However, there was no one to hear my desperate cries. Sob.
One year later. After being abandoned and left to die as a tree, I found myself reincarnating into various creatures until I was sick to my stomach.
Water strider, pet jellyfish, canary in a glass greenhouse, etc.
Every time I died, I would reincarnate again, but never once as a human. I never lived long either.
"It was a fair and cold-hearted reincarnation with no benefits..."
After enduring numerous trials and tribulations, I reached my 7th reincarnation.
When I finally became a beast-man, I felt like I could dance a frenzied dance of joy.
The problem was, I found myself in a cage.
I was now trapped in a large enclosure.
"Sigh..."
I sighed deeply and looked down at my tiny front paws. They were white and fluffy, like spun sugar. They looked so delicious, I almost wanted to nibble on them.
It's no secret that I actually tried putting them in my mouth because I was so hungry.
Then I shook my fluffy tail.
Wow, how adorable.
I had two round ears and a plump little body that made me look exactly like a white weasel. And a baby weasel at that!
Of course, I was a bit dirty from the ashes clinging to me, but in the mirror on the opposite side, I looked quite cute.
"Okay, finally becoming a beast-man is good. It's great, actually. But..."
Why do I have to be an extra?!
Sniffling, I glared at the shabby ceiling.
"Honestly, at this point, shouldn't I have been born as a young lady of some noble family?"
Oh, woe is me.
I hit the iron bars with my small fist, only to pull back in pain.
Yeah, better stay calm. Getting angry will just make me hungrier, and it’s only my loss.
"But I'm so mad!"
And for good reason. The white weasel I possessed was really a nobody.
When you possess a body, you inherit its memories.
But when I excitedly searched through the memories, I could only laugh hollowly.
"I could do well as a villainess. If not, I'm fit for the protagonist's role! I am a prepared, experienced new possessor!"
Why am I just a chimney sweep?!
Thump.
Collapsing in despair, I clutched my head.
The story I was reincarnating into, *The Fallen Saint and the Mad Beasts*, was a novel as spicy as a Habanero pepper with a Scoville rating of 350,000 SHU.
The female protagonist was Rahee, a washed-up star of youth dramas who always played supporting roles in Korea.
One day, she gets into a plane crash and ends up crossing dimensions due to a god’s mistake.
Learning that she can't go back, the god promises Rahee three wishes.
"And for her first wish, Rahee asks to become the ‘Saint’ of this world."
Having read numerous romance fantasy novels, Rahee knew that being a Saint was the easiest way to survive after a dimension jump.
"Smart move."
As a Saint, Rahee discovers that this world is full of men who fit her preferences, and she adapts quickly rather than trying to return home. Her adaptability was on par with Robinson Crusoe.
Amidst countless admirers, Rahee enjoys unparalleled popularity and a reverse harem, becoming the most beloved star of the Holy Empire.
But on a day when she grows bored, Rahee falls in forbidden love at a meeting with the Magic Empire.
With the first black magician who has the nickname “Contractor of the Devil.”
The one who defies the natural order!
She falls in love at first sight with Kiraxis Driblyane.
But her love isn't easy. Kiraxis's sister, the young head of the Driblyane family, Ariadne, constantly obstructs Rahee and picks fights with her.
Though wounded, Rahee's feelings are genuine, and on the last night of the meeting, she confesses.
In response, Kiraxis tells her to bring the sacred artifact, the "Dice," and Rahee steals it to prove her love.
But it was all Kiraxis's scheme to get the Dice.
As soon as he gets it, Kiraxis says he has taken a vow of chastity when entering the Magic Tower and can't accept her love.
Realizing she has been used, Rahee, exhausted by unreturned love, tells Kiraxis she will turn the world into winter if he doesn’t love her back.
"And then the villain, Kiraxis..."
Told her to go ahead.
"More precisely, he said he didn’t care about her tantrum."
Devastated, Rahee makes her second wish. She wishes to eliminate all seasons except winter.
For this sin, Rahee is sealed, and the Holy Empire searches for another Saint, believing that another Saint could reverse the seasons.
"But there couldn't be two Saints."
Rahee was made a Saint through her wish, after all.
Nine years later, the world became desolate.
The Holy Empire and the Magic Empire, always at odds, now fought over water and food.
In that war, Ariadne, the villainess and young head of the Driblyane family, dies but leaves behind three sons from different fathers.
"The importance of these sons? It's because this novel isn’t just a simple mess."
One day, spring miraculously returns, and the war stops.
Years later, needing another Saint, the Holy Empire unseals Rahee.
But immediately upon her release, Rahee makes her third wish...
"This is where it gets crazy."
She wishes to blend into the Driblyane family as if she had always been there.
Unaware of the time that passed and looking unchanged, Rahee reunites with Kiraxis, now a mature man. She also meets Ariadne's grown sons and falls into another dangerous romance among them.
The problem is, the Driblyane family already has a pre-designated 20th head’s spouse.
"The person chosen to marry one of the 20th head candidates."
But that spouse loses all presence once Rahee appears, eventually dying alone and miserable.
The Driblyane heirs fall into a bloody feud over Rahee, leading to the family's ruin. They end up annihilating each other.
Kiraxis, watching in disgust, retreats into the Magic Tower forever.
Rahee never obtains the love she desired, and neither does anyone else. A story of suffocating obsession where no character is happy, but the readers are thrilled by the chaos.
…And I have to survive as a chimney sweep in the villain's household in this story. (10 points)
* * *
“Sigh.”
I let out a deep sigh, feeling as if the ground would swallow me whole.
It was evident from the fact that I had been trapped here for two days without food: I was not treated well among the maids. Some of them relieved their stress by locking me up and tormenting me. The reason? It wasn’t just because I was a white-furred animal... it was because I was an albino.
“Now that these memories are mine, I can't help but feel emotional.”
Cleaning chimneys involved transforming into an animal and entering long, soot-filled chimneys, making it the dirtiest and most strenuous task. Albinos were regarded as oddities in this world, so a job as a chimney sweep was perfect for me—difficult, suffocating, and painful...
But that wasn't the end of it.
“This unnecessary and excessive information... I didn't need to know this.”
Actually, this character was... a spy.
“Unbelievable. This is just too much.”
After possessing this body, I struggled to reject the information that came with the memories. The Holy Empire and the Magic Empire had been at war so frequently that they began sending children as spies. Yes, that was me. A baby spy.
Disguised as a chimney sweep, I was to wander around and gather information, but no matter how I thought about it, I didn't seem likely to live long.
“...Should I just die quickly and start over?”
After spending two sleepless nights contemplating my miserable future, I reached a conclusion.
“No, I should just stay and settle as this white weasel.”
If I kept waiting for a better reincarnation, I might end up as a dung beetle. At least a white weasel is cute. Appearance is a form of competitiveness too.
“And maybe... I might have a father out there looking for his lost daughter.”
I was a beast-man, after all. Maybe a poor beast-man child like me would get a chance to be happy once.
I thought I could hear the sound of someone mocking my hope, and I sulkily let my weasel whiskers droop.
“Enough thinking. I need to find a way out of here.”
After 48 hours in this child’s body, my personality started to merge with the owner’s, making me a smart kid now. As a result, I felt a lot more upset about small injustices and hugely wronged by bigger ones.
“Pl-please... sp-spare me...”
I shivered from the cold, hugging my white tail tightly.
“Save the weasel... (Save the weasel).”
