He was sure his eyes were open.

  **When he removed my eyes in that space, did it affect my actual vision?**

  He thought to himself. Everything was a black shadow with tiny spots of white like he had been staring at the sun for too long, and now he couldn't make sense of what was what.

  It was no different from the empty darkness he saw in that dark space, nor was it different from the painful darkness he saw when his eyes were plucked out.

  He panicked. He could hear his own heartbeat, fast and loud.

  **Am I going to be blind for the rest of my time here? I can't, right? How am i supposed to move around or even fight when I'm blind? Isn't this too unfair for me? What did i even do to deserve this? Isn't it enough that i had to be killed over and over again? Isn't it enough that i had to be thrown into this place? This is unfair. It's unfair.**

  He thought.

  He stayed still,maybe paralysed by how heavy his emotions felt and also at the realisation of what was happening, his feelings swelled in his chest, his throat was dry and salty, and he wanted to cry. But he couldn't.

  _weak pathetic_

  He membered those words. They cut and sliced deep, like scissors tearing away at his heart.

  "You're awake." A voice said. He moved his eyes in the direction the words came from. He couldn't see the person, but somehow, he felt like he was looking at them.

  "By god's miracle, you somehow survived." The person spoke as he flipped some papers.

  "You're mana veins are damaged severely, and I don't think god performs miracles twice in a row to heal them." He said as he sat down.

  At least the boy assumed he sat down from the sound of a chair softly creaking.

  "All your basic functions are good to go, that is unless you feel anything is a miss?" He asked, looking at the boy.

  At least the boy felt his eyes on him.

  The bed was soft, but it felt prickly. Everything felt a bit too much for him at the moment.

  The voice of the person was too loud, and at the same time, he felt like the person was whispering.

  There was a heavy scent of medicine in the air, but not like the scientific medicines from earth. The medicines here gave of a herbal scent. The smell of heavy disinfectant from hospitals on earth was replaced by the calming scent of flowers.

  **I have to calm down. I need to calm down and think, just think. I'm in another world, after all. A world with magic. I can get healed. There are resurrection spells, and there's magic to heal a wound completely and even totally regenerate limbs. Yea, that's it. I just, i just need to look.**

  He reasured himself over and over and over again, convincing himself that there was a solution.

  He managed to calm down a little bit and processed the words he heard quietly.

  He thought about what happened, where he was, and who was in the room with him.

  He could remember a bit of information from the novel.

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  **An injury that ruined mana veins, a cubical hospital like setup. There were too many incidents that happened in this type of scene. It's near impossible to tell, which is which. I can't see the character I am talking to, nor can I see my actual surroundings...**

  He thought. He couldn't come up with anything. His thoughts were slowed down, if at all his messed up internal monologues and vague guesses could be called thoughts at all.

  He felt helpless. No, more than helpless. In this world where all he saw was darkness, where he couldn't even tell how he looked like, even the body he was in didn't feel his.

  "If not, then you can get back to class." The man said, and the boy felt something connect.

  "Class?" He asked, and the man frowned. He imagined him frowning, from the tone the man had used, he sounded annoyed.

  Ever since he left Earth, that was the look and tone everyone he met gave him. But compared to the haterade he felt from Mithran and what he felt from the lime haired young man, the feelings of the person in the room with him felt almost blunt. Maybe he felt it cause he was overly anxious now.

  "Yes." The man answered, and the boy went quiet for a while.

  **There is only one incident that could've happened in school, involving mana vein damage...Mithran.**

  **Mithran fell to the ground. It wasn't at a fast pace. If they wanted to, someone would've jumped in to save him. But all they saw was a noble finally falling off his cheating high horse. She heaved, out of breath, her weak legs giving in, but before she could sway down, the crown Prince, Maverick and the Kingdom's genius upcoming Knight and Aeries' own elder brother, Leon, came rushing to her left and right and held her up, as the crowd cheered.

  Aeries was forgotten. If it wasn't for the doctor who came to take him off the field and to the treatment room,**

  **Right, there was only one incident that could possibly have this scene, which means**

  He couldn't bring himself to believe or rather accept it. He wasn't stupid. He could at least put two and two together. His heart pounded at just the thought of it.

  Any other situation, any other fanatsy in his mind, any other...moment where he wished something like this would happen...he would've been happy...truly. Just not this incident.

  Living in another world was only a wish, a simple desire he shared with countless other readers who desired to dive literally into the world in their different literature writings. Books, comics, mangas... but it was simply a wish.

  At least for him, it was. He couldn't imagine a world where he wouldn't have his mother's cooking or spend time with his dad doing manual labour while he listened to his dad's exaggerated stories from his own childhood.

  A world without his older siblings picking on him, his older sister ordering him around, but still telling off people who'd treat him like a shuttle. Or his older brother playing pranks with him, but still inviting him to play a game during bed time and helping him beat the levels he was stuck on...a world without his family...that sort of world was empty, meaningless and terrifying.

  His friends wouldn't be there. His best friend wouldn't be in that other world with him. He was the type who was always surrounded by friends and good friends. He'd never experienced loneliness even for a minute, and now... now he was here...in a world away from them. A world where he had no one but himself...

  **If that guy manages to kill you, everything you have goes to him. Your sweet, loving family, your friends... all of it. And then you'll be forced to stay in that world forever, dying over and over again, deprived of any love completely. No matter what you do to fit in, you never will**

  He remembered the words that person spoke.

  **Is that really how my life will be? I'd have to be here, alone, while Mithran took everything away from me? I don't want that. I don't want it.**

  He didn't even want to picture it.

  But still, did he really have the resolve to kill Mithran?

  He was his favourite character. The only reason he kept repeating the novel over and over was because of Mithran. And now he had to worry about his life being replaced by some character?

  **. Is this even real? I'm still dreaming, right? I'm in a coma, so this is all just a dream. I'm a human. I'm an actual human, not some character in a book. I don't want this dream. I don't. Wake me up. Someone, please wake me up...mom...dad... Nathan... Angeline... Hayden...please...anyone..just anyone...please wake me up...**

  "I can't tell if you're crying from regret of losing or from the fear of the investigation or if you're in pain." The voice calmly said again, bringing his train of thoughts to a stop.

  He tried to touch his, not his, but Mithran's face, with trembling hands. The tears were warm, and as the previous ones dried up, new ones fell from his eyes.

  "Which is it?" The man asked, looking at the boy on the bed.

  He already had his own speculations.

  **I'd be bawling my eyes too if i lost to some commoner even though I cheated.**

  He didn't voice his thoughts. Obviously not. A nobles child is still a nobles child after all.

  The boy didn't say anything for a really long while.

  "It's...I...I'll...I'm not..." He started, but he couldn't formulate a sentence properly.

  The doctor observed him. His body was trembling, his voice was shaky, and his eyes were dilated in panic.

  He got up from his chair and walked to the boy, who moved back at the sound of the footsteps.

  The doctor stayed still, observing him.

  "Is there any part that feels off?" He asked again.

  "I...I can't see..." He said. Voicing it out made it hit differently. He couldn't see. He couldn't see anymore. He was blind.

  "I...I can't see! I can't see! I can't see!!" He yelled, hands moving to cover his eyes as he screamed, shocking the doctor who took a step back before regaining his professionalism.

  "Are you blind?" He asked, his voice giving out his full emotion. It was a sarcastic question. Was it wven a question. The boy before him screamed in pain as he cried.

  The doctor got something from his robe. It looked like a pocket watch, but when he flipped it open, a hologram like screen appeared and showed a man on the other side. The man looked like a typical important person.

  A clean look with black hair that had started greying styled back neatly, and his greying full beard was neat to. His green-blue eyes were sharp, and his mouth was set straight, almost like a frown.

  "Mr North." The man greeted with a hoarse voice.

  "Good evening, Lord Hill. It's about the youngest master of house Zenith, sir Mithran. He's gone blind." The doctor, Mr North, reported.

  The man's face remained stoic as ever.

  "It's his own consequences. I'll report it to the royal investigators, let him stay in the room until they come and get him." Mr Hill said and cut the call.