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Chapter 2
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But no one answered my desperate cries. *Sob*.
A year later. After withering away as an abandoned ‌‌tree, I possessed countless creatures until I felt ‌‌‌dizzy from the constant transmigrations.
Water striders, pet jellyfish, canaries in glass greenhouses, and so on....
Each time I died, ‌‌‌I'd ‌‌‌possess another ‌‌‌living being, yet I'd never once become human. I'd never lived long either.
'There were no special privileges to possession—it was fair and coldly impartial....'
After hardship and adversity, on my seventh possession.
When I finally became a demi-human, I felt so moved I could have danced in ecstatic frenzy.
The problem was that I'd ended up in shackles.
I was now trapped in a large cage.
"Sigh."
I exhaled deeply and gazed down at my tiny front paws. They were white and ‌‌‌‌fluffy, resembling ‌‌honey taffy. I wondered if they'd taste delicious if I chewed them...?
Not that I'm admitting I actually tried putting them in my mouth because I was so hungry.
Then I swished my luxuriant tail about.
Wow, how adorable.
With two round ears and a plump rear, I was unmistakably a White Marten Demi-human. And a baby one at that!
Of course, right now I was covered in ash and a bit grimy.... ‌‌But looking at my reflection in the mirror across the way, I was quite cute.
'Yes. I finally became a demi-human, which is good. It's good, right? But....'
Why did I have to be nothing more than an extra?!
Sniffling, I glared up at the shabby ceiling.
'Honestly, at this point, shouldn't I have been born as some noble lady?!'
Ugh, such is my fate.
I struck the iron bars with my small fist—*thud*—then quickly withdrew it in pain.
Right, I should stay calm. ‌Getting angry only makes me ‌‌‌hungrier, so ‌‌I'm the only one who loses.
'...But I'm furious!'
And with good reason—this White Marten Demi-human I'd possessed was truly nothing.
When I possessed a body, I inherited its memories.
But when I eagerly rummaged through those memories, I could only laugh bitterly.
'I could play a villainess well. Or better yet, I'd be perfect for the ‌‌‌‌protagonist role! I'm an ‌experienced career transmigrator!'
So why am I Chimney Cleaner Number One?!
*Thud*.
Collapsed in despair, I tore at my hair. ‌‌
This novel I kept possessing into, "The Fallen Saint and the Beasts of Madness," was a habanero-spiced story boasting a Scoville rating of 350,000 SHU.
The female protagonist was Rahyun, a washed-up former idol from Korea who'd always remained a supporting character.
One day she's in a plane crash, and through God's mistake, she crosses dimensions.
Realizing she can't return, Rahyun is devastated, but God promises to grant her three wishes for whatever she desires.
'And Rahyun uses her first wish to become a "Saint" of this world.'
In truth, she'd read countless romance novels, so she knew which profession would be easiest to survive with after dimensional travel.
'She's quite clever.'
Having ‌‌‌become a saint, Rahyun discovered that this demi-human world ‌‌‌was brimming with men perfectly ‌suited ‌‌to her tastes, and she promptly decided to stay rather than return home. Her adaptability was nothing short of miraculous—truly worthy of Robinson Crusoe himself.
Surrounded by countless ‌‌‌admirers, Rahyun reveled in unparalleled popularity and a reverse harem, becoming the Holy Empire's most celebrated star.
But when even that grew tedious, Rahyun found herself falling into a forbidden love at a meeting place with the Demon Empire.
The world's ‌‌‌first black mage and Magic Tower Master, bearing the epithet "Demon's Contractor."
One who defies the natural order!
The moment ‌‌‌I met Kirakserus Driblyane, I fell head over heels at first sight.
Yet my love was not meant to be easy. Ariadne, Kirakserus's sister and the family's mistress, not only constantly interfered with me but picked fights at every turn.
Though wounded, my feelings were genuine, and ‌‌‌‌on the final night of the meeting, I confessed my love.
Kirakserus then demanded I bring him the "Dice," a sacred relic of the Religious Order, and I retrieved it to prove my devotion.
But it was all merely Kirakserus's scheme to obtain the Dice.
The moment he acquired it, he claimed he ‌had already sworn a vow of chastity upon entering ‌the Magic Tower and could not accept my feelings!
Afterward, ‌when the priests discovered the Dice was missing and came pursuing me, exhausted from devotion that would never be returned, I told Kirakserus that if he would not love me, I would turn this world into eternal winter.
'And here, the villain Kirakserus said...!'
He told me to do it.
'More precisely, he said something like "Do as you please—I have no intention of indulging your tantrums."'
Devastated, I made a ‌‌second wish in that moment: to erase all seasons and leave only winter behind.
For this sin, I was sealed away, and the Holy Empire searched desperately for another saint with powers like mine, believing that if such a saint existed, the seasons could be restored.
'But there could never be two saints.'
After all, I had become a saint through my own wish. ‌‌
Nine years passed, and the world became devastated.
The Holy Empire and Demon Empire, already at odds, now ‌‌‌waged war for water and provisions.
In that war, Ariadne, the villainess and mistress of the Driblyane Family, perished—but not before leaving behind three sons by different fathers.
'Why are these sons important? Because this novel isn't merely melodrama.'
Then one day, spring inexplicably returned, and the war ceased.
After much time had passed, the Religious Order, finding ‌‌‌itself in need of a ‌‌‌‌"saint" once more, released me from my seal.
But the moment I was freed, I made a third wish...!
'This was the breaking point.'
I wished to seamlessly integrate into the Driblyane Family as though I had always belonged there.
Having been sealed away, I had felt no passage of time, and with my appearance unchanged, I reunited with Kirakserus, now a middle-aged patriarch of the 19th generation—and with Ariadne's grown sons, the three heirs of the Driblyane Family. Once ‌‌again, I found myself caught in a dangerous, obsessive romance among them.
But the ‌‌‌‌problem was that the Driblyane Family already had a designated mistress-to-be according to tradition.
'Specifically, a woman chosen to marry one of the heirs who would become the 20th patriarch.'
Yet after my appearance, that mistress's presence faded entirely, and she died alone, unhappy and forlorn.
Eventually, the heirs of the Driblyane Family who ‌‌‌loved me fell ‌‌‌into jealous conflict, and the family collapsed spectacularly. They destroyed each other and perished in ruin.
Kirakserus, watching it all ‌with contempt, entered the Magic Tower and never emerged again.
And I never obtained the love I so desperately desired. A ‌‌‌‌‌suffocating tragedy where those who loved me could not possess me exclusively!
A ruinous, melodramatic novel where no character found happiness—yet readers alone were satisfied!
...Find a way to survive ‌‌‌as a chimney sweep in the villain family's household. (10 points)
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"Sigh."
I exhaled a sigh so deep it felt ‌‌like the earth itself was collapsing.
I've been trapped here for two days without food, which alone tells you everything about my treatment among the servants—I was hardly favored even ‌‌‌among them.
Some of ‌‌‌the maids relieved their stress by confining and tormenting me. ‌‌‌The reason was simple: I wasn't merely an animal with ‌‌‌‌white fur—I was an ‌‌albino.
'Perhaps because these memories are ‌‌‌now mine, I feel an unexpected surge of emotion.'
Chimney cleaning was the filthiest and most grueling work imaginable—after transforming into animal form, I would crawl into the elongated Chimney where ash accumulated in layers and scrub it clean.
Since albinos were treated as aberrations in this world, chimney cleaning was the perfect occupation for ‌‌me. Exhausting, suffocating, agonizing...
But that wasn't even the end of it?
'I didn't need all this useless, excessive information...'
The truth was... this person... in other words...
A spy.
'Insane. What a mess.'
After possessing this body and receiving the memory transfer, ‌‌‌I desperately tried to deny the information I'd learned.
The Holy Empire and the Demon Empire had waged countless wars, and now they'd even begun sending children as spies—yes, that was me. A child ‌‌‌spy.
My role was to ‌‌‌‌wander about under the pretense of cleaning chimneys, gathering intelligence from various places. No matter how I looked at it, I didn't seem destined for a long life.
'...Ah, should I just die quickly and start ‌‌‌over?'
After spending two sleepless ‌‌‌‌nights imagining my pitiful ‌‌‌future, I reached a conclusion.
'No. I'll bury ‌‌‌‌my bones as a White Marten Demi-human instead.'
If I kept waiting and cycling through possessions, hoping for a better one, I might end up ‌‌‌as a dung beetle.
At least the White Marten Demi-human is cute. Appearance is competitive too, after all.
'And perhaps... there's a father somewhere looking for his lost daughter, ‌and that father might be me.'
I'm a demi-human, after all.
Wouldn't a poor child demi-human deserve at least one chance at happiness?
I ‌‌heard what sounded like mockery of my hopes from somewhere, so I drooped my marten whiskers dejectedly.
'Enough. Stop thinking and find a way out of here.'
About forty-eight hours after becoming a child whose age I didn't even know, the original body's personality and my own consciousness had fused, and now I was something like an intelligent child.
Because of this, even trivial sorrows felt deeply sorrowful, and minor grievances felt monumentally unjust.
"Kheung, tta, ttaryeduseyo...(Sa, save me)."
I trembled in the cold and hugged my white tail tightly to myself. ‌‌
"Dambi ttaro...(Save the marten)."

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