I was obviously hit by a truck and died, but when I opened my eyes, I woke up as an eagle. While I was adjusting to my new life, I happened to encounter Theodore, the final villain in the original novel, in the forest. ... more>>

I tried to ignore him somehow so as not to lose the new life I had been fortunate enough to gain, but…

“Thank you for coming.”

The man who hated everything and would set the world on fire was sweeter than I thought.

“I was a little lonely, you see.”

He was a man who could not be ignored and thrown away.

In the end, while trying to save him, I got hit in the wing by an arrow.

“Come with me. My name is Theodore. If you go to my palace, I will give you a pretty name too. And punish those who betrayed me and hurt you. Just be patient.”

Suddenly, I ended up entering the imperial palace.

However…

“You always say pretty things with that pretty mouth. When will you stop being so lovable?”

It was a big problem because the final villain kept trying to hypnotize me. <<less

After dying at the age of 30, I was reincarnated as the childhood friend of the male lead in a romance-fantasy novel.... more>>

The catch? That friend is a background character doomed to die young at 18 due to illness.

In the novel, the male lead develops trauma after the death of his childhood friend and goes on to reject the frail female lead—only to eventually fall in love with her and live happily ever after.

But why, out of all people, did I have to be that childhood friend?

Dying early was tragic enough, but leaving someone with lifelong trauma? That was something I definitely wanted to avoid.

I had no choice. Since things turned out this way, I’d have to make full use of the reincarnator’s virtue.

Plan A: Don’t get close to the male lead.

“Young master, if you become friends with me, you’ll definitely regret it.”

“I’ll never regret it.”

“…You just dropped the honorifics.”

“Friends are supposed to speak casually.”

My timid attempt evolved into a bold stance, but my stubbornness ended in utter failure.

Plan B: Run away before I die, so he doesn’t suffer a shock.

I did run away, but—

“Shit. Why am I not dying…?”

Something was definitely going wrong. <<less