Chapter 1

When I came to my senses, the first thing I saw was a luxurious chandelier.

A chandelier so large, it could never fit in my tiny studio apartment.

The moment I saw it, I realized:

‘...I’m still in this world.’

I wanted to let out a string of curses to vent my frustration, but even that was impossible.

Because, this body was that of a three-year-old who couldn’t even pronounce words properly!

All I could do was curl up like a rice cake and sob quietly.

My name is Yoo Hye-min.

No, Eryllot Astra.

I was a three-year-old possessed by the villain of a novel known for its extreme difficulty.

‘Please save me!’

* * *

Three years ago, I, a commoner in Seoul, died of illness.

The cause was pancreatic cancer.

By the time it was detected, it was too late for treatment, and I couldn’t last a few months.

When I opened my eyes again...

‘This body.’

Small, round hands like rice cakes.

A plump body swaddled in a blanket.

A body that couldn’t even make a sound, literally a newborn.

No one explained it to me, but I had a hunch.

‘I’ve been reincarnated!’

It was a familiar setting for someone who had once squandered their savings on Kakao Page.

Because of this, I quickly grasped the situation.

‘Since I’ve been reincarnated as a baby, this must be a child-rearing story.’

‘The luxurious room suggests my father is a nobleman.’

‘Probably a duke or an emperor.’

‘A cold northern duke, but warm to his daughter, I bet.’

Since things were like this, I decided to prepare thoroughly before meeting my father.

Why didn’t I prepare to meet my mother? In such settings, the mother is usually absent.

And since no one came looking for the real me, it was clear that my mother was indeed gone.

Anyway, I worked hard until an adult came to find me.

‘Practice not crying even when I see something scary.’

To achieve the plot where ‘It’s amazing that this child doesn’t cry when they see me,’ I also practiced smiling—

‘Aba? Bappa? Papa? ...Gongjamni?’

To create the plot where ‘The father is flustered by the child’s affectionate nickname,’ I thought hard about what to call him.

With a pounding heart, I waited for my father to appear...

“This one?”

“Yes, Duke.”

...But the one who appeared was a grandfather.

‘In a child-rearing story, shouldn’t the father be young...?’

Is this a variation on a common trope?

Still, the Duke had a very intimidating presence.

The Duke asked the adjutant who came with him:

“So, no abilities have manifested yet?”

“No.”

“Damn.”

“What shall we do about the child’s name?”

The Duke glanced at me and said in a lackluster tone:

“Eryllot. Her name will be Eryllot Astra.”

The name sounded strangely familiar.

‘Eryllot, Eryllot, Ery... lot?’

As I repeated the name, a memory flashed in my mind.

I was sure I had read about a character with this name in one of the novels I read.

A free site novel, a low-fantasy story.

‘Possessed, but turned out to be the villain’s granddaughter.’

Shortened to ‘Possessed, Black Curtain, Granddaughter’ or ‘Possessed, Black, Granddaughter’ (PBG).

The story goes like this:

I was an ordinary college student in South Korea.

I was possessed by an extra in a novel I usually enjoyed reading.

Despite being an orphan and enduring all kinds of hardships, I found out I was the granddaughter of the ultimate villain, Duke Astra!

The Astra family, so evil that even the emperor was pressured by them.

I tried to run away out of fear, but ended up forming a bond with my family.

‘There’s nothing I can do about this now.’

I need to win over the family and make them repent.

Can I push away the original female lead, who thinks I’ve taken everything from her, and change the future?