Self-Harming Heroine - Chapter 0
PrologueI cut off my finger.
The reason? It was absurd.
Because it felt so good.
What on earth was I doing, with nothing inside me screaming to stop?
I stared at my severed little finger, trembling. Watching it roll around made me sick.
I hadn’t meant for this to happen. I just wanted to poke it a little, maybe draw some blood…
But before I knew it, I’d cut the whole thing off.
Even worse, I had been *this close* to slicing off my ring finger too, right before I snapped out of it.
“…… Dangerous. This is dangerous.” I muttered, my voice trembling with a hint of fear.
This wasn’t what I expected. It was harder. Riskier. Way more dangerous.
Sharp, searing pain throbbed from the wound, shooting up my spine and into my brain.
A body’s scream—one that makes tears fall without even noticing.
This is really—
“I feel good.”
—sick.
It hurts, no doubt about it.
But the thrill? The rush? It was so strong, I nearly went on and cut off the rest of my fingers without realizing it.
I glanced at the mirror, tears stinging my eyes. Reflected at me was a girl, her pink eyes welling up just like mine. Her golden hair fell softly around her face, but her little finger was missing—just like mine.
The girl wasn’t crying because of the pain.
She was crying because she hated this… hated herself. And I understood why.
Because that girl…
That girl was me.
Ask me how I know, and all I can say is…
She’s me.
Ask me why she’s me, and I have nothing more to offer.
I don’t know either…
I felt like crying, but I couldn’t.
I was in the academy’s bathroom, and class was still ongoing. Who knew when another student might walk in?
I hurriedly grabbed the severed finger and pressed it back onto the wound. Then I washed the blood off my dagger, stuffing it back into my pocket.
Just 10 minutes ago, I came to my senses and realized that I was sitting in a classroom I’d never seen before.
When, how, and why?
I didn’t know.
But looking around, I understood soon enough.
This is the world in the novel “The Dawn (黎明) of the Sword.”
Sounds crazy, right? But it’s the truth.
Otherwise, how could I explain the teacher talking about monsters from another world, supernatural abilities, and all those novel settings? Or the fact that the main character was sitting right in front of me?
It wasn’t some elaborate prank. There were no hidden cameras.
The first thing I had to figure out was who I had become.
I knew this body wasn’t mine. I’m—or, I was—a guy.
I don’t have blonde hair, I don’t have breasts, and I certainly didn’t wear skirts.
While rummaging through my pockets, I found my student ID and quickly took it out.
Lucia.
The name, engraved under the picture of a blonde girl, stared back at me.
I made some excuse about feeling sick and left the classroom, supposedly headed to the nurse’s office. But I came straight here instead.
And that’s how I found myself in this situation.
“Lucia… it was really Lucia.”
The little finger was neatly attached to the wounded surface. There was no sign that it had been cut.
Super regeneration.
Lucia’s very own ability could shrug off most injuries.
I really became that Lucia…
Now you may be wondering, who’s Lucia?
She was one of the heroines of “The Dawn (黎明) of the Sword.”
She had it all—elegance, high standards, top-notch grades, and even a sweet, friendly personality.
Everyone saw her as the perfect student.
But Lucia had one fatal flaw.
Lucia has a preference for masochism.
She takes sexual pleasure in being abused and hurt.
Therefore, to put it simply, Lucia was a ‘Masochist’.
And I became that Masochist.
Oh my god.
, it’s impossible! (It isn’t?!)
! Uh… this is the first time I have done this sort of thing so uh, please don’t bash too hard if my translatio– well… google assisted translations suck. Oh and, if the author somehow manages to find this… I’m sorry! I really tried my hardest to find ways to contact you to ask for permission but I just couldn’t and ultimately succumbed to the arts of stealing. If he wants this to be taken down, I’ll oblige.