Drrrring.
5 AM. The smartphone vibrated on the floor of the small rented room.
‘What’s this.’
Kim Ha Yoon, who had always been a light sleeper in her 20s, fumbled on the floor to find her charging smartphone.
She narrowed her eyes and checked the notification.
2 boxes of dawn delivery completed at your doorstep.
‘Ah. Dawn delivery.’
Ha Yoon belatedly remembered the famous bakery products from Daejeon she had ordered from Cubang.
Today was Ha Yoon’s birthday.
For her, who had lost her entire family in a car accident and survived alone, the only person to congratulate her on her birthday was herself.
The expensive cake she had ordered for herself, to honor her hard work living for her family’s share as well, should have arrived outside her front door by now.
Ha Yoon sprang up from her spot to receive the package.
Due to the consecutive tropical nights, it was quite hot even at dawn, so the cream could melt if the package was left outside.
‘But why are there two boxes? I’m sure I only ordered a cake.’
Ha Yoon racked her brain for a memory that wasn’t there as she pressed the door lock button.
With a beep, the front door opened, and the humid summer dawn air entered the house.
‘Huh?’
Ha Yoon, who was about to pick up the boxes, paused for a moment.
In front of the door stood a Cubang delivery person checking his device, along with two boxes.
‘He hasn’t left yet. A bit awkward.’
But the delivery person was really handsome.
Ha Yoon examined his features visible under the blue cap.
His long hair, dyed silver, almost touched his shoulders, and his hazel eyes and high nose bridge looked exotic.
‘So he’s a foreigner.’
It was quite an unusual sight to see a foreigner doing delivery work.
Perhaps aware of her gaze, the delivery person smiled brightly at Ha Yoon and greeted her.
“Ah, Ms. Kim Ha Yoon? Hello.”
The delivery person picked up the two boxes he had put down on the floor and handed them directly to Ha Yoon.
Not only was he good-looking, but he was also incredibly kind.
“Thank you.”
Ha Yoon received the boxes with a greeting.
Unlike the light cake box, the long box on top of it was quite heavy.
Eventually, Ha Yoon stumbled, and as the box on top tilted precariously, the delivery person held the box for her.
“Let me put it inside for you.”
The delivery person smiled brightly as he placed the box inside the entrance. Then he dusted off his hands and nodded towards the long box.
“Successfully delivered to Rukna.”
“Ru… what?”
Surprised by the unfamiliar name, Ha Yoon immediately checked the shipping label.
Recipient: Rukna
Address: Seoul, 00 District, 00 Road 21 Street, 00 Villa 201
The address was definitely correct, but the recipient’s name was different.
“Um, wait a moment. I don’t think this is my package. Let me check if it’s correct.”
Ha Yoon immediately tore off the box tape to initiate a return.
When she opened the lid, there was something completely unexpected inside.
“What is this?”
A silver longsword that should belong in a European history museum.
It was long enough to reach her waist if stood on the floor, and the blade was sleek with a width of two fingers pressed together.
The silver-plated hilt was intricately engraved with five symbols seemingly representing fire, water, wind, earth, and light, and at its end, a round, transparent jewel was embedded like a decoration.
Looking down at the item that appeared expensive at a glance, Ha Yoon was about to say ‘This is not my package’ like the woodcutter who dropped his axe in the pond.
But the delivery person spoke faster.
“It’s a holy sword. It is indeed for Rukna, that is, Ms. Kim Ha Yoon.”
“What?”
Ha Yoon scratched her head.
Is this the holy sword that only appears in fantasy novels?
Seeing the delivery person’s casual attitude, she wondered if this was some trendy item on SNS these days.
“The holy sword is called Bisbi. If you call out ‘Hi Bisbi,’ the sword will respond to you, Ha Yoon.”
“Huh?”
“There’s an instruction manual inside, so please read it.”
“The instructions are in a foreign language I’ve never seen before.”
Ha Yoon waved the paper filled with characters that looked similar to Arabic.
The delivery person mumbled, “So you can’t read the text yet.”
What’s this? Is this foreigner showing off that he can speak both foreign languages and Korean?
“The Possession Association received complaints that the reincarnation truck system was too cruel, so we tried a new method, but it seems there’s still a lot lacking.”
“Possession… what?”
And what’s a reincarnation truck?
Ha Yoon rubbed her ears with her palm. She thought she might have misheard, but her ears were fine.
“If I get another chance to do this kind of work, I should make sure the possessor can immediately understand the language of the country they’re possessing.”
Meanwhile, the delivery person kept saying things on his own.
‘Is he crazy or something?’
Ha Yoon frowned and gripped the silver sword hilt tightly. And she eyed the suspicious delivery person warily.
“Ah, what’s wrong, Ms. Ha Yoon? You’re scaring me with that holy sword!”
“You’re the one who needs to stop talking nonsense about reincarnation trucks and get out of my house.”
Ha Yoon nodded towards one of the delivery person’s feet standing in her entrance.
If he had finished his job, he should leave, not stay and spout nonsense. She even calculated if she could claim self-defense for home invasion if she threatened him with this sword.
“T-This is strange. You don’t know about the reincarnation truck? The records here say you’re an avid web novel reader, so no additional explanation was needed…”
The delivery person hurriedly picked up his device to check Ha Yoon’s personal information.
“What on earth have you been talking about?”
“I’m telling you that Ms. Kim Ha Yoon just died, and we’re about to transfer your soul to another world.”
“…What did you say?”
“Oh, did you not realize you were dead?”
The delivery person nodded towards the back. Ha Yoon followed his gaze and looked back at the bed where she had been lying.
There, her body, having died from overwork, lay disheveled.
It was then that the holy sword Ha Yoon was holding began to emit a pure white light.
「Initiating soul transfer by distorting space-time. Connection to the Dwarf central server complete.」
With an unfamiliar voice, Ha Yoon’s body was enveloped in a pure white light.
And so, without time to accept her own death, Ha Yoon was sucked into a suddenly appearing gap.
The delivery person waved at her with a calm expression.
“See you soon, Rukna.”
[This is the timeline separator]Transferring soul data. 98, 99, 100…… Complete.
Even though her eyes were clearly closed, she could see suspicious letters floating in front of her like a hologram.
‘What on earth is this.’
Ha Yoon opened her eyes wide.
She took a deep breath while looking at the ceiling, crudely patched with old boards.
‘Am I… alive?’
It was just moments ago that she had realized her death, but now all her senses were as vivid as when she was alive.
Although Ha Yoon had been obsessed with life, believing she had to live for her family who died in the car accident, her expression wasn’t particularly joyful.
‘By the way, where am I?’
She was lying in a shabby hut. The only furniture was the bed she was lying on and a fireplace.
The earthenware pots neatly placed on the shelf on the wall, a crudely soldered tin can, a shovel and poker for the fireplace were not modern items.
‘Oh my!’
Ha Yoon, who had jumped up from her spot, recalled the suspicious Cubang delivery person mentioning the reincarnation truck and web novels.
‘Did I really possess a character in a book?’
Looking at the poor shelter, it seemed she had possessed a rather unfavorable role.
With so many rich villainess characters out there spending money lavishly, how unlucky to draw such a bad hand.
‘Don’t be disappointed yet. I might be a pretty villainess staying in a place like this due to unavoidable circumstances.’
Ha Yoon, fixated on popular villain clichés, looked at her reflection in the shiny stew pot hanging by the fireplace.
“…What is this.”
The first thing that caught her eye was platinum blonde hair that looked dry as if the bleaching had failed.
Her hair was short like a man’s, and her body, which she had expected to be voluptuous, was as skinny as a twig.
Her face was in the same condition. The complexion on her sunken cheeks was ghostly pale with extreme fatigue.
Ha Yoon sighed while fiddling with her straw-like hair.
‘Forget pretty villainess, this looks more like a stable hand.’
Even for a supporting role, this is too much.
Isn’t it normal to have long hair, a pretty face, and a noble title when coming to another world?
“Well… looking closely, the base features are pretty.”
Although her complexion made her look like a beaten corpse, her small face with clear green eyes, a straight nose bridge, and plump lips was quite doll-like.
As she was carefully examining the body she had possessed…
Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang bang!
Someone knocked hard on the hut door.
“Open the door quickly, Rukna. Before I break it down!”
‘Rukna? Is that this body’s name?’
Come to think of it, that name was written on the dawn delivery package box.
‘I need to think if there was a novel with a character named Rukna.’
However, no matter how much she racked her brain, nothing came to mind.
Lost in thought, Ha Yoon held out without opening the door for now.
She couldn’t know what situation this body was in at the moment.
“Looks like she has no intention of opening the door?”
“Let’s just break it down. What can I do about it?”
Break it down!
“One, two, three!”
As they counted to three, the old hinges crackled and the entrance door fell to the floor with a thud.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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