CHAPTER 01
A system prompt? Why can I see that? More importantly…
‘Are you insane? How could you say something like that to a child?!’
As I clamped my mouth shut, the system prompt appeared again.
[Stage 3: (Coldly, while shaking off the child’s hand) Who told you to come into my bedroom?]
‘Damn it…’
I squeezed my eyes shut and reopened them, then gently took the child’s hand and pulled it away. I couldn’t bring myself to push her off harshly.
“……!”
Even that small action sent a sharp pain through my chest.
I held my breath and barely managed to put on a cold expression.
“Who told you to come into my bedroom?”
“I-I was just worried… I-I’m sorry. It was m-my fault.”
The child hung her head, looking crushed.
[Stage 3: (Irritated) Get out.]
“G… Get out.”
“…Okay.”
She trudged out of the room with slumped shoulders.
Just watching her small back made my heart ache even more.
I wanted to run after her and hug her right away.
Click.
She struggled to open the heavy door and left.
I waited until I could no longer hear her footsteps before leaping out of bed.
“What the hell is going on?!”
I threw open the terrace doors and rushed outside.
A grand, old-fashioned mansion. The imperial palace far in the distance. Everything looked familiar.
“I’m not back in the original world…”
I clearly sacrificed my life to save my comrades.
Just like the original story’s ending.
So I should be seeing polluted air and high-rise buildings everywhere… Why is everything the same?
‘Don’t tell me… the novel didn’t end?’
A chill ran down my spine.
Just the thought gave me goosebumps. This cursed trainwreck of a novel didn’t end?
No way. I definitely saw the words:
–The End–
As I fell into darkness with the Demon King.
Then what was with that “Stage 3” prompt just now?
“……”
A foreboding sense crept in from somewhere.
I shook my head hard, trying to chase off the ominous thoughts.
‘No, I must’ve imagined it in my sleep. Yeah, that’s it!’
The childish-titled fantasy novel “I Became the Hero Who Saved the World” had reached its perfect ending.
That wasn’t just my wishful thinking—it was a fact.
“Then what the hell happened?”
I was ruffling my hair in frustration when—
“…Huh?”
Platinum blonde? But my hair used to be a common dark brown…
Wait a sec, doesn’t this feel familiar?
Waking up in a strange place → In a completely different body → Me panicking.
‘Oh, crap. It’s exactly the same!’
This situation perfectly mirrored when I first transmigrated into that damned novel.
“D-Don’t tell me… I transmigrated again?”
My brain was in chaos.
It’s not like I have some freakish habit of body-hopping. How can this happen twice?
On top of that…
“The original story ended. How can I transmigrate again?!”
I tossed aside the fine, wavy strands of hair and held out my hand.
“Undine.”
Bubbles of water started to rise from my palm.
‘At least my spirit magic still works.’
Soon, as if passing through a wall, a tiny head popped out above my palm like a ghost.
– Yaaawn… Adel, why’d you wake me up so early? I barely slept… sle—sle…*
Mid-yawn, Undine’s eyes shot open.
Her already-large eyes grew wide enough to take up half her face.
– W-Wait, you’re not Adel! But this mana… it’s definitely Adel’s? Suspicious human! Reveal yourself!
“It is me, Adel. I think I transmigrated again.”
– Transmigration?! You mean forbidden soul transfer magic?! You think I’ll believe that?! You monster! What did you do to our Adel?! Give her back!
“You always said you could recognize me, even if I switched bodies with a monster. Undine, I’m hurt.”
Undine, who had been zipping around angrily, suddenly froze mid-air. Her giant eyes welled up with tears.
– It’s Adel! Adel!! You’re alive! You’re alive!! Waaaah! I’m sorry! I’ll never annoy you again! Don’t die on me ever agaaaiiiinnn!
She grabbed my hair and burst into tears.
“Cry it out, then explain. What the hell happened?”
Undine sniffled, tilted her head, and rubbed her eyes.
– Huh? What do you mean? You don’t remember?
“I do. I died with the Demon King.”
– And after that?
“How would I know? I was dead.”
Undine’s eyes wavered.
But she held back her tears and continued.
– You got sucked into the ground with the Demon King. We thought you’d find your way out… but no matter how long we waited, you didn’t. Then suddenly, your mana just vanished.
“And?”
– We still believed you were alive. Because the spirit contract was still intact. But then… the King declared you were dead.
“Ah…”
– The contract remained because your soul was still alive. But humans aren’t like spirits—without a body, they’re as good as dead. That’s what we were told.
Undine started crying again.
– Do you have any idea how we felt watching you choose death with the Demon King?! Why’d you do it?! Why did you die?!
Because that’s how the original story ended.
I had no choice but to follow it. That was the only way to return to my original world.
Or so I thought.
– Adel, did you hate us that much? Were we that annoying? Please say we misunderstood…
It seemed Undine had taken my last words—“It was miserable being with you all. Let’s never meet again”—to heart.
“Don’t take it the wrong way. I wasn’t talking about you guys.”
– Then who? The Demon King?
No. That damned author of this cursed novel.
The one who dragged me from my normal life into this garbage fantasy.
The bastard who punished me with pain whenever I disobeyed the prompts.
There’s not enough cursing in the world to vent my rage at him.
“There’s some lunatic… Anyway, is that all you had to tell me?”
– Huh?
“Nothing else happened? No major incident? World-ending disaster or something?”
– Huh? Why would the world end?
‘Because this is a novel world and the original story is over!’
I swallowed those words down and forced a smile. Undine’s cheeks flushed.
– Um… Adel, maybe you should look in a mirror.
“Why?”
– Just… trust me.
Steam rose from Undine’s head, like water boiling—her spirit-specific way of expressing she was smitten.
Only then did I feel something was off.
She had never reacted like this before, even when I slayed magical beasts.
“Undine, get me a mirror.”
– Okay! Over there!
What I saw in the mirror looked nothing like the hero version of myself.
A small face with porcelain-white skin and a sharp nose.
Lips soft and plump, drawing the eye.
Long, luscious platinum-blonde hair and deep navy eyes like a handcrafted porcelain doll.
Slender build with a tiny waist—completely different from my former 178 cm, muscular frame.
‘How can a person look like this? There’s not a single flaw.’
Even the nails were pretty, though a bit long.
I was admiring my hands when it happened—
That damned phenomenon I thought I’d never see again flashed before my eyes.
[Ding!]
[Even though Part 1 is over, the story continues! Thus begins Part 2! Welcome to “I Became the Saint Who Saved the World!”
You are now supporting character: Adrienne Ivrante.
Basic rules are the same as Part 1, with some additions to be revealed later.
So, to you who perfectly completed Part 1 (“I Became the Hero Who Saved the World”): Let’s dive into Part 2—until the day “I Became the Saint Who Saved the World” reaches its conclusion! Let’s go hard!]
I wasn’t wrong.
“I Became the Hero Who Saved the World” was over.
But the real problem was…
‘They wrote a Part 2 for this cursed mess?!’
I collapsed to my knees.
“…I’ve been played.”
