I Became a Seductive Beauty with 4 Billion Appearance Points

I became a beautiful girl who looked holy with 4 billion appearance points.

The night was pitch-black, as if the sun itself had gone on strike.

I, a former translator, had just finished work right on the edge of a war-like deadline and smiled in satisfaction.

“It’s finally done! At last!!!”

I leapt up from my chair with a cheer.

This novel, which I had translated while pulling all-nighters like they were meals, had become a bestseller and was even adapted into a popular game.

At first glance it seemed to represent the genre of “tragic commercial art,” but in truth it had never been written with mass appeal in mind.

The protagonist of this novel was the most beautiful girl born in a fantasy world where appearance was displayed as a numerical value. Yet, just like the proverb “beauty is a curse,” she gradually fell apart until she became nothing more than a worn-out, unrecyclable rag.

“Whew… translating this really felt like my mind was being destroyed.”

I sighed and muttered to myself.

Honestly, this novel wasn’t just bleak—it was utterly despairing. Perverted, barbaric, alien, horrifying, threatening, and a nightmare incarnate.

I even shuddered in my dreams whenever I faced the terrible misfortunes the heroine had endured.

Yet the more society decayed, the more popular these tragic stories became.

Despite its unprecedented popularity and constant requests for overseas translations, no one wanted to take it on because of its nightmarish reputation.

As a result, the translation fee skyrocketed to an astronomical 100 million won per volume.

“Anyway, it’s all over now!”

Excited, I bought a can of beer and some fried chicken on the way home. I placed the food on my desk and sent an email to my editor.

[Hello, Editor. I’ve finally completed the translation of “I Possessed the Tragic Heroine of the Ultimate Doomed Game.” The time we spent working together to create something excellent was truly valuable…]

It really had been valuable.

After all, finishing ten volumes meant I would soon be holding one billion won in my hands.

[…Please send the promised payment to Kookmin Bank 987654-3212-3456.]

After sending the email, I stared blankly for a moment.

Normally I would have received a reply asking for a bankbook copy or ID copy, but there was no response at all.

At the very least, shouldn’t there have been a single word of thanks for my hard work?

“Well, maybe they’ll contact me tomorrow morning.”

I shrugged and popped open a beer can.

“Let’s just enjoy tonight!”

While sipping my beer, I gazed out the window. The city lights twinkled like stars.

A whole billion won…!! What could I do with that money? Travel? A new house? Or just save it?

Suddenly my phone vibrated. The screen showed an unknown number. Curious, I answered.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Translator.”

A woman’s unfamiliar voice came through.

“I’m the author of ‘I Possessed the Tragic Heroine of the Ultimate Doomed Game.’”

I shot up from my seat in shock.

What was this? The author calling me directly? Something that only happened in dreams had become reality!

I tried to answer as calmly as possible, though the beer bottle in my hand trembled slightly.

“Thank you for the translation. Thanks to you, I think we’ll have a truly wonderful work.”

Her voice carried genuine sincerity.

Those words warmed my heart while also strongly piquing my curiosity.

It was rare for an author to call personally just to express thanks. There had to be a special reason.

“By the way… do you have time right now? I’d like to meet you.”

As expected, I hesitated for a moment.

Meeting at this late hour was sudden… but I couldn’t let this opportunity slip away.

“Yes, I have time. Where should we meet?”

The author gave me an address. It was closer than I expected.

The moment I hung up, I looked in the mirror and began changing clothes.

I set the beer bottle down, fixed my messy hair, and pulled on the coat hanging on the rack.

I had a feeling this night might change my life.

I didn’t know why I felt that way, but my intuition told me it was true.

The address the author had given was a small café located in a quiet residential area of Seoul.

The street was wrapped in nighttime silence, and the streetlights cast a faint yellow glow.

I stood in front of the café and let out a deep breath.

‘W-what if she… confesses to me?’

When I opened the door, a bell chimed and the elegantly decorated interior under warm lighting came into view.

“Hello, Translator. Please have a seat.”

She offered me a seat. I sat across from her and nodded lightly.

“I’m sorry for calling you at such a late hour. But I wanted to discuss something important.”

I nodded and replied.

Unexpectedly, the author’s appearance was striking enough to leave a strong impression at first glance. She was a beautiful girl.

Plus, her name was… Lucia?

Maybe she had lived abroad.

Her long hair was a deep black, like the darkness of night.

Her skin was calm and pale, yet it had a healthy flush that made her look lively.

Her nose was straight and balanced her face perfectly.

Her lips had a natural pink hue and moved softly when she spoke. When she smiled, the corners of her mouth lifted slightly, conveying warmth and friendliness.

‘She’s my ideal type…! Should I just confess right now?’

While I was still hesitating, the author began her confession first.

“Actually… I have something to confess.”

Thump, thump—

“Yes, what is it?”

“The readers are in an uproar because the ending is a ‘total annihilation ending.’”

What kind of nonsense was this?

My translation fee… I would still get it properly, right?

“So, in truth, there’s something I’d like to ask of you, Translator. I was wondering if you could possess the game for me.”

I blinked at her.

“I… what do you mean…”

“If you enter the game directly and change the protagonist’s ending, that would be wonderful. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠After all, you understand this novel better than anyone.”

I gave a light laugh and shook my head.

“That would be you, the author…”

“The payment would be double the original one billion won…”

If it was double one billion, how much would that even be?

“Please… just leave it to me!”

I had no idea at the time that this meeting would completely change my life.

“But how exactly does the possession work…”

Rumble, rumble, rumble—

Before I could finish my question, the air suddenly grew heavy and a strange vibration began.

A low sound echoed in my ears, making it feel as though the ground itself was trembling.

In an instant, everything before my eyes lost its light and was sucked into darkness.

“Oh? It’s already starting.”

And so, I was possessed into the ultimate “Tragic Heroine Game.”

Rumble, rumble, rumble—

The game’s story began with a newborn baby of a couple on their honeymoon in America being caught in a hurricane.

That child would spend anywhere from one month to twenty years traveling through a dimensional tunnel.

Growing steadily… until becoming an adult…

I already disliked it from this point.

‘Damn it, what kind of starlight energy for twenty years…? Stellar Aurora? How am I supposed to live on just that!!!’

The protagonist had somehow won the “longest light tunnel traveler” lottery for a full twenty years.

This endlessly stretching “light tunnel” was called the “Aurora Tunnel.”

It connected the protagonist from their home world, “Earth,” to another dimension.

Of course, it didn’t always connect to a safe area.

In fact, most otherworld visitors were deliberately sent to uninhabitable wastelands.

Some entered lands of scorching sand and had their breath dry up.

Others were crushed under heavy atmospheres like tin cans.

However.

There was no need to worry.

In the early part of this novel, there were no hardships at all—only eating the ice cream called Aurora Sherbet for twenty years.

The taste was simply that of ordinary rainbow sherbet.

It might taste good at first.

But if you ate it every single day, even the most delicious food would eventually become tiresome.

Especially if you had to spend those twenty years trapped alone in an empty void with no one else around.

How on earth had the protagonist endured this without going insane…?!

For about a week, whenever I felt hungry, I ate this interstellar substance called Aurora Sherbet.

All I had to do was scrape it ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠with my palm and eat it.

In the starlight tunnel filled with brilliant colorful lights, whether ceiling, floor, or walls, I could endlessly scoop up “ice cream” that tasted like rainbow sherbet.

However.

There was one more serious problem.

Whenever I ate it, children matured and adults rejuvenated.

The important thing was that I had entered this [Aurora Tunnel] as one of the youngest newborns.

As a side effect, my appearance became extremely beautiful as well.

Scrape, scrape—

One bite, two bites.

With every scoop, my body gradually transformed into a mature figure that no one would believe belonged to a child.

Chomp, chomp…!!

Occasionally, those bizarre messages appeared and made me even more anxious.

But since I couldn’t starve to death, I had no choice but to keep eating.

Every time I ate this miraculous ice cream called Aurora Sherbet, I became more beautiful…!!

Amid the endlessly unfolding cosmic scenery, I sometimes passed planets whose surfaces were covered in ice particles.

Each time, I gazed at my reflection on the pristine planetary surface and muttered as if my heart were filled with pure clarity.

“I’m screwed…!! Screwed! Screwed!!!”

It had been about ten years since I began drifting into the other world.

Reflected on the mirror-like planetary surface, my appearance had already become so beautiful that even a goddess would feel jealous.

Round, snow-white shoulders.

Skin so clear that faint red capillaries showed through with a peach-like glow.

Full, rocket-shaped breasts that jutted out in a U-shape!

A wide pelvis that looked like it could easily bear children, ha… damn it.

Below that, in the sensual Y-shaped valley, a hairless, cotton-candy-smooth yet firm-looking sex bloomed with vividly colored petals.

“Huu, I’m blushing just looking at my own body. Have I lost my mind?!”

I want to forget. I want to forget…

Rather than this, I wanted to forget the memories of when I was born as a man in my previous life.

But I still couldn’t forget.

The lingering attachment I left behind in the previous world still shimmered before my eyes—4 billion!!

After all, if I could just lead this novel to a happy ending, I had been promised a translation fee of 4 billion. I couldn’t forget that!

“4 billion, 4 billion…. Hehehehehet.”

I dipped my finger into the rainbow sherbet I had been eating and wrote “4 billion” on my palm over and over again. By now, I couldn’t even remember what Earth looked like.

I couldn’t remember my own name either—my sense of existence had grown so faint…

How much time had passed since then?

I kept staring at the mysterious characters drawn like palm lines on my hand.

The word “4 billion.”

And beside it, the mysterious status window stat.

While I was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠staring at it with a worried sigh, a single clear blue dot drew closer.

Soon, a landscape filled with a clear blue sea and sky came into view.

“Ha! Damn, I finally arrived—! Nice to meet you, blue sky, you bastard……. Ugh.”

I fell onto a certain mysterious planet.

Carrying 4 billion appearance points.