Blink, blink, blink.
My vision flickered slowly at my will.
I desperately ignored reality by fasting for an entire night, but the hunger only made me more aware that this was indeed real.
What could have possibly gone wrong in my life?
Was I perhaps the first rat that transmitted the plague-causing Yersinia pestis, which nearly drove humanity to extinction and killed around 200 million people in a previous life I can’t remember?
Otherwise, my life wouldn’t be this shitty.
Looking at a ceiling that seemed both unfamiliar and somewhat familiar, that was the only thought that came to mind.
Three times.
Who believes that a person can cross dimensions three times?
Me.
I raised my right hand while lying in bed.
Do you believe in reincarnation?
Yes.
I quietly raised my left hand too.
Do you believe in possession?
Yes.
Having no more arms to raise, I lifted my right leg this time.
Then do you believe it’s possible to die in modern times, reincarnate as a villainess in a novel you were reading, get hit by a carriage and die because you didn’t want to live as a villainess, then possess another body in a different world you don’t know, live doggedly to survive, almost find happiness, die in a war, and then wake up back as the villainess who got hit by a carriage?
Yes, damn it…
I raised my last remaining left leg.
I want to die.
And then, I looked like a wild boar tied to a log, about to be roasted by natives.
I want to die.
“…Ah.”
Come to think of it, I died yesterday in ‘Gosteina.’
Still, I want to die.
Oh, ‘Gosteina’ is the name of the empire in the world I possessed after dying and reincarnating.
This is a dream.
My life has been so eventful that I don’t even know where to start explaining.
The raised limbs trembled. They tingled with pain. This isn’t a dream.
No, it is a dream.
I lowered my legs and buried my face in my palms, banging my head on the pillow.
I was a 28-year-old grad student (an 8-year slave). Since entering university, I had been the class president (slave).
I was pursuing a Ph.D. to enter a research institute, living as my advisor’s slave for 400,000 won a month.
And the day before I was to be freed from slavery, the last memory I had was of nosebleeds gushing out.
I thought I died of overwork because my advisor had worked me to the bone, not letting me sleep as graduation approached.
You know what? When you die in such an absurd way, you don’t even feel wronged. There’s no regret.
Because, by the time I entered university, got fooled by my professor’s kind face, and became a grad student, I had already let go of all regrets, leaving nothing behind.
Anyway, when I died of overwork, I thought:
‘In my next life, please let me be born into a rich family, where I don’t have to write theses, have no advisor, and can live comfortably and luxuriously without lifting a finger.’
Maybe because I wished so earnestly, God granted my wish.
I was born as the only daughter of a prestigious noble family. Of course, my younger brother was born six years later.
Haha, my slave life of cramming a lifetime of work into 8 years is being compensated like this!
Even God has a conscience! After the dark times, a golden ticket in life appeared!
I was ecstatic.
Everything was top-notch. Every day was luxurious.
But who would have thought that the golden ticket had [Express: To Hell] written on it?
The lucky golden ticket was just a counterfeit with a fancy appearance.
My only joy as a grad student was reading web novels and webtoons. For a broke grad student, there was no greater luxury.
Among them, there was one novel where even the most wicked villainess became pitiful.
It was a novel titled , and it featured a villainess who was the epitome of human scum.
Since she was the only villain in the story, all the aggro was directed at her.
Her anti-fans outnumbered the novel’s fans, so the author even released a special epilogue detailing her endings.
In , the villainess met four different fates depending on the IF version.
A bad ending where she is retaliated against by those she tormented and dies in prison.
A sad ending where she gives birth to a child in pain, whom her estranged husband takes away, leading her to commit suicide.
A tragic ending where everyone she talks to or cares about dies, driving her to madness and loneliness.
A rather unspeakable ending involving dismemberment, even for an all-ages audience.
A villainess who drew all the world’s aggro? It was so absurd that I couldn’t even think of changing the future.
There was no answer.
I tried hard to change the destination of my golden ticket.
I organized the novel’s timeline as I remembered.
The first villainess flag was at 16, starting with a minor carriage accident and meeting the heroine.
Realizing I was the villainess’s seed, I lived very kindly.
I acted coy, never got angry, and always spoke politely with a smile.
Moreover, to leave the novel’s main stage before the mandatory debut at 16, I decided to become a nun at 15.
I aimed for a monastery in the roughest border area, with no chance of being the novel’s stage.
And at 15, on the day I was riding a carriage, an accident happened.
Can you believe it?
A sudden tornado from a clear sky just happened to throw my carriage off a cliff?
When I woke up cursing God in indescribable pain, I was starting my first day as an academy assistant.
Damn it, I had become a slave again after all that!
On the first day of possession, clueless, I naturally got worked to the bone at the academy. By the end of the first month, I missed my former advisor like an ex-boyfriend.
I had always called him a greedy devil with no conscience, but he was rather an angel.
The real devil was right here.
This crazy devil professor pushed me to my limits, just enough not to die.
When I was struggling, he ignored me, but when I seemed truly about to die, he gave me medicine. When I complained of pain, he scoffed, but when I seemed really sick, he gave me medicine right away.
Sometimes, when I was stressed to the point of self-loathing or on the verge of a mental breakdown, he gave me a day off.
Yes, my advisor was a genius in alchemy and a god in pharmacology.
And he was a trashy human being who had replaced a hundred assistants.
After going through a hundred assistants, he could distinguish between real and fake illnesses and squeezed me to my limits.
‘…It might have been better to stay at the academy than come back here.’
I nostalgically remembered the peaceful days at the academy, laughing and cursing my advisor inwardly.
While I was living each day diligently as a slave, war broke out.
When war broke out, the academy was the first to become a battlefield.
The academy where I worked was situated on the border between two long-time rival empires.
It was an extraterritorial area.
54% of the academy building was in the ‘Gosteina’ Empire, where my possessed body was from, and 46% was in the rival ‘Yusdaino’ Empire.
The problem was that the academy building was well-built, sturdy, self-sufficient in food, and had plenty of weapons and information.
It was perfect for a siege.
In other words, when war breaks out, it’s a sweet prize that must be seized with a preemptive strike.
As soon as war was declared, they attacked from all sides.
Of course, the academy students couldn’t match the well-trained soldiers, knights, and mages of the empires.
The ‘Gosteina’ academy was a vast repository of history, filled with all sorts of miscellaneous knowledge and dangerous information, and the underground of the castle was stocked with various weapons collected by the headmaster as a hobby, but security was lax for such a place.
It was shitty.
So ‘Gosteina’ often had intruders.
So, when encountering a bunch of bandits on the way to school or work, everyone quietly took out their scrolls and fled.
They didn’t fight. Most of the people at the academy were scholars crazy about research and couldn’t even wield a sword.
Including me.
Still, the headmaster of the academy was a genius, so the barrier surrounding the academy was strong.
There were no guards, but once inside the academy, no one dared to attack.
The headmaster used this to sell teleportation scrolls to students and teachers, raking in money.
He was a fine bastard who knew how to turn the life-threatening crises of students and teachers into his own profit.
Eventually, when a part of the barrier cracked and the imperial army invaded the academy, it happened.
“Kiel, come here quickly! Let’s escape! I have a surefire way to escape safely!”
“Is that true, Professor Lemerun?”
“It’s true! Don’t you trust me?”
“No.”
“……”
The distrust built over ten years under Professor Lemerun’s guidance was deep-rooted.
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Pera ela foi pra tres mundos diferentes? Ou ela voltou pro primeiro depois do 3°? Ou ela ficou no mesmo mundo só que em pessoas diferentes? Confuso
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