[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2: A Beauty Trap

Xion slumped down, his stiff back relaxing against the floor. Taking a few deep breaths, he pushed his body up from the dusty ground.

He could only use the wall as a support to stand up. As he slowly moved forward, his gaze fell on the single bed. It did not even have a blanket on it.

With each step he took, he felt his legs falling apart. It took him almost four minutes to drag his body from one corner to the other where the small bed frame was.

The room was not even that big!

Xion fell on the bed. A big mistake. The wooden frame could never offer the comfort of the soft mattress he was used to.

He groaned in pain while his trembling hands moved to rub his aching back. As he lay there, his eyes fell on the spider webs decorating the ceiling.

Just a few days ago, Xion was living comfortably in his new home. He thought that he could finally live his life at his own leisure.

He went out to buy the beer to celebrate his freedom from his toxic family and then...he died.

He stupidly went to catch the hanging cat from the tree and fell into the pit, never to see the day of light again, or... so he thought.

It had almost been a month since he opened his eyes to this world. At first, he thought that he might be hallucinating due to his overworking.

Yet, much to his dismay, he actually transmigrated into this weird magical, aristocratic world.

His eyes darted around the room. Other than the bed and the broken table at the corner there was not even a simple chair in the room.

A sigh escaped his pale lips before dissolving into the air.

It was a world where magic prevailed over technology. There were dungeons, hunters, adventurers and guilds.

He, Xion Aijawa, had transmigrated into this world. His name and face were more or less similar to the owner of the body he had possessed.

Other than the shiny blue eyes, the familiar facial features somehow managed to put his agitation at bay.

As for the place he was staying at the moment... it was not his room.

The Marquis had very 'kindly' provided him with a well-furnished room right next to Soren.

Xion would have enjoyed the comfy bed, if not for that bastard of a brother of his.

It had been a month since he had accepted the original owner's last wish.

Xion was on the verge of death when a pale semi-transparent figure asked him to take his place in exchange for a chance to live a brand-new life. Xion, being an activist, accepted it.

He recalled the fear when he fell into the pit that night. It was too dark to even see his own hands let alone the slippery mud beneath his feet.

Newton's law of motion followed the principle, his feet slipped. Without anyone to break his fall he banged the back of his head onto the concrete pipe before rolling into the dark pit.

Before he could even register the pain, he saw a vague glimpse of the boy huddling in front of him. _{frёewebnoѵēl.com}