In her previous life, Ha-eun was feared, respected, and envied. The world called her a genius—too smart, too fast, and far too powerful for her own good. Her so-called allies smiled at her during the day… and plunged a knife into her back at night.
"Ha-eun… you were always too dangerous," her most trusted friend whispered, before pushing her into the pit of corpses.
She died. Cold. Alone. And angry.
But the gods? Oh, they weren't done with her yet.
Ha-eun gasped as air rushed into her tiny lungs. Her eyes snapped open to an unfamiliar ceiling made of wood and straw. Her small hands shook as she sat up.
"Wait… my hands…? They're tiny?"
She rushed to a cracked mirror in the corner and screamed—well, tried to scream. Her voice came out small and squeaky.
"I'm… eight!?
She looked around the dirty orphanage room filled with snoring kids and moldy sheets.
"So this is reincarnation?" she thought bitterly. "Great. Fantastic. I've been downgraded."
She paused.
"…Wait. Is there a system?"
Just then, a soft chime echoed in her head.
> [Status Window Opened]
Name: Ha-eun
Age: 8
Race: Human (???)
Title: Regressor, Betrayed One, Child of Decay
Level: 1
HP: 90/90
MP: 150/150
Skills:
– Necromancy (Lv. 3)
– Corpse Detection (Lv. 1)
– Death Link (Lv. 1)
Passive:
– Death's Blessing: Undead naturally obey you.
– Cold Immunity: You no longer feel cold.
Hidden Trait: Locked 🔒
She stared blankly at the floating blue screen.
"…Well, this is weirdly convenient."
Her eye twitched when she saw the title "Child of Decay."
"I'm not that stinky…"
But her gaze drifted to the skill list. One in particular stood out.
Necromancy. Level 3.
Already active.
A grin crept onto her small face.
"Oh. Oh, this is going to be fun."