already racing. This was his chance. If he wanted to shift the course of this world, he'd need allies, leverage, and a plan. And it all started with understanding his place in this new reality.
"Alright," he said, sitting up straighter. "Cancel the noon meeting. I need time to think."
Daisy tilted her head. "Understood."
"And bring me everything you've got on my fiancée. Background, history, current location . Everything."
Daisy blinked once but didn't question him. "I'll prepare a full report."
As she turned and left the room, Jaxon stared out the tall window, watching the skyline shimmer in the sunlight.
One week.
That's all he had.
And he wasn't going to get smacked around like the Jason in the novel.