Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Translator: Penny
Chapter 1
People die when they do things they don't normally do.
Even if it's something as trivial as taking the stairs instead of the elevator you always ride.
-Stumble.
"...Ah."
I lost my balance on the unseen wet spot on the stairs and tumbled down.
My whole body throbbed from the lingering shock, but my head was especially throbbing.
Soon after, red liquid dripped onto the pure white Patient gown.
I closed my eyes once against the indescribable throbbing, only to find myself already being carried somewhere.
"Don't fall asleep, patient! Keep your eyes open!!"
All I could hear was a voice filled with urgency.
All I could see was the blinding light of a penlight flashing every second.
However, in less than 10 seconds.
-Swish.
I could feel the boundary between consciousness and unconsciousness blurring, and I finally closed my eyes.
I knew, even though I didn't want to, that I would never open them again.
As the famous poems and novels often say, it was a truly wretched life.
-Pat, pat.
-Pat, pat.
An unfamiliar sensation.
"Oh my, who does she take after, being born so pretty, our Ha-eun."
"Hmm, they say daughters usually look like their fathers..."
"What did you say?"
An unfamiliar voice.
"Of course, we can't ignore the mother's DNA either. No, now that I see it, she looks exactly like you."
"...Really?"
"Yeah, really."
An unfamiliar atmosphere.
With nothing familiar in sight, the hypothesis that this was a dying dream was neatly rejected.
There was only one conclusion that could be drawn from this ironic scene, which was both so unrealistic and so realistic: Reincarnation.
'...This is a strange feeling.'
Usually, people who do good deeds go to heaven, and people who do bad deeds go to hell.
In my case, I guess I was sent back to this world because I didn't do anything while I was alive.
Thinking about it that way, it doesn't seem so strange.
Yeah, a life spent sick and then ending is a bit much.
"Our Ha-eun, say Mommy. Mom-my!"
"What are you saying to a child who isn't even a year old yet?"
"Who knows, maybe our Ha-eun is a genius of the century?"
I felt a little sleepy, much to the regret of the woman who was staring at me with eyes full of expectation and affection.
It seemed that as my life progress approached 0, my sleep resistance was also readjusted to converge to 0.
Not long after that, I ended up entering dreamland.
However, I couldn't perceive the passage of time in the real world either.
"Happy 6th birthday, Ha-eun!"
"Happy birthday, my daughter."
When I came to my senses, I was already old enough to walk on my own, and of course, I could easily say the two words "Mommy."
Infancy and toddlerhood had been Thanos snapped without me noticing.
"You have to blow out all the birthday candles at once to make a wish, Ha-eun. So, try to blow as hard as you can!"
Soon, the candles were easily extinguished with a short breath.
I felt that the time that had disappeared in an instant, like the candles that had gone out at once, was a waste.
Of course, there wasn't much that a child who hadn't even entered elementary school could do other than eat and sleep.
Perhaps because of the memories of my previous life, where I lived a life that was as good as terminal, I wanted to spend even a little more meaningful time.
It was the morning of the day after my 6th birthday.
I picked up a small hand mirror on the vanity table in the master bedroom for a moment.
Then, I looked at myself in the mirror and tried something similar to a conversation with myself.
It was solely to seriously consider what I should do in the future.
It was just that the appearance of the young girl in the small hand mirror was not yet fully familiar.
"Hmm..."
As is often the case with people who experience unrealistic things like reincarnation, she had a pretty and beautiful appearance.
Of course, the way my mother in this life tried to die of cuteness every time she looked at me felt a bit exaggerated even to me.
It was a face that I couldn't call ugly even as a polite remark.
It was an appearance that I wouldn't be ashamed to say I wanted to be a model or actress when someone asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up.
However, it wasn't that I had already decided to become a model or actress.
I may have a flawless appearance now, but something might happen in the process of growing up.
After that, I pondered for quite a long time about the future of the life called 'Lee Ha-eun'.
'...Why is the person who came to visit me having so much fun looking at something, leaving the patient alone?'
'Ah, this is called Virtual Youtuber─'
One of the memories that had been sleeping at the bottom of my head woke up for a moment and lingered in my ear.
Come to think of it, there was such a career path.
Thanks to having read a few stories about a person who suddenly turns into a woman and becomes a streamer or Virtual Youtuber, I could easily imagine a future as a Virtual Youtuber.
When I read such stories, I never imagined that I would be the person in such an unrealistic situation... but what can I do?
However, surprisingly, the more I thought about it, the more the option of becoming a Virtual Youtuber didn't seem so bad.
Especially since the concept of Virtual Youtuber is not even known in the past.
In the case of models or actors, the competition is still fierce.
The entertainment industry is a place that can never be called a blue ocean.
However, if I wait quietly until the point where the influence of the Internet becomes greater than that of public broadcasting in order to have a job that is not even pioneered, let alone a red ocean, and then jump into the blue ocean of Virtual Youtuber before anyone else.
I can get my hands on what people commonly call 'success'.
No one but God knows how things will turn out, but that's why I should choose the path with the least risk of failure.
As I spread out the memories of Virtual Youtuber that remained in my head like a panorama.
I carefully opened my mouth while making eye contact with the girl in the hand mirror, who still felt awkward.
"Ha─oop."
I tried to make a face that was as similar as possible to the appearance of a Virtual Youtuber who was puffing up her cheeks in response to a donation she received during a broadcast.
And, in less than a second.
"Ribbit, ribbit. Are you playing with Mommy's mirror from the morning? Ribbit, ribbit."
"Ribbit, ribbit. I guess she was impressed by the Frog Prince story you read to her last time. Ribbit, ribbit."
"...!...!!"
I suddenly became a frog due to the playful voices uttered by the two shadows that had been standing behind me since when.
My cheeks, which had turned redder than tomatoes, were a bonus.
I realized the feelings of Virtual Youtubers who had unintentionally had their Real identity revealed in the body of a toddler who hadn't even debuted yet.
...It's not easy already.
📝 Translator’s Note:
You may notice that certain lines or phrases in this novel appear both in their original Korean (or Hanja) form and in English translation.
This is intentional — these phrases are classical idioms, divine titles, or poetic expressions that carry layered meanings.
To preserve their original tone and authenticity, the raw text has been kept for reference, while the English interpretation is provided right before or after it. This helps convey both the literal and cultural nuance of the original work.
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