You're S-Class
"Damn, that's badass."
I was sprawled on my bed with a web novel open, and I couldn't help whistling in admiration. Hunter fiction was my favorite genre, and I found myself parroting the protagonist's line.
"Arise... khhh..."
I was still riding the afterglow of a progression fantasy starring an overpowered necromancer when I muttered under my breath.
"Man... come on. Just transmigrate me already."
I finished indulging in the idle daydream that I, too, might one day wield the protagonist's powers and skills, then pushed myself up from the bed.
"Huh?"
The instant I stood, the world tilted. Dizziness washed over me, and my eyelids grew heavy. It was a phenomenon I'd seen a hundred times in novels, and the thought struck me at once.
Is this happening to me too?
Transmigration. A future where I could hoard every hidden opportunity the novel had to offer and grow impossibly strong—and the wealth and fame that would come rushing after.
I closed my eyes, screaming with joy on the inside.
When I opened them again—
"P-pardon...?!"