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Day 0-1

  [In four (4) days, you will die]

  The glowing words floating around two inches above my head mocked me as I stared at my reflection in the mirror.

  “…is this some kind of joke?”

  I had died. That I remember, along with the sound of the horn bring in my ears and the pain of my skull being crushed under the truck’s wheels.

  Then, I woke up on a fluffy and warm bed too luxurious to be my own, and was greeted by a retinue of maids bearing water basins and garments. Honestly, I was too shocked to say anything in that moment; the maids also acted like they did not enjoy being around me for any second longer than necessary, so the entire affair of washing my face and dressing up was a silent and swift one.

  “You do not have anything on your schedule for today, my dy,” one of them—the head maid, from the looks of her uniform—said curtly before closing the door with a firm click. “Please call for me if you require anything else.”

  And that brings me to the present time. Yes, right now, yours truly is gawking at the mirror on the dresser, still unsure if this is all a dream or an eborate prank.

  “I’m alive…right?”

  I pinched my cheek just in case. The sharp pain made me wince, which confirmed my doubts.

  “Alright, step two: who am I?”

  Silver hair the colour of moonlight and eyes sparkling like amethysts. Pale, smooth skin which would make even W*nyoung jealous. A face that looked pretty much like every single female protagonist on the cover of the next viliness reincarnation webcomic.

  “No idea…never mind, let’s move on to step 3: why is there a strange timer above my head?!”

  I waved my hand over the space where the words hovered, but it just felt like regur air. And since the maids did not react to it, I could assume that it was invisible to everyone except for me.

  “It looks exactly like the kind of in-game message that would appear to tell the pyer they massively f*cked up or something,” I muttered under my breath. “Isn’t this a little too cruel, God? I just died from truck-kun, you know? How can I already receive a death sentence when I haven’t done anything?!”

  Unsurprisingly, my protests were met with silence.

  “Yeah, fine, whatever,” I conceded. “I’m grateful that you have granted me my dying wish of being reincarnated as a viliness. Very grateful indeed. Now, can you please give me a hint or something so that I can know what to do next?”

  Unsurprisingly, my question was met with a…notification bell? In fact, it was the same notification sound as my phone, so I instinctively reached into my non-existent pocket to check my non-existent phone.

  [You are Lady Yvette, the self-professed Viliness and fiancée of Prince Lorenzo, the future King of Celestira]

  [In four (4) days, you will die]

  [If you successfully change this fate, you will be rewarded]

  “Okay, here’s the problem. Usually, when you reincarnate people into a game or story, they acquire the memories of the character who they possess. Either that, or they act exactly like said character until they remember the memories of their past life.”

  I tapped my forehead for emphasis.

  “But right now, I have zero clues whatsoever to go off on—and you want me to convince a crazy prince to change his mind about executing his fiancée in four days?!”

  [The aforementioned information has already been provided to the previous reincarnation]

  “Sorry, what?” I blinked, squinting at the reflection in the mirror. “Previous reincarnation?”

  [Due to an administrative error, the system no longer has a copy of the information you requested. Please approach the previous reincarnation for assistance]

  “No, that does not answer my question. What do you mean by ‘previous reincarnation’??”

  [A soul from ‘Earth’ has already possessed Lady Yvette’s body before you. Unfortunately, she failed to change Lady Yvette’s fate ninety-nine (99) times. To prevent her soul from breaking further, we have approved for her to possess another character in the 100th round. Your soul has been transferred to Lady Yvette’s body as a repcement]

  “H-hang on, what are you talking about?” I panicked. “You mean I’m here because the person who is originally supposed to be the viliness is too sh*t? Hey, I didn’t die just to fix someone else’s mess?!”

  [According to our assessments, you are the most suitable soul to be reincarnated as Lady Yvette due to your immense expertise in the relevant field. We have high expectations of you]

  “If you think you can persuade me by stroking my ego,” I said, biting back a grin, “you are absolutely f*cking correct. HELL YEAH, BRING IT ON!!”

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