A Transmigrator’s Privilege

It’s the era of Transmigration. I was hoping to be reborn as the adorable heroine of a cozy childcare story, showered with love and doted on. Instead, I possessed the worst possible novel. Number one on the “avoid at all costs” list. The undisputed king of frustrating, suffocating angst. I possessed someone inside an infinite time-loop misery-fest novel called: Return Until the World is Saved. In a world where survival difficulty is already S-rank, I didn’t even land as a young lady from a prominent family or anything remotely important. I became an extra, Aillet, the young daughter of a household servant in the Count’s manor. But even so… it wasn’t all bad. We are poor, but it’s a happy life between a kind brother and a good father. I even made a best friend who matches my tastes perfectly, something I never had the time or luxury to build in my previous life. Even the gods of the Transmigration Management Bureau are openly fond of me. I’m living a life full of confidence. On top of that, I accidentally bought the ‘After-Life Insurance’ full package just before my death. The perks kicked in, I leveled up with the high-speed growth buff, and diligently destroyed the original plot. Thanks to plenty of special privileges, I came to give satisfaction for all the frustrated readers of the original work. And then— “You wiped your face with your dirty hands.” “…….” “Don’t be surprised. It’s because I have an obligation to be kind.” And then, there’s the protagonist who is still nothing more than a handsome pushover, Thesilid. ‘Why is he being this crafty with me?’