Chapter 2
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How to Survive as the Villain's Younger Sister
Episode 2
'Ha, haha.... Even if I received it, I wouldn't be able to use it anyway.'
Still, it was worth seeing Baek Seung-jun's face contort so miserably.
Ranked first in South Korea, but sixteenth globally.
He was a hero in our country, but whenever he ventured abroad, he was invariably overshadowed by the top-ranked hunters.
For someone as narcissistic as Baek Seung-jun, it must have been unbearable.
But if he conquered Morpheus, he could instantly ascend to first place.
"I'm going to catch Morpheus and teach those bastards who looked down on me a lesson."
But that plan had twisted completely.
Baek Seung-jun, seething with rage, strode toward me.
'I'm going to get cursed out.'
Perhaps I'd even be expelled from the Guild without obtaining any equipment.
'Then how do I pay for medical treatment? It looks like I'm injured pretty badly.'
There was a healer among the Guild members, but they'd be too busy trying to impress Baek Seung-jun to treat me.
Shing.
That was when a cold blade touched my neck.
It was Barysada.
"...?!"
As I looked up with bewildered eyes, Baek Seung-jun's lips curled into a sneer.
"Bound rewards can be seized by killing the one they're bound to."
Thud!
It happened in an instant.
Barysada pierced through my neck.
I stared at Baek Seung-jun and the Guild members in disbelief.
"How dare you try to steal what's mine? You should know your place."
You're the one who tried to steal what was supposed to be mine!
But no one blamed Baek Seung-jun or pitied me.
A new notification window appeared through my dimming vision.
[Conquest Success Reward (Bound) 'Nightmare's Succession' has been granted!]
[The bound user's critical condition has been detected. Auto-execution initiated.]
'That's strange. Why isn't it [Locked] this time?'
Doubt bloomed faintly between my fading breaths, then vanished along with consciousness.
The last memory visible through my dimming awareness was a sight I could never have imagined.
Morpheus's corpse rising like a zombie, slaughtering Baek Seung-jun and the Guild members.
The agonized screams were like a 'nightmare,' yet strangely, hearing them filled my heart with peace.
* * *
"Gasp!"
My eyes snapped open.
'What on earth is happening?'
I was clearly dying just moments ago.
All because I defeated the monster that would have destroyed Earth.
"Hah!"
The moment I let out an exasperated sigh, I heard a strange sound from somewhere.
It was like the mewling of a newborn kitten.
'Come to think of it, someone cried out "Kyaa!" when I woke up too.'
There must be someone else here.
I tried to sit up and check.
Or rather, I tried to.
But all I managed was to flail my plump, round limbs uselessly.
'Wait, why are my hands and feet like this?'
They looked exactly like glutinous rice cakes kneaded into perfect spheres.
I couldn't move my body, and my physique had transformed.
Was this the effect of the reward "Nightmare's Succession" that had automatically activated in my final moment?
'Then this isn't a reward—it's a curse!'
Of course it was.
I had said I received my first reward that wasn't in [Locked] status.
I let out a long, pitiful sigh at my pathetic situation.
"Meow... meow?"
But what came from my mouth was the mewling of a baby kitten.
Unable to comprehend what was happening, I sighed repeatedly, yet all that emerged was cute little "meows" and whimpers.
'Then was that sound I heard earlier coming from me?'
This was like being a tiny infant.
My hands, my feet...
Bewildered and unable to grasp the situation, I suddenly heard the door burst open.
'A monster?'
I held my breath.
Thump, thump.
Heavy footsteps.
A chilling coldness.
A massive shadow looming over me.
And something so overwhelmingly...
'Handsome?'
My tiny mouth fell open.
Eyes of cobalt blue, cool as the moment before sleep freezes over.
Pristine blonde hair arranged with meticulous care.
A nose sculpted as if by an artist's hand and beautifully pursed lips.
A man as magnificent as a masterpiece painting gazed down at me with icy indifference.
No matter how I looked at it, his gaze could only be described as "cold."
'What is this? Does a monster like this even exist?'
It seemed I wasn't the only one questioning the existence before my eyes.
"This is my daughter?"
The monster muttered in a low, gravelly voice. It was a familiar line.
"How strange she looks. Dreadful."
Yet even as he spoke such words, the monster couldn't tear his gaze from me—
"Why are her cheeks so soft and squishy? How unpleasant."
He was exactly like those cold-hearted biological fathers from parenting fantasy novels.
"Such a fragile creature."
Strange.
Curious.
Weak.
These words were the stock phrases of fathers in parenting fantasies—yet they were truly a sign of being utterly smitten.
I adored romance fantasy, particularly the parenting subgenre.
The kind where a father, initially awkward about his unexpected daughter's existence, gradually becomes completely enchanted by that small, fragile life.
He'll claim he dislikes it, but his hands will itch to hold me.
The moment that thought crossed my mind, the man scooped me up abruptly.
See! His mouth says no, but his body speaks the truth!
His grip was rough, as if handling an object.
Even this was a classic trope from parenting fantasies.
"You're so light. Less substantial than a feather."
Watching the man furrow his brow as he examined me from every angle, I became certain.
'I must have been reincarnated into a parenting fantasy!'
After all my suffering, happiness had finally arrived!
I knew over a hundred ways to capture the heart of a father who couldn't be honest with himself.
I clenched my tiny fists with grim determination.
Born as the sole precious daughter of a man of power!
I was so overjoyed that my small body trembled violently, both fists tightly squeezed.
'After suffering in my past life, it seems the gods are bestowing a gift!'
Tears began to fall.
In my previous life, my parents passed away early, and I had to raise three younger brothers alone.
That's why I had wished.
'Please, in my next life, don't let me be born as the eldest. I wish I could have an older sister or brother—preferably an older sister.'
The gods didn't grant my wish.
Parenting fantasy protagonists were either only children or had only older brothers.
'But that's fine. Now I don't have to bear all the burden alone.'
Father still regards me with bewilderment, but I understand everything.
According to the laws of parenting fantasy, he will gradually become drawn to me.
Soon enough, he'll be so fond of me he won't know what to do with himself!
Overcome with joy, I let out a delighted giggle and buried my face in Father's chest.
As my plump, rosy cheeks pressed snugly against his chest, Father flinched, then steadied my trembling body.
Father's large hand completely enveloped my small frame.
I lifted my head from his embrace and smiled brightly.
Father's eyes softened.
'I must be cute and charming often. That way, my life will be smooth and peaceful.'
A tranquil existence achieved merely through affection and being loved—what a concept.
'It seems rather passive, but... I'll still be happy, won't I?'
It was precisely when I was scheming with my tiny head.
Click.
At the sound of the door opening cautiously, I whimpered and turned my head.
There stood a beautiful child with lustrous crimson hair cascading down.
Could they be only five or six years old?
Handsome, yet beautiful as well.
'Is this a boy? Or a girl?'
Despite their youth, they possessed distinctly assertive, refined features.
Yet their gaze carried such a cold, piercing chill that it made one avert their eyes.
'Then... is this child the doting older brother from those childcare novels?!'
Those deep, meaningful eyes only confirmed my suspicion.
At first,
'What is this wriggling little creature?'
They seemed to react that way, but gradually...
'Don't you dare lay a hand on my sister!'
They became the overprotective older brother character, no doubt about it.
'So I'm not an only child after all!'
Well, nowadays in these stories, being an only child isn't the trend.
There's usually one older brother, or twins.
Sometimes there are even three or more.
'I always wished for an older sister, but an older brother is wonderful too! The more strong, capable characters who love the protagonist, the better!'
It was in that very moment.
The child's face went pale as they noticed Father, startled.
"What brings you here?"
"I heard you had returned after completing the subjugation mission."
"And?"
"I came to pay my respects..."
A man's frigid gaze fell upon the trembling child.
It seemed coldness was his default state. Did he not realize how unbearable that was for a young child to endure?
"You're wasting your time with pointless gestures."
"..."
"Stop bothering me and go to your room."
The child's shoulders drooped as they turned to leave.
"Wait."
The child turned to Father with anticipation gleaming in her eyes.
"Julia mentioned it. She said you caused quite a commotion while I was away."
"That's not—!"
"I will not tolerate such behavior, Alexis Parkision."
But Father shattered the child's hopes entirely.
"As an older sister, you should set a proper example for your newborn sibling."
The child appeared wounded by his words.
Yet, contrary to her age, she composed her emotions with remarkable composure and answered quietly.
"...Yes, Father. I will keep that in mind."
Wait a moment. An older sister?
'So that child is my sister?'
I wasn't an only child, nor was I the youngest daughter with an older brother?
This is completely different from the typical childcare story trope!
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