What is this? Why so polite? Like trying to soothe someone who’s angry.

It was extremely suspicious how the status window seemed to have emotions, despite being just a status window…

But.

“So I really am dead?”

What about my house?

What about the debt I’ve paid off until now?

What about my time that went into nothing but labor, without even mingling with anyone? Are you just going to throw it all away like this?

With those thoughts, Haniel suddenly felt heat rising to her head and became unbearably angry.

That’s when it happened. The text in the status window changed rapidly as if hurriedly answering. It gave the impression that if it were a person, it would be sweating.

“Another… choice?”

It was a choice.

Now it really was like a game. And a romance simulation game at that!

Haniel’s lips moved slightly.

My house. My money.

The thought kept circling in her mind: if she goes to another world like this after spending her whole life gathering dust like an ant to build a mountain… what happens to her house?

But…

If she doesn’t choose this, she just dies.

Then both that unique territory or whatever might be given as an additional reward, and her life itself would be gone.

‘There’s a chance this status window is deceiving me, but it’s not like I have any other options.’

She also had a strong feeling that death awaited if she stepped away from this.

So…

“I can’t just die and wander the afterlife.”

Whatever the case, continuing to live was Lee Haneul, Haniel’s specialty.

Her hand firmly pressed the option.

Then,

Ding!

The status window, as if rejoicing, bounced out with a “twoong” sound and began spitting out all kinds of options.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

“Ahhh! C-calm down!”

“No, wait! Stop for a moment, status window!”

Stop.

The status window suddenly stopped, as if understanding Haniel’s words.

“Well…? Good job!”

This wasn’t exactly what she meant by calming down…

Why did the “…” text on the status window seem to convey a dejected mood?

But anyway…

“What do you mean by desired ability? I can choose from these?”

Suddenly, she became interested.

Climate, gravity, wealth, physical enhancement… She seemed to have seen these in superhero movies where people have powers like spikes coming out of their hands.

It was as unreal and dreamlike as the status window appearing before her eyes after death.

To be able to live the next life with such abilities. Maybe, she thought, the next life might not be as harsh and difficult.

“…”

Haniel rolled her eyes slightly.

Actually, there had been text catching her attention for a while.

“Hmm. Hey, status window. What’s that in the middle?”

She pretended to be serious as she poked at one side with her finger.

There was something showing off its presence among the options, as if telling Haniel to look at it.

And what was it…

An ability called “Become a constitution that is loved.”

Haniel had not yet forgotten the desire that led her to play that d*mn virtual reality game.

‘I want to be loved.’

A very human desire that arose once she finally had her own complete residence.

That was precisely it—she wanted to be loved and to love in return, be it by animals or humans or anyone.

She wanted to exchange relationships.

So, perhaps in her next life, she could indulge in that much desire? Since the status window said it would give her territory, she would have less worry about securing her own home.

Or it would be nice to at least take a peek at what detailed ability was hidden behind those ellipses.

“Hmm, hmm. Hey. Status window? Can I see that category? No, can I take a look at it?”

Ding!

“Huh?”

As soon as Haniel mentioned the category, the status window began spitting out options in a row.

It was at a speed that suggested it had been waiting and was eager to serve her properly.

Ding!

 “No, wait. I didn’t mean to select it, I just wanted to look around!”

Ding.

Ding.

Ding.

What the.

‘How can there be so many types of becoming a constitution that is loved!’

Haniel’s eyes spun wildly.

A feast of status windows that confused her consciousness.

And because the text was long, the latter parts were all abbreviated with ellipses, so she couldn’t see them properly.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Haniel’s forehead.

She had to do this right.

“No, can’t I see what’s after this? Status window…”

For some reason, she had an unlucky feeling that if she clicked to see the text abbreviated behind the ellipses, it would immediately be recognized as her selection!

But she didn’t want to be loved by something like an ant…!

Haniel’s pupils and fingers shook violently as if a magnitude 10 earthquake had occurred.

The status window continued to spit out options that looked exactly the same, suddenly not answering her question.

‘What, what should I choose? Would it have been better to just choose a clearly strong and powerful ability instead of this?’

Then, suddenly, a time calculator appeared.

“T-ten minutes?”

No, that’s not it.

Not minutes, but seconds.

A scream burst from Haniel’s throat.

“Waaaah! Wait! Wait! Time out!”

You were being so kind until just now!

“D*mn it, wait! Huh? So, that is…!”

“This one! I’ll choose this one! Huh? I said I’m choosing this! Hey! You d*mn status window!”