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Upon regaining consciousness on the plush, soft bed, the first words that escaped my lips were, as expected, a curse.

“Damn it.”

Even in my groggy state of mind, I could distinctly feel the sense of frustration… No, the empty feeling left behind by the vanished frustration.

I denied the stark reality of that feeling and gloomily clutched the squishy pillow.

“Damn it… Seriously, damn it…”

There were so many things I wanted to say, but due to the rising anger, not a single word came out properly.

All that came out were curses directed at the infuriating author.

Spewing harsh profanities in a sweet voice, I began cursing the author.

“On a rainy day, may you step into a puddle and soak your socks… May the arcade machine eat up the 500-won coin you put in to play the game…”

With curses like these, wouldn’t the author be intimidated enough to at least show a hint of retreat?

I entertained a brief futile hope, but with such mild curses, the author showed no sign of backing down.

Continuing to pour curses until the author appeared, I attempted negotiation by calling out for the elusive author.

“Author? I know you’re listening to everything. I was completely wrong… Could you please just send me back to reality for now?”

“Come to think of it, maybe you’re right, Author! Beatrice doesn’t need to be wicked! Being a pathetic idiot is even cuter!”

“Author? Are you listening to me, huh?”

Shouting for the room to leave like a madwoman, but still, the author did not appear.

…What should I do? Do I really have to live as ‘Witch Beatrice’ like this?

Not a formidable and wicked witch, but a fake nerd witch trying to look wicked?

Realizing that no matter how much I prayed and begged, reality wouldn’t change, my already melancholic mood started to deepen.

“Why does it have to be me… I didn’t even mention quitting, and I haven’t even reached 5700 characters… I just provided some innocent feedback…”

I hadn’t exhibited any behaviors typical of possession clichés.

Perhaps that’s why it felt even more unjust.

If I had touched the author’s emotions, it would make sense, but to possess by piquing their curiosity?

What kind of baseless possession story is this?

“Sob…”

Tears like chicken droppings fell, soaking the plush blanket.

As I sobbed in injustice, my sadness deepened needlessly.

“At least tell me how to go back or give me a goal before possessing me! Or just let me know what to aim for before possessing me!”

If you just throw me out there without any direction, how am I supposed to cope?

Despite crying until the sun rose high in the sky, I slowly wiped away my tears and had to face reality.

Sniffle.

“…”

The witch’s tiny disguise was rumbling with hunger pangs.

Yes, no matter how much I cried and ranted, the fact remained that I had been possessed.

The damn author didn’t seem inclined to help or rescue me.

So.

I must find a way to survive in this insane world and somehow find a way back.

…Whether I can survive till the end is questionable.

Still, the probability of survival itself is quite high. After all, this novel is certified by the author, so there won’t be any gruesome content.

“I guess that’s somewhat fortunate…?”

It is indeed fortunate. If this were an apocalyptic or grim tale, I would have hung myself long ago.

If it’s a comedy-packed adventure, there might still be some hope, right?

Clutching onto a faint glimmer of hope, I got up from the plush bed after washing my face and quietly began searching the house to fill my hungry stomach.

‘I might find a piece of hardtack if I search enough,’ I thought nonchalantly.

“However, it’s not like I can afford to be careless.”

“I don’t have any stored ingredients, but there are various cooking utensils neatly arranged by type.”

The only things I could find in this quiet house were cooking tools scattered all over the kitchen.

…This is getting quite troublesome.

I have no choice but to go outside to procure ingredients.

But it’s dangerous outside.

It’s not because I have a loner personality like ‘Beatrice,’ but because ‘Beatrice’s’ house itself is in a dangerous place.

Right at the location known as the 4 Great Dungeons in the novel.

With an extremely low survival rate, even strong adventurer parties avoid going there.

The Southern Grand Forest.

That’s where I was located.

“How did I end up in such a filthy place?”

With a disappointed chuckle, I grabbed the Chinese cleaver, the most powerful-looking among the kitchen tools.

A satisfying weight in my hand. Just the right heft to swing effortlessly.

Expressing contentment with the quality of the cleaver, I slowly left the house.

“It’s a comedy-filled adventure, and there’s even a significant supporting role.”

Surely I won’t die, will I?

—–

It seems my worries about leaving the house were unfounded, as no monsters or other creatures were in sight no matter how long I roamed the forest.

The forest seemed too peaceful to be a dungeon, raising doubts about its true nature.

Nevertheless, being a dangerous dungeon, I remained vigilant, carefully gathering ingredients while paying attention to my surroundings.

“Oh, this looks edible enough, right?”

Carefully tucking the ugly mushroom hanging next to the conifer into my bag, I concluded my short yet eventful foraging trip.

Having gathered enough food to last for about three days, I decided not to push my luck further and made my way back home.

Excess is harmful.

Sometimes less is more than enough.

Now, having temporarily possessed the witch from the novel, I realized it was time to act.

Not knowing how to wield Beatrice’s powers and having only read about the dangers of the Southern Grand Forest, I faced a predicament.

In such a situation, acting recklessly would lead to certain death.

Therefore, I must proceed cautiously.

“I wonder if anything will happen on the way back home?”

Even if something does happen, I’ll ignore it.

After all, my life comes first.

With a determined mindset, I hastened my steps towards the new house, carrying the provisions gathered diligently over the past few days.

Breathless and panting, I finally caught sight of Sweet My Home.

Feeling relieved that nothing had occurred on the way back, I smiled joyfully, but that smile soon turned into a grimace.

“P-Please, help!!!”

Why in front of my house?

“Grr…”

Children around eight years old were facing off against a huge, majestic wolf.

The wolf was large enough to swallow those tiny kids in one gulp.

Judging by its unblemished body, it seemed like it hadn’t engaged in combat with the children.

Perhaps it was just playing with its prey before devouring them.

However, such details were irrelevant at the moment.

What mattered was that I might be next after those kids.

No, perhaps I could be devoured before them.

The wolf had now turned its gaze towards me, not the children.

Feeling my head go white, I cautiously retrieved the Chinese cleaver from my bag.

…Can this small knife inflict wounds on that massive wolf?

Before I could wound it, it might just tear my arm off.

After much contemplation, the outcome was already clear.

Nevertheless, even if I have to go, I prepared myself to inflict wounds with a Chinese sword.

Watching the wolf approach slowly, I think to myself.

Damn writer.

Please just go to hell when you die.

“Growl!”

Just as I finish my thought, the wolf suddenly leaps up to bite my head.

Facing such a wolf directly, I calmly throw the Chinese sword.

Then, something amazing began to happen.

Thud!

With a dull sound, the thrown Chinese sword hits the wolf’s head, sinking into its body like cutting through tofu.

Simultaneously, the wolf splits in half from head to tail.

In simpler terms, the thrown Chinese sword caused the wolf to split in half.

Breathing a sigh of relief at the unexpected turn of events, another dreadful situation awaited me.

A wolf that could swallow an 8-year-old whole was charging towards me. If it dies by splitting in half midway, what will happen to me?

The answer is simple.

Splat –

‘The wolf’s blood splatters all over’ is what happens.

While narrowly avoiding the unfortunate event of being hit by the exact halves of the large wolf’s body, my entire body gets drenched in the blood that spurted out upon its death.

It felt like going into water fully dressed and coming out with a sticky feeling.

However, there was no time to complain about this uncomfortable sensation right now.

Since I couldn’t predict when another monster attracted by the scent of blood might come, I picked up the fallen Chinese sword first as a precaution.

Then, I approached the children trembling in front of my house and gave them a refreshing smile.

Perhaps with this awkward witch’s smile, those kids could ease their panic a bit?

Approaching slowly with hope, strangely enough, what came back was disgust and fleeing.

“R-Run away! She’s a witch who eats people!”

Well, this isn’t going as planned.