Chapter 1
Chapter 1
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: Prologue
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I sold my soul for money.
There were no regrets.
For a poor orphan with a sharp mind, there was no other way to succeed.
When I had amassed hundreds of billions before turning thirty, it really felt like I owned the world...
Now, I'd lost it all and spent my days holed up in my room, surfing the internet. The problem was, it didn't feel half bad.
Click-clack.
Today, too, I was killing time with an entertaining CYOA I'd stumbled upon while browsing.
CYOA—if you've ever heard the "pill bait" threads on internet forums, you'll get it. Out of various superpowered pills, which two would you pick?
Teleportation? Or invisibility?
From quick balance games like that to lighthearted life-planning under the assumption of reincarnation. It's just a fun bit of casual daydreaming.
'This one's pretty lengthy. Gonna take a while.'
Click.
Gender: female, naturally... Background: real world, nationality: South Korea...
Era? Oh, they have that too. Set it to the 1980s for now, and I found something more important.
Immortality/Longevity: You won't age, you'll live a long life. Immune to all diseases, and you won't die of natural causes. Appearance: maxed out, of course... and a bit of super intelligence.
'Hmm, can't die young. The 80s means women's and children's rights are both low, so at least the environment needs to be good...'
Click.
Chaebol Third Generation: Born into a chaebol family. Greatly increases chances of meeting geniuses, wealthy people, and well-educated elites. With the remaining points, I invested in persuasion skills or charm-related traits. That way, most people wouldn't ignore me and would actually listen.
It was pointless daydreaming, but honestly, it was fun.
I'd run myself ragged chasing success without any real hobbies. Games, comics, even the fantasy novels I'd have dismissed as cheap pulp fiction before—they were all enjoyable now.
To the point where I thought living like this forever wouldn't be so bad.
But...
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Would you like to reincarnate for real?] Yes / No Click.
"Gurk."
Dying made everything meaningless.
'What...? Blood, blood...'
Wait, is this for real?
Damn it. If I'd known...
As I vomited blood for no reason, I suddenly regretted selling my soul in the past. It was too late.
Not that selling my soul for money was wrong.
Just...
I sold it too early. Or too late.
...I should have sold at the peak.
That was my last thought.
Or so I thought.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ I blinked vacantly with a baby's body, utterly bewildered.
"...?"
What the...?
I didn't die?