Chapter 1

Baby Cash Runs to the Romance Fantasy - Chapter 1 (1/353)

☆ Chapter 1 ☆

Chapter 1. I Got Scammed into Rebirth

Ding!

At the sound of the notification, I pulled my phone out of my pocket.

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‘Ah, it’s already 6 a.m.’

The upload time for 〈I'm a Silver Spoon but I'm Running Away〉 is 6 a.m.

That means I stayed up all night working.

I rubbed my tired eyes.

‘Can I finish translating and send it before Park Daeri comes to work?’

Honestly, it was impossible. It was too much to finish even after staying up for several nights.

But...

“You throwing up all the time? You, who don’t even have a degree, should be grateful just to have a job. If you can’t do it, just say so. There are plenty of people who can replace you.”

I clenched my phone tightly.

‘I need to get back quickly.’

I was about to go to a convenience store to buy coffee because I felt like I might fall asleep. I picked up the cheapest can of coffee.

After paying and leaving the convenience store, I habitually clicked the 〈View〉 button.

Reading romance fantasy novels was a small happiness in my endlessly tiring daily life.

It was my only happiness.

No matter how much of a silver spoon, I can’t live with such older brothers and a father! I need to run away from this house quickly!

Seeing the determination of the heroine, I pounded my chest in frustration.

‘No, with a silver spoon, a handsome father, and older brothers, why leave this house!’

Your (handsome) father is such a doting dad!

What about your (handsome) older brothers!

You even got a diamond mine today!

Why run away!

I left a comment, feeling utterly exasperated.

Can I be the daughter of that house instead? I won’t run away and can live well. 😭

Everyone seemed to agree, and the number of 〈Likes〉 increased rapidly. Soon, it became the best comment.

I smiled, feeling oddly pleased.

Bam!

A blindingly intense light pierced through the dim morning air.

Flashing headlights.

And a truck the size of a house.

What, a truck in this narrow alley?

It was even charging at me at an incredible speed.

Suddenly?

Squeal!

Thud!

Yes, suddenly.

That was my last thought.

‘Or rather, the last thought of 〈the living me〉.’

I stood with my arms crossed, looking at my corpse with a heavy heart.

I didn’t even feel the pain of dying instantly. I was just dazed.

Really dead?

Like this?

What about all my hard work?

A sense of futility washed over me.

At that moment.

With a loud bang, I heard a sudden voice and looked up.

Against the now bright sky, a boy was laughing and setting off fireworks.

His hair, as soft as clouds, was white, and his eyes were golden. His face was perfectly harmonious, almost inhuman.

‘I must be dead. I’m seeing things.’

What did he mean? A chance to be reborn?

I pondered the words indifferently and then gasped.

“I was hit by the famous Rebirth Truck?!”

Rebirth Truck.

A legendary truck that, if hit, allows you to be reborn in a fantasy world.

“I thought it only existed in novels.”

“Huh?”

An angel? A messenger of God.

Indeed, the only beings who would speak to a dead person would be angels or devils.

Upon closer inspection, I noticed tiny wings fluttering on the boy’s back.

‘Angels are much more frivolous and trivial than I thought...’

The angel, who revealed that God also refers to reference materials, spread his arms dramatically.

Huh?

What reference materials?

What is this barking sound?

‘Creating a world based on romance fantasy novels!’

Is he sane?

“No, who would want to live in a world created by a crazy god who references romance fantasy novels?”

I couldn’t help but frown.

The angel with the tiny wings flapped his arms and puffed out his cheeks. He was far from being a sacred messenger of God.

“It’s not a world created by a crazy god... huh?”

I frowned, thinking to myself.

Are you really a messenger of God?

No matter how I think about it, God or angels can’t be this crazy.

“Why are you giving me a chance to be reborn?”

What?

“...”

It couldn’t be clearer. The angel smiled brightly and winked.

“...”

Is God a narcissist?

I’d give it a zero-star review without even living there.

That doesn’t answer anything! It only raises more suspicions. It’s highly suspicious.

But.

I am dead.

With nothing to lose, I might as well nod.

‘Normally, that is.’

I am a reader of romance fantasy.

A heavy reader, reading dozens of books a month.

‘I wouldn’t just say, “Ah, I see,” to the promise of adapting well!’

There are various stories in romance fantasy.

‘What if I’m reborn in a post-apocalyptic story!’

Even if it’s not a post-apocalyptic story, there are problems.

What if I’m reborn as a villain who gets beheaded?

Or a side character who is only used and then discarded?

“I don’t just want to live in a fantasy world.”

“I want to be reborn in a house with a silver spoon, a handsome father, and older brothers, just like I commented!”

Look. You were clearly trying to reborn me into something strange.

“Basic in romance fantasy.”

“And all those family members should die off.”

“Why not! Lady Bea**!”

“No, sorry. I misspoke. I’ll do my best...”

A quick change of attitude is the shortcut to a comfortable life.

A handsome father and older brothers, and a silver spoon.

It’s exactly what I wanted.

“Hmm, but most romance fantasy heroines have special abilities... at least they’re smart.”

I heard the angel mutter something under his breath as he turned his head.

“Huh?”

The angel smiled sweetly as if he had never grumbled.

It seemed like he was cursing me, but...

‘Reborn with a handsome father and older brothers, and special abilities.’

At this point, it’s almost like compensation for all my hard work.

Yes, I might not have been good, but I’ve worked incredibly hard.

Finally, my day in the sun has come!

“Then, I’ll take it. I want to be reborn.”

As I finished speaking, I felt a strange sensation in my chest.

Looking up in confusion, I saw the angel smiling.

A sinister smile, curling his lips. The smile was more like that of a...

A different tone of voice echoed above my head.

At the same time, a large crack began to form in the air.

The inside of the crack was pitch black, with no light.

A deep abyss, completely out of place with angels and God, churned within.

Moreover.

‘A contract...?’

A sense of unease washed over me.

Don’t gods usually bestow grace?

‘Contracts... aren’t they more like...’

That.

So.

‘A devil.’

The blood drained from my face.

“Wait, hold on!”

The black crack was growing, so I frantically waved my hands.

“I want to cancel this contract! What do you want!”

The fully grown crack opened its black maw and began to suck in my soul.

There was no way to escape.

It seemed I couldn’t stop being reborn.

Then I had to get something out of it!

“My, my abilities...! What are my abilities!”

Devils are good at tricking people, and they give strange abilities, right?

“Don’t worry, you devil!”

“What abilities would suit me!”

I felt extremely uneasy, as if I was being scammed in real-time.

“Being scammed is a death sentence, really!”

‘What?’

The last words I added were hard to hear.

I tried to ask again, but my soul had already been completely sucked into the crack.

And a suffocating darkness enveloped me.

* * *

‘You scamming devil!’

I scrubbed the marble floor furiously, swallowing my frustration.

‘Where’s the handsome father?’

My fingers were red from the cold of winter.

‘Where are the handsome older brothers?’

My fingertips felt like they were going to fall off.

‘My silver spoon!’

I collapsed.

The vast hall stretched out before my eyes.

A grand and magnificent hall, like one in a castle where you pay an entrance fee.

Normally, I would have been amazed, but I couldn’t.

Because I had to clean this vast hall by myself.

‘This isn’t even a wooden spoon, it’s a dust spoon...!’

Sob, sob, sob.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

Maybe I shouldn’t have been reborn then.

I hugged my small legs with my small arms.

Even as an adult, I couldn’t clean alone, let alone as a child.

I sniffled, and a thunderous roar came from behind.

“You’re slacking off again!”

I couldn’t even turn around and reflexively flattened myself.

“I’m sorry...!”

My lips trembled, and my whole body stiffened.

I didn’t want to act so foolish, but the learned fear had taken over my body.

“Are you as lazy as your mother?”

Tsk, the sound of a tongue click.

He approached me and kicked the bucket with his foot.

The bucket tipped over, spilling soapy water.

My clothes were soaked and damp.

“You look just like a dirty mouse when you’re wet.”

It’s cold.

“With no dignity at all.”

It’s freezing.

“You can’t even do the tasks I assign you.”

I’m lonely.

My swollen hands couldn’t even make a proper fist.

“I’m sorry.”

I cautiously lifted my head to look at him.

“Uncle.”

The man who was yelling at me and insulting my mother was none other than my uncle.

The person who ordered me to clean this vast hall alone was also him.

He wouldn’t do this to anyone else.

There were other people who could clean.

This vast hall, and the huge mansion that contained it, were all his.

“Do you dare to pretend to be my nephew?!”

He was furious. Calling him uncle must have irritated him.

“Duke...”

I quickly changed the title, and he snorted.

“Know your place.”

His shiny boot pressed down on my shoulder.

My small body couldn’t bear the weight and collapsed.

“That’s why your father abandoned you.”

I couldn’t even groan as I listened to his insults.

“Besides, I don’t even know if you’re a real duke’s daughter.”

Each word stabbed into my young heart like a thorn.

“Your mother must have been quite frivolous.”

I never saw my mother.

But when my uncle insulted her, my stomach churned and my nose tingled.

“Having a child with someone else isn’t surprising.”

No!

“There might be others. She was that kind of woman.”

My mother isn’t like that!

“Who are you glaring at, you insolent brat!”

With the roar, the force on the foot pressing my shoulder increased.

“Ugh...”

My face was pressed into the cold marble floor. Gray soap bubbles mixed with dust stained my cheeks.

I bit my lip and held back my tears. Crying would only make it worse.

When I was reborn, I saw the beautiful and luxurious house and thought:

I was born into a good family.

I didn’t know what the family would be like, but at least I wouldn’t have to spend winters trembling with the fear of freezing to death.

Survival wouldn’t be my biggest problem.

I would live a life where many experiences were possible.

Maybe I could have dreams.

Maybe I could be loved.

I could grow up as a healthy, bright, and warm child, unaware of unhappiness in a harmonious family.

Maybe, just maybe, I could get a happy ending like the characters in novels.

I was excited.

Hope for life.

Expectation for the future.

It had been so long since I felt such things that my heart raced.

But.

“Dad?”

It was all an illusion.

This wasn’t my place.

I wasn’t the protagonist of this world.

A girl peeked through the open door and gasped, covering her mouth.

A lovely child with lustrous golden hair.

“What are you doing there?”

A child who, if this world were a novel, would undoubtedly be the heroine.

My cousin, Clatia, asked with an angelic face.