"I, Lucien Chakma—Lu to friends, Lucien Chakma Lu to the mysterious forces of the cosmos—hereby solemnly declare: from this moment on, I'm taking over your body, Lucien Malric Moreaux. I will live your life to the absolute fullest. As a CEO. As a legend. As a dangerously attractive man with the bone structure of a marble statue."
"I swear—I'll find out who killed you. I'll avenge you. I'll hunt them down, even if I have to do it in a three-piece suit and Italian loafers. Cross my mosquito-bitten heart."
Yep. That was my opening monologue to a very dead body in a private hospital room that smelled like money and antiseptic. He didn't blink. Didn't even twitch. But I was committed. When fate throws you into a billionaire's body, the least you can do is be theatrical.
But let's rewind before I became a global sensation with a face that could crash Wi-Fi signals.
Back when I was just Lucien Chakma, I was a relatively handsome, underachieving, tragically single writer with a heroic ego and a wallet that cried itself to sleep every night. I had a novel on WebNovel that three people read (one of whom was probably my mom), and a girlfriend named Toby who I believed was the moon, stars, and central plot of my life.
Until she cheated on me.
And then casually announced she was actually into girls.
I'm not saying it broke me, but I did cry while eating instant noodles at 2 a.m. for three nights straight.
Fueled by caffeine, heartbreak, and an unhealthy playlist of revenge songs, I looked to the heavens and yelled:
"I wish I were a damn Aedes mosquito so I could bite her and give her the most vengeful itch of her life!"
And the universe, in all its ridiculous glory, responded.
Enter: Pokolo—a sparkly, erratic, winged fairy who looked like she'd gotten lost in a glitter store explosion.
"Wish granted. You've got 24 hours," she said, before yeeting me into bug life.
I set out on my mission. Operation: Bite Toby, my traitorous ex who dumped me for a girl. But fate had other plans. One wrong bite—on the wrong guy—
Huge mistake.
SLAP.
That should've been the end.
I died. Instantly. No last words. No dramatic music. Just squish.
And guess what? Pokolo forgot to mention that dying in mosquito form mean courting dead permanently. Human and all.
So there I was, dead again—this time as a soul with serious grievances and no thumbs to file a complaint.
But instead of tossing me into some cosmic recycling bin, Pokolo offered "compensation." One-time transmigration into a random body in the multiverse. No guarantees. No refunds.
I took it.
And that's how I woke up in a high-tech hospital bed, hooked to a dozen machines, surrounded by rich-people silence, in a body far too perfect to be mine.
Meet: Lucien Malric Moreaux.
Aged 29. Billionaire CEO of Moreaux Global. Global tech tycoon. Sharp jawline. Sculpted body. Signature smirk. Killed in public by an assassin's bullet.
Until I showed up.
Apparently, he flatlined at the exact moment I got squished into the afterlife. And now, my soul's wearing his skin like a very expensive designer suit.
There's just one problem: everyone thinks I'm still him.
His board of directors. His staff. His fiancée.
Oh yeah, the fiancée—almost forgot. A real stunner with waist-length black hair, porcelain skin, and eyes sharper than a boardroom contract. She's the heiress of the Ruxin family, a legacy name with enough power to probably buy a island or two. Statuesque, brilliant, elegant.
And I've never once spared her a glance.
No offense. She just looks at me like she's mentally reading a stock report, and honestly, I've had enough heartbreak in one multiverse to dive into an arranged engagement with a woman who probably thinks of me as a PR investment.
But then... enter her.
Dr. Arno Theryn Solace.
She was the one in charge of my—er, Lucien Moreaux's—care. A 26-year-old surgical prodigy. Dark blonde hair twisted into a neat bun. Ocean-blue eyes that could freeze your lungs if she looked at you wrong. A walking contradiction: breathtaking and terrifying.
She stormed into my room, rattled off medical updates like bullets, and left me both confused and completely smitten.
I got a crush. A real, full-bodied, schoolboy-level crush. Heart palpitations. Dry mouth. The whole rom-com starter pack.
And the multiverse, that twisted matchmaker, made sure we met again.
Different room. Different reason. No warning. Just us, in a moment that felt like fate and fanfiction had a baby.
She tried to act all cool and professional.
So, naturally, I said:
"Ms. Solace, you want to run? Don't dream about it."
Cheesy? Yes. Effective? Jury's out.
But here's the thing: I'm no longer just Lucien Chakma, the broke mosquito victim of love. I'm Lucien Malric Moreaux, a man with power, enemies, and a second chance.
Sure, I have no idea how to run a multinational empire. I can barely use Excel. And someone out there still wants this body six feet under.
But I swore I'd make this life count. I swore I'd find out who killed the original Lucien. I'd fix the mess he left behind. I'd do better, be better.
I'd even find out what love feels like—maybe this time, with someone who won't leave me for a girl. Or slap me mid-air.
So, are you in?
Do you want to take this multiverse ride with me?
There will be comedy. There will be romance. There will be action, conspiracies, mistaken identities, very expensive suits, and a deeply inconvenient craving for ramen.
A mosquito became a mogul. A writer became a CEO. And a broken heart might finally heal.
Come on. Grab your ticket.
Get on this ship.
Because this is not just a second life.
It's my wildest, most rom-com, action-packed multiverse adventure ever.
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