IDTRAFTML 01

~Chapter 1~

It was a week before the opening of the second branch, where I had started as a part-time worker and had now become the manager.

I was on my way back after a farewell party with the people I had worked with at the café for nine years.

I was definitely walking on the sidewalk when an SUV came rushing toward me.

Before I could even dodge, my vision turned white, followed by an excruciating pain that pierced through my bones.

“Am I really dying like this? What about my café?”

Even as my consciousness faded on the cold ground, all I could think about was the café I had finally achieved after living fiercely since my orphanage days.

It was heartbreaking and unfair, but all I could do was close my eyes and accept my fate.

Still, once I lost consciousness, it became peaceful and comfortable. At some point, it even felt like I was lying on a soft bed.

“Huh? This doesn’t feel like a dream. This unwavering comfort…”

A strangely cozy feeling made me slowly open my eyes.

What is this? An angel?

I wasn’t sure at first, but the moment I saw the man in front of me, I became certain—this must be heaven.

A man with golden hair and brilliant blue eyes, exactly like the image of an angel.

On top of that, a sharp nose, firm lips, and broad shoulders!

There’s no way such a perfect-looking man exists in reality—he had to be from heaven.

“What are you staring at?”

Oh wow. Even his voice sounds good.

The angel frowned as if making eye contact with me was unpleasant.

But even that felt like a blessing thanks to his deep, attractive voice—unlike anything I’d ever heard.

“Then… I really died?”

But the awe of meeting the handsome angel didn’t last long.

As it sank in that I had died, tears welled up as I thought of the beloved café I left behind in the real world.

“Ha! Are you crying now?”

So the idea that angels are kind was just a cliché. He mocked me as I mourned—definitely not kind.

The fact that I couldn’t even get comfort from an angel made me feel even sadder, and I pulled the blanket over my head.

“Quit the obvious act, Amelie Garnet.”

Amelie Garnet. The unfamiliar name rang in my ears.

There was no one else here but him and me, so that name must be referring to me?

“…Me?”

I poked my face out to check and asked him.

“How tiresome.”

He clicked his tongue as if he didn’t want to hear any more and stood up abruptly.

His gaze now held not only displeasure but outright disgust.

“Don’t summon me through Lysa again. This is your final warning, Amelie Garnet.”
“Lysa?”

Who’s that supposed to be?

My head was full of question marks, but the man stormed out, slamming the door behind him so hard it shook.

“What… is going on?”

Still in a daze, I sat up.

Looking around, the room felt more like one that belonged to a noble young lady than a place in heaven.

“Wait. A noble young lady…?”

A familiar plotline suddenly came to mind. I instinctively jumped out of bed and ran to the mirror.

“No way. This can’t be real…”

I tried to deny it, but in the mirror stood a pretty woman with beige hair and calm, light brown eyes—definitely not my original face.

Things like this only happen in novels—how could this be real?

Still unable to believe it, I touched my unfamiliar face.

Poof!

“Customer! You must be very confused right now, huh?”
“W-what the—!”

There was still more to be surprised about?

As confusion and despair swirled in me, a round-eyed creature suddenly popped out and started talking.

It bowed with one wing resting on its plump belly.

“Nice to meet you! I’m Omok, your possession guide!”
“Possession guide? What’s that?”
“You’re Han Yuna, right?”
“Yes, I’m Han Yuna!”

I never thought I’d be so happy to hear someone call my real name instead of “Amelie Garnet.”

Even the fact that a round-eyed creature was talking didn’t feel that strange anymore.

As I stood there overwhelmed, Omok suddenly put on tiny glasses from who knows where and took on a serious expression.

“I’ve been dispatched from the Romance Fantasy Love Company to guide you, Han Yuna, through the ‘Special Possession Service!’”

What I feared was confirmed by Omok’s words. I had possessed someone in another world.

Instead of being hit by a truck, I got hit by an SUV—but still.

“Our Romance Fantasy Love Company selects clients in a coma and provides them with possession services.”
“So I’m in a coma right now?”
“Yes! But just being unconscious isn’t enough to be eligible for the Special Possession Service. You also need to have no place to go back to and have read at least 100 completed romance fantasy novels.”

Who knew being a hardcore romance fantasy fan would come in handy!

No matter how boring or nonsensical the story was, I always finished it once I started. I suddenly felt proud of myself.

Omok then pulled out something like a remote and pressed a button.

Suddenly, a screen appeared in front of me.

※ Special Possession Service ※
☞ Welcome to Romance Fantasy Love Company♡

“Why is this PPT so tacky?”

A hilariously terrible PPT appeared mid-air.

Judging by how puffed up Omok looked, it must’ve made it itself.

“Were you shocked by your sudden coma? Don’t worry! Romance Fantasy Love Company is here to help!”

Dudung-tak!

With a loud drum sound, the PPT moved to the next slide.

Our Romance Fantasy Love Company is a company made for, by, and of romance fantasy, established to protect the genre… (truncated)

The next slide was even worse. It was so packed with text that I had to shut my eyes.

Omok, overflowing with company spirit, read through the entire thing.

As my face grew more and more sour from the endless company intro and awful readability, Omok suddenly started rapping.

“So! If you’re wondering what makes the Special Possession Service so amazing—”

Ppyororong~

Survive, defeat the villains, and reach the ending!
We will give you a special reward that will change your destiny★

Who the heck taught this thing how to make a PPT? I’m not letting them off easy.

The flashy and obnoxious sound effects with each slide change made me even more curious about Omok’s mentor.

“It’s all about this special reward!”
“So what exactly is the reward?”
“Fufufu. Prepare to be amazed!”

Babam-!

♣ Ending Reward (Choose 1) ♣

1. Wake up in the real world as Han Yuna and make one wish come true (※ Wishes that disrupt world order are forbidden)

2. Live as Amelie Garnet and reach a happy ending in this novel world

The ending reward that appeared with a fanfare was certainly worth boasting about.

If I returned to reality, I could finally open the café I had always dreamed of. And they’d grant a wish? There was no reason to say no.

“Option 1. Definitely option 1.”
“You’ll choose the reward after reaching the ending. You might regret choosing early.”
“No way I’d regret this. It’s basically a cheat choice for me!”
“You might feel differently after living here as Amelie Garnet. Either way, you can’t choose until the ending, so please take your time.”

I wasn’t going to change my mind.

I was confident.

The time I spent happily making coffee and desserts, the boss who trusted me, the café I had earned through effort alone.

Giving that up by choice was out of the question.

“By the way, if you don’t reach the ending, you’ll return to the same unchanged reality.”
“Huh? What do you mean unchanged…”
“You’ll go back to being the comatose Han Yuna—uncertain if you’ll live or die.”

Omok’s surprisingly cold words made my brain freeze.

Comatose Han Yuna. Right—that was my real situation.

I had been so happy to hear there was a way back, but now my emotions were suddenly complex.

“Don’t worry too much. Since it’s a novel you’ve read, and Amelie Garnet plays an important role, it shouldn’t be too hard.”
“…A novel I’ve read?”
“Yes! The Special Possession Service only uses novels the client has read.”
“But I’ve never read this one.”
“That can’t be. Maybe you read it a long time ago and forgot?”

I shook my head. Omok let out a “hmm?” sound, then rummaged through its fur and pulled out a smartphone the size of its body.

Bbyok bbyok, bbyok.

Tiny button sounds, followed by screen swiping.

And then—

“Huh?”

A muttered line filled the large room, clearly signaling that something was wrong.