Yes I died, what do you expect?

"Life is good, but you can make it better."

If I was given a chance to meet whoever created this quote, I'd punch him/her in the face with the highest force possible.

I died anyway...

But I think you all would like to hear my story... No, it was the last moments of my life on earth before I suddenly found myself in a strange, old world filled with mages and demons.

The fifth world war between Selvania, the weak country I happened to come from, and Rusnia, a neighboring country, began just few days after I won a lottery.

No one was ready for it... And most especially, the four million dollars I won from the lottery became useless.

The war became so intense that it was compared to an apocalypse...

The Rusnians were stronger, more armed, and more populated. They got support from other countries too, but Selvania was just a small, weak country that unfortunately got herself into trouble by angering the Rusnians.

It was the first time I saw a national problem affecting both the rich and the poor... All borders were closed, including air travel... Perhaps only the leaders managed to escape. But we, the masses, were left with no choice but to fight for our country.

We decided to keep hiding in the first place, but hiding points, unfortunately, were the places the Rusnian Soldiers attacked most.

At a point, all the males above the age of eighteen were forced to join the Selvanian Army... I was twenty-six then, which made me very included in the shit!

Every night, we were asked to keep watch in the army camp somewhere in the northern city. That was the job of the men who weren't actually soldiers, but it never meant that we wouldn't bring out our rifles to confront our enemies anytime they attacked...

For real, we were the ones who suffered the most, while the actual soldiers stayed back and f**k innocent beautiful women who sought safety under their arms.

Keeping watch had always been successful, and at times, we find something suspicious and report them to the commander... Nothing bad had actually happened to us except for the overwhelming weight of fear...

I was thinking that I'd never die after the war had lasted for three years and I was still standing, alive...

However, on one fateful night...

I was reading my favorite Fantasy Novel inside the camp house before the commander urged us to go out and keep watch.

Apart from being a jerk who loved playing lotteries, I was also a lover of web novels. Ahhh, I had read a lot, but none was more interesting and better than "Fallen Mages", a novel serialized on a popular platform called PeakNovel.

This was were I spent my hard-earned money apart from lotteries, and it was truly worth it. However, that day appeared to be an entirely different day since I started reading web novels.

In this novel, the mages, a certain group of humans who could use magic, were in a great war with demonic figures who were regarded as Negators.

The Negators were terrifically strong to the extent that magic spells couldn't cause a tiny harm on them. They possessed strange powers that negates magic... Anytime a mage is around them, he/she would be unable to feel or mana...

The humans failed in the process of saving their world, until the MC showed.

Hehe, I was waiting for this moment to come, and it finally came at the 245th chapter. When the MC graduated from the Mage Academy and progressed into the Defense Council.

He was so strong that he could defeat higher-ranked mages who were ten years older than him... He was the best in the academy, and I admired him so, so much.

He also prepared himself a lot knowing how powerful the Negators are... Fortunately, he made him a Gold Level Mage and mastered all four elements with one Arcane Art...

I thought he'd win the Unholy Six-winged Demonic Dragon, and defeat the Archdemon of Death.

But unfortunately, my guesses were wrong.

The MC was defeated and enslaved!

To cut the story short, I was pissed off at that time and left my phone in the camp house while I go keep watch with my comrades.

I never wanted him to lose.

No!

Of course, what would he?

He was the main character for god's godly sake!

Somehow, the anger and disappointed feeling kept me inattentive, and I didn't know when some Rusnian soldiers spotted me alone in my watching spot.

Although I noticed them few seconds after and tried to escape, but a single bullet at the back of my head sent me direct extinction.

Yes, I died.

What do you expect after having a bullet crush into my skull?

Anyway, I know the others would have been dead by now...

*SMILES EVILLY*

There was no way they could confront the Rusnian soldiers... I saw them... There were up to a hundred men, and we are just thirty.

That is the story of the last moments of my life, and I'll say this again:

I'd like to meet who made that quote...

Life was never good, and it can never be better. I have suffered all through my life as an orphan, and when the moment I'd become wealthy came, a god damned world war began...

Tell me, how is life good with that?

How could it be better with that?

Bullshit!

SIGH.

I'm calmed now... Because... Because I think I...

Gosh...! Just let the narrator finish this up!

I was Keith by the way...

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Keith opened his eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling... No, it was an aged under-roof structure made of pure, brown wood.

In a rush, he quickly sat up at once and scanned the area...

All he could see were wooden chairs, another mattress made of cotton, some black clay pots, a black armour hung on the wooden wall, and a sword.

Bows and arrows too...

Keith gasped confusedly.

"Where the heck am I?!"

Suddenly, he heard footsteps from outside of the room which seems to be approaching. The next moment, the door of the room, still wooden, was pushed open...

Keith spotted a woman with a matured physique, dressed in white tattered gown, possessing a familiar look. She had quite pale skin and long dark hair, her beauty charming.

"What are you saying Elon, did you have a nightmare?"

This lady approached him closely despite the strange look on his face, and patted his back with a noticeable look of care and love.

Nonetheless, all that was in Keith's mind were a different thing entirely after the clear familiarity he had noticed.

'Matilda Haas. The closest servant to the king's second wife... Wait... What?!'

Keith's eyes widened.

'Did I transmigrated into Fallen Mages???'