Chapter 1: Prologue

I sold my soul for money.

There was no regret.

It was the only way for a poor orphan with a decent mind to succeed.

When I had amassed tens of billions before turning thirty, it felt like I had the entire world in my grasp…

Now, after losing it all, I’m just a shut-in who spends all day online. The fact that I’m finding it not so bad is even more of a problem.

-Click, click.

Today, I was wasting time exploring the internet and found an interesting CYOA.

CYOA… if you’ve ever heard of the “pill” meme in online communities, you’ll understand. Imagine choosing two superpowers from a variety of pills.

Teleportation? Or invisibility?

From short balance games like that to designing a light version of life after being reborn. It’s basically a lighthearted fantasy to enjoy.

‘This one has quite a bit of content, it’ll take some time.’

-Click.

Gender is obviously female… the setting is reality, the nationality is South Korean…

Era? They even have that. I’ll set it to the 80s for now and look for something else important.

‘Where is immortality?’

It wasn’t exactly nutritious fantasy, but frankly, it was fun.

I’d been running like crazy, so I didn’t have any proper hobbies. Games, comics, even fantasy novels which I would have dismissed as cheap pulp fiction before, were all enjoyable.

It almost seemed okay to live like this for the rest of my life.

But…

[Are you sure you want to reincarnate?]

Yes / No

-Click.

“Cough.”

At the moment of death, nothing mattered.

‘What? Blood, blood is…’

Wait, is this real?

Damn it. If I had known this was going to happen…

I suddenly regretted selling my soul for money, as I coughed up blood for an unknown reason. It was a belated regret.

It wasn’t that selling my soul for money was wrong.

It’s just that.

I sold it too early. Or maybe too late.

I should’ve sold at the peak.

That was my last thought.

Or so I thought.

***
I blinked my eyes in a baby’s body, looking blankly around.

“…..?”

What is this?

I’m not dead?