Chapter 2 (1/2)

Chapter 2

As soon as I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the ceiling with a strangely antique decoration.

‘What?’

‘I was lying on a folding mattress in my semi-underground room just a little while ago.’

I got up from the bed I was in now and looked around hurriedly.

The stylish four-person bed was so wide that even when I spread my arms, I couldn’t reach the edges.

This bed also had a canopy.

Instead of the high-neck sweater and sweatpants I wore as a substitute for pajamas when I first went to sleep, I was wearing actual pajamas with elegant lace decorations on my chest.

‘What is all of this…’

As I was getting out of bed, I got startled when I touched the floor with the soles of my feet.

There was surprisingly a soft rug on the floor.

I scrutinized my surroundings and saw a well-lit room with neat wallpaper, furniture, and two spacious windows.

There was also a small flower pot with fresh red flowers on the window sill.

“Wait, this is a scene I recognize,”

I mumbled unintentionally, then got startled by my voice.

‘That was coming from my throat?’

I didn’t know this language before, but I could speak and understand it naturally.

‘No way, right…?’

However, my head had already come to a conclusion.

I took a long breath and exhaled.

Of course, it wasn’t that I never dreamed of having a new life from possessing a story protagonist who had everything.

When I had those dreams, I was an orphan, and I was frustrated by my harsh life of going back and forth between part-time jobs.

Now I was suddenly here… But, the most important question was, ‘Who did I become?’

When I turned around, I saw a mirror on the wall.

I truly understood why so many possessors looked for mirrors in the first place.

The first law of possession.

It was when someone became a character in the novel they read about right before the moment of possession, or a character that they liked the most.

“At least, please don’t be Olivia…”

Just because someone liked a person didn’t mean they wanted to be that person.

The two are completely separate things.

Who would want to be a fake female lead who ended up with a bad ending?

But I had never been so lucky in my life.

My ominous premonitions were always right, so much so that fortune-tellers might’ve gone out of business.

I prayed earnestly for the first time to God, who I never believed in before. But, of course, God wouldn’t forgive the arrogant human who was once an atheist.

“…”

The mirror reflected gorgeous blonde hair that cascaded down to the waist, green eyes reminiscent of emeralds, clear skin as if sprinkled with pearl powder, and long, slender limbs.

There was a beautiful woman reflected in the mirror, but I knew better and held my hair in frustration.

Out of all the characters, I became the younger sister who swapped bodies with her villainess older sister and died?

If I had possessed Carinne, I would have had a happy ending.

It seemed that there was no luck for me in this life either. I grabbed my hair for a while, then lifted my head and met my eyes in the mirror.

“Calm down. I can’t die like that.”

I had to survive somehow.

I slowly pondered where, and how, to begin with my survival plan.

“First of all, I need to find out how the plot had progressed…”

Just as I was recalling the original story, I heard a rattle and a light ringing of a bell outside the door of the room.

“Lady Olivia, this is Mary.”

‘Hm?’

I narrowed my eyes.

Usually, the maids appearing around this time were loud enough to make their eardrums ring, and the door was bound to burst open.

But of course, they didn’t hesitate to do so.

Rudeness, contempt, and clever harassment from the maids were basic examples of a pitiful female protagonist in a sweet potato novel.

But, somehow…

“If my lady has woken up, can I come in?”

Her tone and choice of words were unexpectedly polite.

I blinked my eyes in confusion and met my eyes in the mirror again.

At that moment, a buzzing sound echoed in my head.

Olivia’s memories were being recalled little by little as if a light switch had been turned on.

The feeling of having someone else’s memories in my head was something that I couldn’t explain in words.

I thought while accepting her memories,

‘What?’

Suddenly, the transfer was cut off.

The reason was unknown.

It was certain, however, that only a fraction of Olivia’s memories had been recovered.

However, most of what I had recalled was more like information about this world rather than Olivia’s personal memories.