I transmigrated into a romance fantasy novel, but instead of becoming a glamorous princess or a wealthy duchess, I ended up as the ultimate "dirt-spoon" extra—impoverished, overworked, and destined to die as collateral damage in the main characters' dramatic love story.

But fate has a twisted sense of humor. Every time I die from starvation, overwork, or a stray magical blast, I wake up right back at the beginning of my miserable, penniless life. Having regressed multiple times, I’ve officially had enough of starving in the slums. Armed with the memories of my past lives, an intimate knowledge of the novel's future events, and a desperate drive to survive, I am going to abuse the timeline, hoard every bit of wealth I can find, and escape my dirt-spoon destiny—even if I have to accidentally derail the entire empire's plot to do it.