It has officially been 4 months since I was born. I can fully understand the language they speak although that is probably just because of my mature subconscious. It was how I learned that I am actually a premature baby. Born only 7 months into my mother's pregnancy due to some complications. My god's doing, I must say. It was a tough start but somehow, I lived. And I'm already exhausted.
Through those times, I contemplated on my situation and cursed that forsaken god without a single day's rest for putting me up with this role, surely there was something at least a bit better than this. One that isn't hailed in poverty. I don't mind being sickly, so long as I was rich because then I could afford to be medicated. Now as I sit here with my freshly changed nappy, I contemplated even more. There's no way I'm letting this unfortunate set up of a role stop me from plotting my revenge.
The question is:
How the hell am I supposed to save the world when my unfortunate death is within three chapters of meeting the protagonist?
The answer is simple. I will just have to survive my death and somehow change my role.
In this still toothless form, I could just feel myself laughing excitedly with this brilliant plan of mine. Though, admittedly this isn't going to be as easy as a walk in the park. I looked around at my messy home. It's certainly not a place fit to be raising a child in.
There is trash all over the ground and it is so small that there is not even a bathroom and the only thing you can ever call a room is the curtain covering my parent's bed . A small chest for all the clothes, an old bookshelf with mostly empty shelves and a few books, a small dusty table in the middle of the place that's near my makeshift crib besides the window, the kitchen that is just by the one door we have at the entrance and a food cabinet sitting by the corner. My father is just on his bed asleep and my mother prettying herself up in front of the mirror as she hums a croaky lullaby for me. The moment my character was born, she was never cut out for a good life.
"I'll get going now, just go to sleep when you get hungry alright?", bid's goodbye the poor whore as she kissed me on my forehead and then went on her way out to work. Sigh. My mother seems to be the kind of a covetous ebullient fool, and I guarantee it.
But I must not get sidetracked, this is yet another important life for plotting revenge, the most important. I have done this plenty of times yet I am still very much motivated despite my defeats especially now, considering what is at stake. I've completely sold my soul to the 7th god for this bet. This is the closest I had been directly played since a few thousands of my lifetime outside this direct spotlight. And living while not being able to direct my vengeful plots against my gods was horrendous.
In the past, I was paralyzed from hacking them because they had every control over us. So this time is a privilege since I bargained! The 7th 's blessings will not have an effect on choices I make and he doesn't know I am the reincarnate. Since the story is already set, I wouldn't have to go through half of what I usually went through in my pasts. This is the most sane story I have ever encountered for the last few thousands of my lifetimes which is even more the reason why I cannot afford to lose. I am not wasting this opportunity.
In order for me to save this story, I have to get close to the protagonist and give him the happy ending he deserves. Basically, saving the protagonist is also saving this world and therefore my freedom. They play mini plays often, but the main star play happens once in an eternity. It is by luck that the current main is a saner story.
This main is set like an otome game where every choice is already given by the system and that in their agreement will remain unchanged throughout until the ending. But considering that gods are the ones playing it, there's little room for sympathy in their choices. The mini plays aren't set stories so you can imagine the hell they can put you through with whatever they can come up with.
As long as they play their roles, the story will flow as it should. Which is also another reason why I have to change my original role to not mess it up because the only thing that can be changed, is the ending and subplots which would then connect with the main plots. And the other reason being that only the protagonist can change the original plots of the storyline through his fate choices. If I were to do it myself, they'd know that I am the reincarnate and my cover will be blown and I'd be severely punished, then I won't be able to execute my plans anymore.
Since I can't interfere with that, I'll just have to influence the protagonist for the change. That is…if he's strong enough to chose it by himself without his god's influence. The choices for the picks presented to the gods depends on the character anyway, so in a way, I am manipulating his choices.
Changing roles sounds easy enough, as long as you're not the one going through it without any suspicion from those pesky gods. Luckily, my next character is a minor character and not one of the mains, so she isn't a good pick. When I tell you that they give the 7th god the worst options, they do give him the worst options because, what the hell is this. The one-time romance of the protagonist who'll die three chapters in as his character. They clearly don't want him to be part of the play.
Shit…
I have so much to do, it's a headache. I need some gelidity, if I could puff a cigarette right now, I would. But for now, I must focus on my survival.