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Me when I first got possessed.

I wanted to deny reality.

I couldn’t believe that I had suddenly become possessed by a villain, a character whose death was confirmed. I ran away to avoid the reality that came before me.

Although it was very early in the process of possession, there were no evil deeds committed by the original owner.

There were little things, and it was a time when my reputation was not good.

In the original work, Kariel suffers death due to her excessive evil deeds.

Knowing this, I felt that I had a bad reputation and was so afraid that I would die that I ran away.

If I thought about it a little, I knew that it was still a long way from the original time, so I was able to give it a try.

I was so suddenly possessed and panicked that I couldn’t even think about such things.

All I could think about was running away.

The person who ran away from reality like that was Kael.

After leaving the church in the beginning, I began to live as Kael.

There was nothing for me as I ran away.

Not money, not power, not anything.

With the despair that there was nothing I could do, I was driven to the verge of death on the street.

I was afraid of death and ran away, only to end up dying in an even uglier way.

I laughed at my own misery and cried again.

Resentment sent to the world for facing an unwanted reality.

This place has been called the Goddess of Light for a while. I continued to curse.

Now that I think about it, the Goddess of Light was not at fault.

Because God cannot intervene in the underworld in the first place.

Although I didn’t know that at the time.

There were also times when I simply needed someone to blame.

The only way to look away from this reality was to blame someone.

The object I found was the goddess of light.

Thinking about it now, it was really funny.

It’s like blaming the goddess without even thinking about doing something yourself.

Even though I thought it was really stupid, I thought it was right at the time.

It seemed like it was all the goddess’s fault that this situation had come about.

I blamed the goddess again and again without any intention of getting better.

I was busy blaming the goddess for my ignorance and meanness.

As I was spending those miserable and ugly days, a man approached me. The man held out his hand to me.

The man asked me if I would like to go with him and if it would be difficult like this.

For the first time, someone spoke to me and offered a helping hand.

And that left me with nothing but ugliness and misery.

I can’t say thank you right away and accept the offer.

At that time, I was swearing.

I hated the behavior of men who seemed to sympathize with me, and I felt selfish jealousy when I saw men living happily, unlike me. Even though I knew I was ugly, I acted that way.

And just like that, the man left.

I thought we would never see each other again.

However, I was rather glad about that fact.

Because cold ignorance was better than sympathy-based help.

Because I felt that only then would my miserable pride be preserved.

But the man appeared before me again the next day.

A man with a cheerful smile holding bread and milk sat next to me in a dirty seat.

As if he didn’t care about getting his clothes dirty, the man sat down and handed me some bread and milk.

I was embarrassed.

I kicked him out, swearing so harshly that it was hard to put it into words.

Rather, I couldn’t understand the appearance of the man who was smiling and handing me food.

Furthermore, after handing it over, the man left with the words, “Be sure to eat it.”

It was as if there was no more business to do.

I saw the bread and milk left next to it.

Now it’s hard to tell how many days I’ve starved.

I didn’t want to receive help from men’s sympathy and pity.

His will to not die eventually led him to eat bread and milk.

I couldn’t forget the feeling I felt when I bit into a piece of bread to eat after a long time.

The feeling of being filled with endless hunger gave me an indescribable sense of satisfaction. I couldn’t hold back the welling of tears.

Tears burst out and flowed like a waterfall.

That day, I continued to cry as if I was letting out all the anger I had built up.

Are you crying because your hunger is satisfied?

It wasn’t.

This wasn’t like that.

A warm human touch and warmth.

This is because I felt them in the bread and milk the man gave me.

Feeling the warmth of someone I never thought I would feel.

I felt human affection for the first time here.

That’s why I cried.

Feeling things you can’t feel before.

Because I received more than I could afford.

I spent the day in tears.

next day.

The man came again.

This time, the man handed over bread and milk without saying anything.

For the first time, I said thank you to a man.

The man smiled brightly.

The next day too. The next day too.

The man continued to come to me, and before I knew it, he started talking.

The man I became friends with after chatting with him made me an offer.

Won’t you follow me?

Unlike before, I accepted the offer without hesitation.

Because he was the only person who reached out to me and I was so grateful.

I accepted the offer just to repay the favor.

That was the first time I followed him and met him.

It was Arina.

When I first met Arina, we didn’t get along very well.

She didn’t welcome me and called me a loser.

I thought that was right.

Even though I thought to myself, I was a person who gave up and just gave up.

As she said, I was a pathetic and worthless human being.

Nevertheless.

Even in such a country.

I thought and believed that I could do something for the man who reached out to me.

No matter what I heard from Arina, I did whatever I could to help the man.

Then one day.

While the man was away for a moment, bandits attacked.

Because the house was built on a mountain, bandits came often, and each time the man was defeated, but the bandits attacked because the man was not there.

At that time, I didn’t have much strength.

Only the weak divine power that the original body owner possessed and a body that had not even been properly trained.

I was powerless to stop them.

I was once again filled with despair because I was weaker than I could imagine.

I held on to my spirit and tried to stop them.

The benefactor who helped me see the light of life.

Because I thought it was natural to protect the benefactor’s daughter.

Even if I had to die, I thought that I had to somehow survive like my benefactor’s daughter.

So I fought against the bandits.

The number of bandits was 10.

Still, he had quite good eyes, as if he was a fake hero who was fighting with the main character.

So much so that the bandits’ movements could be immediately identified.

His body was also stronger than that of an ordinary person.

But if there was a problem, it was lack of experience.

Even if I had good eyes, I couldn’t avoid it properly because I couldn’t even respond properly.

The number of bandits that were dealt with by being stabbed, cut, and bleeding was only four.

On the other hand, there were six bandits and my body was in no better condition than a returned corpse.

Because he had been stabbed multiple times in the abdomen, blood was pouring out freely, his eyes could not be opened, and the bones in both arms were broken and tattered. Even in situations where it seems impossible to be a living human being.

I moved.

Even if I thought about it, I couldn’t figure out how I was moving.

It felt like I was going to lose consciousness at any moment, and I couldn’t even make a proper voice.

I moved my body with the will to protect his daughter, even for the sake of the man who made me meaningful from the time I was useless.

Even though I know what state I am in.

Even if I die, I will protect my benefactor’s daughter.

As a result, I was able to protect her until the man arrived on time.

I lost consciousness immediately.

What I felt as I lost consciousness was death.

Even with empty words, my condition was so close to a corpse that I couldn’t even say I was alive.

I felt death getting closer, but I had no regrets.

I already regret many things.

Because it was the only meaningful thing I was able to do when I came here.

It was the first time that I, who had no use or ability, had saved someone.

Even though the price was death.

Rather, I felt very refreshed, and I was happy that I was finally able to repay the favor I had received from my benefactor.

I thought I would be able to die without any regrets, but I realized something I had not been aware of.

That fact was a regret.

That lingering desire to spend a more peaceful life with them.

Those who followed along simply to return a favor soon began to think of them as family.

When I realized that fact, I burst into tears.

I already knew that I couldn’t achieve it.

I will die soon.

Because I wouldn’t be left in this world anymore.

The moment I close my eyes like that.

A miracle happened.