Kabanata 01
“Ah—AHHH! Is this me?” she exclaimed, amazed, as she frantically examined her reflection in the mirror, though she wasn’t entirely sure it really belonged to her.
She was surrounded by mirrors in what looked like a dressing room—the kind she had only ever seen in movies.
“I look so pretty,” she murmured absentmindedly, still in awe. Compared to her former appearance, this new look was incomparably more attractive. Younger, sexier, almost unreal.
While she was busy admiring her new face and figure, a faint robotic voice suddenly echoed in her head. Thin and high-pitched, it almost sounded like a child.
She glanced around nervously. “Hello?” she called. “W-Where are you?”
“I’m in your head.”
“Oh.” She nodded once she realized the voice didn’t have a physical body. “What’s your name?”
“You can call me Guide.”
“Guide... Guide-sama, then,” she said with a little giggle, remembering her anime days. “Ha, cute.”
The voice didn’t respond.
“Anyway, what about me? Who am I? Am I dead? What’s going on?”
“You areYanarym. A twenty-five-year-old rookie,”the voice replied flatly, its tone robotic and monotonous.
“A twenty-five-year-old rookie?” She froze, trying to digest her situation.
Guide-sama explained that she had died in her first life and had now been relocated to another world. Back then, she had been a 28-year-old woman juggling part-time jobs. When she wasn’t working, she spent her time immersed in fiction—manga, novels, dramas. She even remembered reading a web novel right before her death.
She remembered that part clearly, and she knew this was not her true identity. She was someone else. But they had the same name?
“Guide, can you read my mind?” she asked cautiously.
“Yes.”
“So... am I right?”
“Not entirely. You are just a minor character. You areYanarym.”
“Wait, what?” she blurted, her budding fantasies instantly shattered. “I’m not the main character?”
“Correct. You are a minor character.”
She sighed in disbelief and slumped into the chair by the dressing table, resting her hands among the clutter of cosmetics.
She had become a character in a story—one where the spotlight belonged to a rising star named Alyana and a powerful CEO in the entertainment industry.
So she was not Alyana, the heroine. But Yanarym—the extra.
“Guide, please enlighten me. What am I even doing here?”
“Starting today, you will fulfill the wishes of your new body. Presently, you are one of the characters who wants to make her wishes come true.”
“Woah. So I’m like a fairy godmother?”
“You can call yourself whatever you want. I’ll give you the information.”
Yanarym nodded slowly, still digesting her present reality.
“You know, you’re kind of like a call center agent,” she joked.
There was a pause before the robotic voice answered.
“I am a divine being,Yanarym. I am not human.”
“An angel?” she asked curiously.
“No. A divine being.”
“A God?”
“No. A divine being.”
“Alright, a divine being... if that’s what you say.” She gave up, suppressing her laughter, imagining it pouting.
“But please, do not call me a divine being.‘Guide’is fine.”
Yanarym let the details sink in.
As the voice had said, the original owner of this body had been an actress—not a protagonist, not even an anti-hero, but merely an extra. A background character with little to no exposure. She had debuted five years ago but was still stuck in minor roles, forever branded a rookie. Her biggest problem wasn’t her stagnant career, however—it was her complete lack of money.
“Wow, we’re the same,” Yanarym muttered to herself. “I died broke, and now I’m alive again... still broke.”
In the story, she was an unimportant actress whose meager talent fees weren’t enough to survive on. Still, the Original continued acting, because it was the only thing she believed she could do.
Her sister, Yarisa—her only family—lay comatose in a hospital, sustained by machines. But because Yanarym was only a minor character, as soon as she fulfilled her role as an extra—a little villainess who made Alyana’s life a little complicated—her story ended in tragedy: a car accident.
She would die without ever saving her sister.
Her wish was to send Yarisa abroad for surgery, believing it might bring her back, for them to be a happy family again.
"Yanarym, are you alright?”Guide-sama asked, its tone as robotic as ever. It could read her thoughts, but not her feelings.
“Oh, yes,” she replied quickly, snapping out of her thoughts. “I was just wondering how I’ll ever earn that much money.”
Guide didn’t respond.
Its mission was simple: to find the perfect world for Yanarym. She had died in a life where she had never truly felt sadness or happiness. She hadn’t believed in love or human connection. She had lived like a shell, a body with no soul.
"Yanarym, you are very disconnected. You need to connect, no matter how long it takes. Even if we must travel through a hundred worlds, I will fulfill your wishes.”
“Sorry, but what do you mean?” she asked. Was she not supposed to be the one fulfilling wishes?
Guide fell silent, leaving her in confusion. Fulfill her wishes? What did that even mean?
“What are you doing here? GET OUT!”
Yanarym was jolted from her thoughts by a man storming into the dressing room, slamming the door behind him. She raised an eyebrow at his lack of manners.
He wore a crisp white button-up shirt that clung to his lean, sexy physique—not overly muscular, but undeniably attractive.
He was tall, with the build of a supermodel. His fair skin was smooth and well-groomed. Though black-tinted shades hid his eyes, his beauty was obvious—his sharp nose, his perfectly sculpted lips, naturally red and kissable.
Wow, she thought, staring at him, mesmerized.
