2 New Reality

Awakening in his own bed, Oliver felt a mixture of relief and confusion. Had it all been a figment of his imagination? He reached for his computer, half-expecting to find the remnants of the mysterious ad or any trace of the luxury he had experienced. However, the device sat innocently on his desk, and the room reflected the reality he knew so well.

As he navigated through the familiar surroundings, Oliver couldn't shake the lingering sense of disquiet. The dreamscape had felt so vivid, the alterations to his identity and the extravagant room too detailed to dismiss entirely.

The uncertainty of whether he had truly experienced the extraordinary or merely dreamed it left Oliver questioning the boundaries between reality and fantasy. 

Young master, it is time for breakfast

Startled by the unexpected voice Oliver's eyes snapped open. The room that surrounded him was not his familiar apartment but once again the luxurious space that had perplexed him earlier. The illusion of his return to reality shattered as he realized he was still entangled in the enigmatic dreamscape.

Confusion and a growing sense of disorientation filled Oliver as he tried to make sense of the situation. The voice echoed in his mind, a stark contrast to the identity he had known before.

Hesitant and unsure, he decided to explore the source of the voice. The door to the room opened, revealing a woman in elegant maid attire, her features reflecting an air of formality and servitude.

"Young master, breakfast is served," she announced with a gentle smile, as if this were the most natural state of affairs.

Oliver, still grappling with the dreamlike quality of his surroundings, followed her to a dining area that seemed to like Chaebol family he see in korean movie . The table was adorned with a feast of delicacies, a far cry from the modest meals he had grown accustomed to.

As he sat down, the woman gracefully served him, her movements precise and practiced. Oliver's mind raced with questions, but he found himself hesitant to voice them. Instead, he decided to play along, observing the surreal scene unfolding before him.

Oliver observed the woman's graceful movements as she served him an array of dishes fit for royalty. The aroma of the carefully prepared food wafted through the air, enticing his senses and momentarily distracting him from the bewildering nature of his surroundings.

As he took a bite, the flavors exploded on his palate, unlike anything he had ever experienced. The richness and complexity of the meal hinted at a level of culinary expertise far beyond his own humble expectations.

The woman, still wearing a Beautiful smile, occasionally glanced at Oliver with an expression that seemed to convey familiarity. It was as though she had known him for much longer than Oliver could fathom.

Despite the temptation to question the woman about the peculiar circumstances, Oliver remained silent, choosing instead to immerse himself in the surreal feast.

As the breakfast progressed, Oliver couldn't help but wonder about the purpose of this dreamlike existence. Was it a test, an illusion, or something beyond his understanding? The room, the altered identity, the sumptuous meal—it all felt like a carefully orchestrated performance, yet the purpose remained elusive.

The woman, attentive to his needs, refilled his cup with a warm beverage. "Is there anything else you need , young master?" she inquired with a gentle tone.

The title "young master" resonated in Oliver's mind, raising more questions than answers. Instead of seeking immediate clarification, he nodded in gratitude, silently contemplating the unfolding narrative that seemed to be beyond his control 

Finishing the lavish breakfast, Oliver excused himself from the dining area and made his way back to the luxurious room. The ornate surroundings seemed to close in on him as he pondered the mysterious circumstances that enveloped him.

Seated once again at the edge of the extravagant bed, Oliver mulled over the events that had transpired since he first clicked "yes" on that peculiar online ad, the transformed identity, and the woman referring to him as "young master" all contributed to the surreal tapestry of his current existence.

As he gazed around the room, the opulence and meticulous attention to detail became more apparent. It was as if every element, from the intricate decor to the sumptuous furnishings, had been designed to fulfill his deepest desires.

Oliver hesitated. The allure of the extraordinary life presented before him was undeniable, yet a nagging sense of unease lingered. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being led down a path he didn't fully comprehend.

Contemplating his options, Oliver decided to explore the room further. The computer at the desk, adorned with advanced technology, beckoned him. The novels and manga on the bedside table hinted at untold stories. Perhaps, within the digital confines of this mysterious space, he could uncover more clues about the true nature of his existence.

As he engaged with the computer, navigating through the virtual landscape that seemed to mirror his desires, Oliver searched for answers. 

Oliver, surrounded by the luxurious ambience of the room, began searching for clues about the enigmatic identity he now inhabited. The manga and the diary on the bedside table caught his attention as potential sources of information. 

He picked up a manga, examining the vibrant cover and flipping through the pages. The characters and storylines seemed familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time, yet the artistry captivated him. As he delved into the narrative, he wondered if the manga held any insights into the life of the person whose identity he had assumed.

Turning his attention to the diary, Oliver carefully opened it, revealing handwritten entries in a language he immediately recognize Japanese. further confirming the alteration of his identity. As he scanned the pages, he found a mix of personal reflections, daily events, and emotions expressed in a voice that was not his own.With each turned page, Oliver unearthed details about the person whose body he now occupied As Oliver continued to read the diary in Japanese, a realization struck him with a mix of confusion and wonder. Despite never learne Japanese, he could effortlessly comprehend and understand the intricacies of the Japanese script. It was as if the knowledge had been seamlessly integrated into his consciousness.

Oliver reflected on the recent moments—a maid addressing him in Japanese, his ability to understand the written language, and the familiarity with the manga's storyline. It was as though the person whose identity he now shared had left imprints of their life on his own. 

In the quiet of the luxurious room, Oliver contemplated the profound implications of the imprints left by the person whose identity he now shared. The convergence of memories, language skills, and cultural familiarity created a complex tapestry of experiences that seemed to seamlessly integrate into his own consciousness.

As Oliver continued to read the diary, he noticed that the personal reflections became more intimate. The person, whose life was intricately woven into his own, had faced challenges, celebrated victories, and navigated the complexities of relationships. The emotions embedded in the handwritten entries transcended language, offering a glimpse into a shared humanity that surpassed cultural boundaries.

With a sense of acceptance, Oliver marveled at the dual nature of his existence. He had become a bridge between two lives, experiencing the world through the lens of both himself and the individual who had imprinted their essence upon him.