I sold my soul for money.
After all, for a poor ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) orphan with a decent head on their shoulders, that was the only way to succeed.
By the time I had amassed tens of billions before even hitting thirty, I truly felt like I owned the world...
And now? Now, having lost it all, I spend my days holed up in my room browsing the internet. The fact that I don’t even find that so bad anymore—that’s the real problem.
Click-clack, click-clack.
Today, like always, I was wasting time surfing the web when I stumbled across an interesting CYOA.
If you know what the “pill debate” is on internet forums, you’ll get the idea. If you could choose just two from a lineup of superpower pills, which would you pick?
Teleportation? Invisibility?
From those quick balance games to full-on imaginary life planning under the assumption that you've reincarnated—it’s a hobby you enjoy with lighthearted delusion.
‘This one’s got a lot of content. Looks like I’ll be here for a while.’
Gender? Of course female... Background: reality. Nationality: South Korea...
Era? Oh, it even has that. I set it to the 1980s and started looking for something more important.
‘Where’s immortality? Ah, there it is.’
[Immortality: You do not age and live forever. You are immune to all diseases and do not die of natural causes.]
Obviously, I maxed out appearance... and added a bit of superintelligence too.
‘Hmm, can’t risk dying young. It’s the 80s, which means women’s rights and children’s rights are basically nonexistent, so at the very least the environment needs to be good...’
[Chaebol Third Generation: You are born into a conglomerate family. You are significantly more likely to encounter geniuses, wealthy individuals, and elites with top-tier education.]
With the remaining points, I picked traits like persuasion and charm—figured it would help ensure most people wouldn’t just brush me off.
It was a pointless fantasy, sure, but to be honest, it was fun.
I’d lived like a madwoman, chasing success, never really having any hobbies. Games, comics, even those fantasy novels I used to scoff at as cheap pulp fiction—suddenly, I found joy in all of it.
I even started to think, maybe I could live forever.
[Do you really want to reincarnate?]
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In the end, death rendered everything meaningless.
‘What the—? Blood...? Am I coughing up blood?’
Wait. This... is real?
Shit. If I’d known it would be ...
Coughing up blood for reasons I didn’t understand, I suddenly found myself regretting selling my soul for money. A regret that came far too late.
It wasn’t that selling my soul for money was wrong.
I sold it too early. Or maybe too late.
...Should’ve sold it at the peak.
That was my final thought.
I blinked blankly, stunned, in the body of a baby.