I Thought It Was a Common Transmigration - Chapter 1

The majestic strains of the pipe organ spread out in concentric circles.

On both sides of the Virgin Road, guests in colorful robes filled the seats, and the whole ceremony was filled with solemn dignity.

In terms of formality, it was as perfect as a duke’s wedding.

However, there was no wedding-like joy or bustle to be seen anywhere.

‘I think it would be more appropriate to call it a funeral.’

It really is.

Both the groom’s guests and the bride’s guests have dark faces.

‘Please control your facial expressions, no matter how uncomfortable you feel. Am I the only one who can do this?’

I have to walk into the middle of this frozen ceremony and stand next to a man who will kill me.

“Now, Edith Riegelhoff, please come in.”

The priest who did not know whether he had come to officiate at a wedding or to attend a funeral mass ordered my entrance grimly.

I had practiced all day yesterday, rehearsing in my head, but I couldn’t help feeling nervous.

I walked slowly forward, kicking the hem of my dress with my toes, just as I had practiced with all my strength to prevent an accidental fall.

But the skirt is not the problem with the wedding dress I am wearing.

My breasts…… I mean, I know my breasts are big and beautiful, but they are too exposed.

This is the first time I am wearing it, and I think something is missing to cover my chest.

‘No matter how good a sensual dress is, isn’t it a bit too much on a wedding day?’

As if I was not the only one who thought so, the glances that looked at me clearly contained negative emotions; disgust, contempt, disrespect, or lust.

I walked over to the man who will one day slit my throat, cutting through the heavy air that I couldn’t even feel the flakes of favor.

Of course, he didn’t even look at me. To him, I must be like a curse or punishment given to him.

‘Whoa, I didn’t fall down anyway. Step one is clear.’

I bent my knees and bowed my head slightly towards the priest to show my courtesy and breathed a sigh of relief.

The priest nodded his head indifferently and began to recite a prayer of blessing.

“All things in the world praise you, my God, Hershan. I bless you both, beautiful man and woman, who today will build a happy and warm family in the arms of the Creator today……”

Well…… I don’t think I will ever be able to create a happy or warm future with this man.

In this situation, knowing that a man who hates me is going to slit my throat, it’s extremely unclear whether I’ll be able to get either a “happy or warm family” or a “future”.

But there is no way for me to deny or avoid this situation beforehand.

When I opened my eyes, I was in the body of a woman who was going to get married in a week.

How crazy the process was, too.

***

Misfortune never comes alone.

That’s what happened that day.

“Soo-na! I told you not to do this!”

“Yes? This is senior Yeong-eun’s—”

“I’m sorry, manager. Soo-na still hasn’t gotten the hang of Excel, and I’ll make sure she gets it right.”

Ahn Young-eun, who had done all kinds of bad things just because she was a senior who came a year ahead of me, blamed me for her mistakes.

Manager Park, who printed out a messy Excel spreadsheet, gave me a harsh look and nagged me for a long time before going back.

I looked at Young-eun with a confused expression on my face, but she sat down in her seat as if tired without even looking at me.

– How long is Ahn Young-eun going to live like that?

– I don’t know.

– Ugh…… she’s been cursing since morning. Soo-na, cheer up!

My coworker cheered me up via messenger, but it didn’t give me much strength.

Maybe it was because I saw her going to buy coffee with Young-eun at the end of lunchtime.

I was in a bad mood, but this is such a common thing that I thought it was just bad luck, and I deserved it.

It was Friday, and I had a date with my boyfriend after work.

But it wasn’t until after work that I got a message from my boyfriend canceling our date.

– Baby~ I got the weekend shift and will be working overtime today. I’m sorry ㅠㅗㅠ See you next week. I’ll buy you something tasty ♡

Aside from not being able to see him all weekend, I was upset to hear that my boyfriend, who had been suffering from overtime lately, had to work through the weekend.

If I hadn’t stopped by X Mall, the meeting place today, I wouldn’t have seen my boyfriend holding hands with another woman……

I stared blankly at their backs as they walked away, and only after they were completely out of sight did I take out my phone and text him.

– Speaking of working overtime, the woman you’re holding hands with must be your boss at work. You two look like you’re really working hard. Just bury your bones at work and don’t contact me in the future!

Even when I witnessed my boyfriend cheating on me with my own eyes, strangely, it didn’t seem like my hands were shaking or I was going to cry. Actually, I wasn’t even mad.

Perhaps I was unconsciously expecting such a breakup.

‘Cause I’m not worthy of him……’

He is a sincere man who grew up in a wealthy family and works for a fairly large company. He is a good-looking man, moderately tall, kind, and educated.

Unlike me, who comes from a poor family and tries hard not to show that I have no money, he is a man who is comfortable with a simple lifestyle.

I am grateful that such a man treats me kindly, but at the same time, I could not help thinking, “Until when will this go on?”

And that “when” is today.

‘I’m out of money. This weekend, I’ll have to pay for a lot of novels in the cart and read them.’

Thinking about it that way made me feel a little better.

It’s my pleasure to read Rofan (romance fantasy) novels before going to bed. Even if I don’t have enough pocket money, I have to open one free chapter a day or wait for it.

When I thought I could save money to meet an imaginary man and pay for some novels in the cart, my steps back home became lighter in an instant.

But it was just my mistake that I thought the bad things of the day ended there.

“What are you doing now? Hurry up and come here, you punk!”

“Huh? Oppa?”

My older brother was waiting in front of the door to my studio next to the steep stairs in a shabby multi-family house.

Before I could even get close, the smell of alcohol made my body stiff.

“Hey, give me whatever money you have.”

“What? I don’t have any money.”

“You have a card! Get some cash on hand and give me some!”

“Oppa, did you gamble again……?!”

“Oh, damn it, you babble a lot! Who are you to nag me, your savior, who kept you alive so far?!”

I was deafened by my brother’s sudden shout, but I was more anxious about whether there was someone next door or maybe listening to this.

‘Will that savior excuse haunt me until I die?’

Under the pretext of giving me–who had leukemia–a bone marrow transplant thirteen years ago, my older brother always shamelessly asked me for money.

I don’t know how much I thought it would have been convenient if I had died without a bone marrow transplant at that time.

Even more so today.

I tend to forget bad things quickly, but I’m tired of this situation repeating itself.

“No. Do you know how much money you borrowed from me? Pay it back and ask for a loan!”

“What? This damn bitch!”

My brother slapped me on the cheek.

There was a flash of light in front of my eyes and my ears were deaf. I felt a strange sensation as if I was floating in the air.

‘Oh, there are stairs behind me……’

The moment I thought that, immediately after, I rolled down the stairs and hit my head hard somewhere at the end of the stairs.

That was my last memory as a Korean woman in her twenties, Choi Soo-na.

***

I felt as if I had been asleep for a long time.

I slowly regained consciousness and realized that I was not dead.

I opened my eyes, thinking that I was in a hospital, but I saw a scene that could never be a hospital.

‘Princess’ room…?’

It was a room similar to the Palace of Versailles that I had seen on the internet.

Besides, I didn’t feel any pain in my body, which should have been broken or at least badly bruised. No, I even felt more energetic than usual.

‘What? How long have I been unconscious?’

When I got up from the bed, thick reddish-brown hair flowed down my shoulders.

After suffering from leukemia, my hair was thin and I had never dyed it.

With fine hair in my hands, I was stunned, and someone knocked on the door.

“It’s Sophia, my lady.”

“Sophia?”

“I’m coming in.”

Then the door opened and a young woman with a slightly scary look came in with a copper washbasin on something like a tray.

Her clothes look like the maid’s clothes that cosplayers often wear.