Oh No, I Possessed a Male Character! (13 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 1
In an unfamiliar room, I stood before the mirror, utterly bewildered.
“What… what is all this?”
Before I could even marvel at the dazzling beauty and slender figure, an overwhelming terror seized me first.
The “me” reflected in the mirror was not me at all. How on earth could I wake up in a strange room after merely drinking myself to sleep—and with my appearance completely transformed?!
“Ha….”
I sank to the floor. What on earth had I done last night?
I had to stay calm and retrace everything step by step.
It all began with a single text message.
“Rumi is in the emergency room.”
I rubbed my eyes and checked my phone again, doubting what I’d read. It was no mistake—indeed, Rumi’s parents had sent it.
I hurriedly took a half-day leave. As Rumi’s only remaining real-life friend, I had to rush to the hospital immediately.
When I arrived, Rumi’s parents clung to me, sobbing uncontrollably.
“Jin Yi!”
I stood before them, utterly speechless.
Rumi had suffered from severe depression. That was why they’d started working as a freelancer instead of pursuing regular employment.
If only they’d earned decent money, things might have been better—but sadly, a rookie freelancer’s income was nearly zero, and Rumi was no exception. Their depression only worsened.
A handful of us, Rumi’s few friends, tried our best to spend time with them. Yet, like most busy young adults, we were swept up in our own lives and failed to give Rumi the attentive care they needed. Our group chat had been their only lifeline to the outside world—and soon even that fell silent.
Rumi grew deeply resentful and severed every relationship that had left them feeling abandoned. Thankfully, I’d occasionally exchanged messages with Rumi’s parents, so I narrowly avoided being blocked.
Thus, I became the only friend who still met Rumi face-to-face in real life.
“No matter how hard we try, they just won’t wake up.”
Rumi’s parents recounted the events, their faces haggard and worn.
Worried after Rumi hadn’t left their room for a full day, their mother knocked on the door—only to find them unconscious. No amount of shaking roused them, so their parents finally called an ambulance and rushed to the emergency room.
Rumi hadn’t ingested any known poison. After thorough testing, the hospital concluded they’d simply slipped into a deep sleep.
Rumi’s mother spoke with a somber expression.
“They won’t discharge them until they wake up.”
Beside her, Rumi’s father let out a heavy sigh.
“If only our Rumi were just like you, Jin Yi.”
“Oh, stop saying things like that!”
“Alright, alright—I just needed to vent.”
“Ugh….”
Their grown daughter’s troubles weighed heavily on their hearts.
I told them to contact me as soon as Rumi woke up, then trudged out of the hospital, utterly drained.
A deep sense of guilt settled over me.
I’d believed I’d done my best to ease my friend Rumi’s loneliness and despair. But now, upon reflection, a sharp question pierced through me:
Had I truly done everything I could?
“….”
Trying to shake off my gloom, I stopped by a convenience store, bought a bunch of beer, and headed home. I’d recently moved into a studio apartment near my workplace to live independently.
Fssshh.
The sound of carbonation bursting was refreshingly crisp—unlike my mood. I gulped down the canned beer in huge swallows, not even pausing for breath, until I’d nearly finished the whole can before finally pulling it from my lips.
“Haah….”
I knew I shouldn’t drink so quickly, but somewhere along the way, it had become a habit.
“…”
My heart sank again, heavy as stone.
A tangle of helplessness—my failure to save a friend from despair—and guilt—my inability to give them a reason to keep living—swirled dizzyingly inside me.
I picked up my phone and mindlessly tapped the screen. First, I opened my private chat with Rumi. Scrolling up and down, I found a conversation where we’d exchanged thoughts about a certain web novel.
“The Tale of a Count’s Daughter’s Great Reversal.”
It was a cliché-ridden romance fantasy novel—utterly ordinary and unremarkable.
Truth be told, it was these countless web novels that had slightly eased Rumi’s chronic depression. I’d read them too, my own effort to keep some connection alive with a friend who found no joy in life.
Honestly, I’d always been grounded in reality and never cared much for fantasy novels—but somehow, as I read along, I found them oddly enjoyable. Piece by piece, I finished one after another, until I could recite web novel tropes in my sleep.
“Well, thanks to Rumi, I’ve gained a new hobby at least.”
I spoke aloud on purpose, trying to shake off the gloom. After all, I lived alone—no one would hear me anyway.
I enjoyed most stories, but being the realist I was, I treated novels as just that—novels—and enjoyed them in moderation. Once finished, I’d cleanly say goodbye without lingering regrets and move on to the next.
But Rumi was different. They immersed themselves in every story as if they were one of the characters. Sometimes, if the ending disappointed them, they’d flood the comment section with near-hateful rants.
They often said, “I wish I could transmigrate into a novel.” And I’d always reply, “Thank goodness it’s impossible—that’s a blessing.”
[That’s why novels are fun—they’re fiction, Durumi.]Think about it—how horrifying would it be to actually wake up as a character in a novel? Most romance-fantasy settings are backward societies with no human rights, no equality, and hygiene standards that haven’t even been invented yet.
While chugging beer and scrolling through my phone, I checked a personal email account I rarely used. And then—
“Huh…?”
Without realizing it, I straightened my posture. My heart began pounding.
There was a familiar sender address—it was Rumi.
Rumi, in their typical overly helpful manner, had even emailed what looked like a personally tested incantation or spell.
“Ha, Durumi…!”
I pressed my palm to my forehead. I was too dumbfounded to even laugh.
“Durumi… did you really want to enter a novel that badly?”
The hastily downed beer hit me hard, and a surge of frustrated anger toward Rumi boiled over.
“You idiot! If this actually worked, everyone and their dog would be transmigrating!”
Could this really be why they wouldn’t wake up? All because of some childish, absurd ritual that made their poor parents cry their eyes out?
Fueled by alcohol and stubbornness, I grabbed a convenience store receipt and sloppily copied the talisman symbol from the email. I crumpled it into a mug, found a lighter, and set it aflame.
I poured beer over the blackened ashes, stirred it carelessly with my finger, hesitated slightly at the grotesque sight—but thanks to the alcohol and my anger, I pushed past that hurdle.
I gulped down the murky, ash-filled beer.
“Haah….”
I must be completely insane. Only a fool would do something this ridiculous.
Anyway, grumbling to myself, I climbed into bed, lay on my side, and pulled the blanket over my head. Dizziness washed over me as the alcohol took full effect.
“Durumi, you dumbass. You idiot, you moron…”
After cursing them out thoroughly, I passed out cold.
[This is the timeline separator]“…and that’s how this mess happened.”
Unbelievable as it was, this was undeniably reality.
I looked into the mirror once more. A complete stranger stared back—golden blond hair, teal eyes. Who the hell are you?
Instinctively, I pinched and pulled at my cheeks. The figure in the mirror mimicked me—and it actually hurt.
“Ugh….”
I dropped my hands, trembling in confusion, and glanced around. A strange room. A strange body.
What on earth had happened overnight? Aside from drinking that ash-laced beer before bed, nothing unusual had occurred!
Desperately searching for clues, I noticed a neatly arranged desk. On it sat a golden badge-like object.
“Mu… zel?”
Before I could even wonder why I could read this foreign script, the name “Muzel” struck me as odd. Beneath it was an astonishing inscription: “Aide to the Crown Prince”?
Muzel. Crown Prince. Aide.
“Holy crap…!”
A bolt of realization struck me, and a curse slipped out.
Could it be… had I actually transmigrated into that web novel? Into “The Tale of a Count’s Daughter’s Great Reversal”—the very story Rumi and I had read?!
But beyond the sheer absurdity of actually transmigrating, something else filled me with utter disbelief.
“Wasn’t Muzel originally a male character?”
My hands frantically moved to my chest and between my legs. Without a doubt—this body was female.
“Shit….”
I wanted to collapse and wail.
Was it because I’d performed the transmigration ritual while drunk and sloppy? Because I’d done it half-heartedly, in a fit of anger? Or—wait—was that spell actually real? Did it really work that haphazardly?
And of all characters to transmigrate into—why Muzel, a supporting male lead?!
Now I was stuck as a supporting male character—with a female soul and a female body!
When male lead is the homewrecker
“I know she doesn’t love him.”
I’ve read the novel below twice already. Girls, I’m highly recommending it to you!
The female lead? Not a good person.
The second male lead? Not a good person.
The male lead? Willingly plays the third party, breaking up the female and second male lead’s relationship despite all the warnings from his friends—so yeah, he’s definitely not a good person either.
Basically, nobody in this novel is simple-minded or without scheming.
The female lead starts off as the male lead’s secretary, but don’t worry—later on, she takes over the company while the male lead steps back to support her. He won’t steal her spotlight, overshadow her, or dull her shine.
I love novels where men are out here snatching wigs, tearing each other down, and going to war just to win the female lead’s affection. And this is exactly that kind of novel. Most of Hai Dai Ran’s works have this dynamic. You’ll see the male characters’ emotions being pushed to the absolute extreme.
There’s even a scene where the second male lead exposes the male lead online for being a homewrecker. The brotherhood immediately gangs up on him, dragging him through the mud. I find it compelling —it completely flips reality on its head, where usually, women are the ones fighting over a man and getting torn apart by the sisterhood.
For me, female leads in the novels I read should only struggle in their careers, not in love. But if the brainless romantics in the story are all men? I have zero complaints.
I’ve pretty much read all of Hai Dai Ran’s novels and even translated all of them—her works are just my thing. I’ll slowly upload everything here. One day, when my website is official, I hope I can invite her to join as one of the star authors.
Here’s the story synopsis:
One-line summary: She is his lifelong obsession, to the point where he was willing to be a third wheel, scorned by society, just to wedge his way into her relationship with her fiancé.
Cold-hearted and indifferent female lead + Scheming and subservient CEO male lead
Intro 1:
“I know she doesn’t love him.”
With blood trickling from his clenched fist, Rong Xiu gazed at the woman before him, his eyes clouded with anguish. Hidden in the wardrobe, he had witnessed Fan Xia – the woman he desperately loved – in an intimate embrace with her fiancé. Yet his heart still yearned for her, defying all reason.
Fan Xia, the elegant and composed assistant, carried something mysterious in her eyes whenever she looked at her fiancé, Wen Lan Sheng. Strange occurrences began to surface – secret meetings with the young Gu Jin Yi, an unexplained withdrawal of 5,000 yuan… Then suddenly, her fiancé’s sister, Wen Jing, violently attacked her.
In this matriarchal society, Rong Xiu had risen to become the chairman of a powerful healthcare conglomerate, breaking through gender prejudices. But for the first time, he willingly stepped into the shadows as the other man, disregarding his friends’ warnings to become her secret lover.
Because he had discovered the truth – Fan Xia wasn’t the pure angel everyone believed her to be. And perhaps, he was the only one capable of helping her execute her mysterious plan…
Intro 2:
Rong Xiu’s biggest regret in life was missing out on Fan Xia.
He secretly loved Fan Xia for 7 years.
Watched her go public with her boyfriend.
Watched her kiss her boyfriend at their wedding.
Until that man blissfully nestled in Fan Xia’s arms, obtaining everything he could only dream of.
The crazy jealousy stripped away his hidden secret love, layer by layer, burning like wildfire.
Fan Xia, how can I have you!
【Reading and Trigger Warning Guide】
1. Female dominant, male submissive, male pregnancy
2. Male lead schemes his way to the top, male competition
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Waiting for rumi to either mature up for once or to just get out of the picture 🫠
Waiting for rumi to either mature up for once or to just get out of the picture 🫠
“If he had never learned that Muzel was a woman, he might have mistaken it for deep friendship”
I had this thought, and this semi confirmed it for me: Klaus seems to like Muzel no matter the gender. He maybe bi, but it maybe only for Muzel. Like Shang from Disney’s Mulan