I Became a Supporting Character in a Martial Arts Novel (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 3
Yuwon, looking oddly at the unfamiliar address of “Master,” told me to rest more since he’d come again tomorrow, then left the room.
Alone, I got up from the bed after a while and first searched around the room a bit.
Opening the drawer cabinet in the corner, I found something like a metal plate about the size of two palms placed together in the top compartment, with a ring attached in the center.
‘This must be a mirror.’
Given the martial world novel’s historical setting, glass mirrors were luxuries.
Unless it belonged to a major clan, the Dao Sect wouldn’t have such a thing. Besides, before glass mirrors became widespread, metal mirrors were naturally the norm.
I picked it up and flipped it over—sure enough, one side was smoothly polished, allowing me to see my face reasonably well.
‘So this is what Baek Yeoheun looks like.’
Her face was unexpectedly quite pretty.
In fact, her eyes were gentle and her features well-proportioned, making her seem somewhat unsuited for a minor villainess role.
‘A minor villainess, huh.’
The more I chewed on it, the more unreal it felt.
Although I’d decided to consider this a case of transmigration, it was still hard to accept.
Would it have felt more real if I hadn’t known Baek Yeoheun was a character from a book?
‘…No. I’d have been even more confused without understanding the situation.’
I swallowed a sigh and ran my fingertips across the mirror’s surface. The cool sensation felt far too vivid to dismiss as just a dream.
I slowly tried to recall the rest of the novel’s contents in my mind.
‘The Dao name I’m supposed to receive soon is probably Haheun.’
Since I’d become the grandmaster’s disciple, I’d directly become a second-generation disciple, whose Dao names all begin with “Ha.” Additionally, the character “Heun” would be taken straight from my given name Yeoheun to form my Dao name.
‘…Perhaps the very fact that it starts with “Ha” is the root of the problem.’
Currently, Mount Hua hadn’t yet accepted any third-generation disciples.
A few years had passed since the previous sect leader handed over leadership to the current one, bringing internal stability to the sect. The youngest among the second-generation disciples had just entered their early twenties.
Thus, they planned to accept third-generation disciples in another two or three years—yet amid this, the First Sword of Mount Hua, who’d never taken a disciple until now, suddenly brought back a young girl barely over ten and made her his disciple.
‘She wasn’t particularly gifted in martial talent, nor exceptionally skilled, and even seemed burdened by some complicated backstory.’
Though Mount Hua was a Daoist sect, it was still a place inhabited by people. Naturally, many would disapprove of the First Sword of Mount Hua’s first disciple being an unremarkable young girl.
Haheun knew this all too well.
“Isn’t she somewhat lacking to be called the Plum Blossom Sword King’s disciple?”
“She’s a bit disappointing to present before other sects or clans…”
Because even the faintest whispers from behind carried with unnatural clarity to her ears.
At first, she deliberately pretended not to hear, but as time passed, she inevitably realized their words held truth—she’d never gain the strength needed to live up to the title of the First Sword of Mount Hua’s disciple.
‘And so…’
Haheun grew increasingly irritable and gradually drifted away from Mount Hua. Her inferiority complex made her lash out even at those who showed her kindness, which was only natural.
Simultaneously, her obsession with her master, Yuwon, deepened.
“Don’t be anxious. From the moment I brought you here, you’ve always been my disciple, and I will always be responsible for you.”
He was the only one who ever spoke such words to Haheun.
Moreover, since he hadn’t taken any other disciples besides her, she likely felt some reassurance in that.
But one day…
Yuwon, summoned briefly outside Mount Hua by the sect leader’s order, returned accompanied by a boy—just as he had on the day he’d brought Haheun.
‘…Probably the protagonist.’
Unlike Haheun, this boy possessed innate martial talent and exceptional ability. His pleasant personality also helped him quickly blend in with the sect members.
He was clearly the protagonist in anyone’s eyes.
‘And he, too, would become Yuwon’s disciple.’
Though inevitable, Haheun couldn’t possibly like the one who stole the comforting title of “Yuwon’s only disciple” from her.
Especially since this junior disciple shone so brightly compared to Haheun.
“I see you’re my senior martial sister. I look forward to your guidance from now on.”
To Haheun, that greeting felt like a declaration of war laced with poison.
‘Perhaps from that moment on…’
Though she’d already been slowly twisting inward, her thoughts now decisively turned down a dark path.
“Hah…”
I let out a light sigh.
Haheun grew increasingly obsessed with her master beyond proper disciple devotion. Her actions frequently crossed boundaries that couldn’t simply be dismissed as respectful admiration.
It was common for her to torment the junior disciple from behind; if caught, she’d burst into tears, lash out, or even throw objects—leaving those trying to intervene utterly flustered. Only her master Yuwon could ever resolve such situations.
And this unnaturally warped personality and obsession would eventually collide with a chance occurrence, triggering an irreversible tragedy.
The coincidence itself was trivial.
“Alone, you’ll figure out what must be done.”
One day, 18-year-old Haheun learned—from a stranger—about a sorcery capable of controlling a person’s mind at will. Moreover, through some inexplicable circumstance, she even obtained the method to use it.
Whether I simply couldn’t recall the circumstance described in the book, or whether it wasn’t described at all, remains unclear.
‘If it’s the latter, where’s the plausibility?’
…Anyway, she decided to use this sorcery to make her master expel the junior disciple and reclaim her position as his sole disciple.
Had she been thinking rationally, she’d have known such crude sorcery wouldn’t easily affect the First Sword of Mount Hua—but by this point, Haheun was frankly no longer in her right mind.
Obsession was truly that terrifying.
‘She ended up using it, of course.’
And failed.
Yuwon, the First Sword of Mount Hua, wasn’t fooled by his barely adult disciple’s clumsy sorcery. However, the problem was that this sorcery—though supposedly stumbled upon by a righteous sect’s disciple—was disturbingly malicious and immensely powerful.
Though he managed to block it, the effort drained him greatly. Worse, the shock of realizing his lifelong “first disciple,” whom he’d personally brought in and raised, had used such sorcery against him caused his qi to violently reverse and his heart to falter…
‘Qi deviation…’
The moment I recalled this far, a sudden headache struck.
Was it from thinking too hard?
I set down the mirror, pressed my temples briefly, then returned to lie back on the bed.
…In any case, Haheun froze completely upon realizing her own actions had plunged her master into a life-threatening qi deviation crisis. Since she was the cause, she couldn’t possibly help him.
She’d already lost his trust.
Staring blankly at her fallen master on the floor, she sensed the junior disciple approaching from afar, having noticed something amiss.
And the moment the junior disciple arrived right before her eyes…
She took her own life before the junior disciple’s eyes.
She was, in every sense, the very villainess crafted solely to inflict pain and trials upon the protagonist.
‘…I can’t recall anything beyond this.’
I probably grew tired of this third-rate drama-like plot and stopped reading right here, which might explain why I can’t even remember the book’s title.
‘Still, it’s fortunate I remember this much.’
At least I understand enough to grasp the bizarrely realistic unreality of my current situation.
As I’d thought earlier, not knowing would’ve left me unable to make sense of anything.
At that point, having overthought for too long, I clutched my persistently aching head and lay down. Despite doing nothing strenuous, I suddenly felt exhausted.
“…Let me rest first.”
I’ll think more after resting.
Burying my throbbing head into the pillow, I squeezed my eyes shut.
[This is the timeline separator]Several days had passed since the day I woke up.
I’d realized I was inside a martial world novel whose title I couldn’t recall, and by now fully accepted that this situation was reality, not a dream.
‘If a dream feels this natural, that’s even scarier.’
I must admit it.
Myself from Earth is probably dead.
I’ve replayed the accident I remember multiple times. Though I’m no doctor, I’m certain of one thing—if someone survived that accident, they wouldn’t be human.
Yet somehow, after dying, I opened my eyes to find myself transmigrated into the body of a minor villainess from a third-rate, over-the-top martial world novel I’d once read.
‘This is reality.’
Right after accepting this, I quickly stopped pretending to have amnesia. Though I hadn’t truly been faking it, it was a necessary decision to act more comfortably.
‘I don’t know anything beyond what was in the book, but in a situation like this, they’ll likely accept the gaps as reasonable.’
When I declared I’d regained my memories, Master spent the next several days watching me closely, checking whether I was silently overwhelmed by shock or drowning in sorrow.
Truthfully… I’d initially tried to appear calm, fearing that interference or misguided comfort from someone who couldn’t understand my situation would only worsen my mood.
But I soon realized that wasn’t easy at all.
Like the original owner of this body I’d unintentionally taken over, I, too, had lost my family.
‘Yes, I lost them.’
And it was because of my own death.
It wasn’t something I should dwell on while still breathing.
Yet the fact remained—I’d never see my parents or older sister again.
Thinking about it now, that loss felt even more unreal than my current transmigration.
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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I feel complicated about her future fellow disciple. She could have had it easy but he is going to make it more difficult for her. I am sure of it
This part was interesting, especially the way everything was explained and master and haheun part is so cute. I wonder what will happen next.
This part was interesting, especially the way everything was explained and master and haheun part is so cute. I wonder what will happen next.