Lord Baby Runs A Romance Fantasy With Cash - Chapter 1

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At the sound of the alarm, I took handled my phone from my pocket.

Updated UP <I’m a Golden Spoon, but I’m Running Away> has been updated. 

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“Oh, it’s already 6 o’clock.”

<I’m running away, even though I have a gold spoon in my mouth.>

(translator note : a golden spoon refers to having a very privileged and wealthy life, basically like. . . filthy rich, and not having to work for it. . . ya know? Imagine it like. . . a baby being fed their baby food with an unnecessarily fancy, gold carrot spoon. )

The upload time for the new episode is 6 a.m. That means I stayed up all night working.

I rubbed the tight corners of my eyes.

‘Could I even manage to translate everything until Park’s departure?’

Honestly, it was impossible. It was not the amount that I could finish, even the few hours of sleep I got at night.

But…

“Are you giving up now? You should be thankful for writing as someone who has no academic background like you. Tell me any time if you’re unable to fulfill your responsibilities. There are tons of people waiting to replace you.”

I sent a burst of strength to the hand that tightly gripped my phone.

‘Let’s get back to work.’

I was about to come to the convenience store to buy coffee because I thought I would fall asleep. I picked up the cheapest canned coffee.

After paying the bill and leaving the convenience store, I pressed the “Right View” button.

Reading romance fantasy novels brought me happiness ( small amounts ) in my tiresome daily life.

It’s the only thing that brings me joy.

<I can’t live with these brothers and dads no matter how much of a privileged life this is! I need to run away from this house quickly!>

Seeing the heroine’s decision, I punched my stuffy chest.

“No, why would you leave when you have a handsome dad and brother in your privileged and wealthy life? So why would you want to leave that house?”

What about your beautiful (handsome) dad!

What about your (handsome) brothers!

You even were gifted a diamond mine today!

Why are you running away!

It was a well-written episode, although I didn’t agree with the main character. I left a comment at the end, after scrolling and reading the episode’s comments.

<FL, can I be that house’s daughter, instead of you? I could live well without running away. . .>

The number of likes went up at a rapid pace, as if everyone sympathized. Soon it became marked as a “best” comment.

It was at this moment that I was in a good mood, and smiled broadly.

Paaaaaaaang-

A tremendous intensity of light penetrated through the dreary dawn air and penetrated into my view.

I saw flashing headlights and a truck, about the size of a house.

No way, in this cramped alleyway? A truck?

It was even rushing at me at a tremendous speed.

So suddenly?

Gasp-!

Phew! 

‘Yes. All of a sudden.’

That was my last thought.

‘To be exact, it’s the last thought of the <Living Me.>’

I gazed at my body with my arms crossed.

I didn’t even feel sick because I died in such a quick moment. I was still caught up in a daze.

I’m really dead?

Like this?

After all I’ve been through?

The futility surged in. It all felt pointless, useless.

It was then.

[Congratulations! You have a chance to reincarnate!]

I raised my head to the sudden throbbing voice.

Before I knew it, a boy was giggling at the firecrackers against the bright sky.

White hair soft as a cloud, and golden eyes.

A perfectly harmonious face, as if not human. Beauty out of this world, celestial, angelic even.

‘I guess I’m dead. I can see all this heavenly crap.’

[Excuse me? You have a chance to reincarnate. Will you please be a little more happy?]

What are you saying? A chance to reincarnate?

I pondered over his words in silence, and then gulped in a deep breath.

“Did I get hit by that famous fantasy truck?!”

A reincarnation truck.

A legendary truck that reincarnates you into a fantasy world if you get hit.

“I thought it was just a novel.”

[Surely you’ve seen a lot of novels! As expected, you’re the chosen one!]

“Huh?”

[I am a messenger of God, the lion of Aptanes.]

The messenger of God? You are an angel.

You know, the angels, demons, and the devil are the ones who talk to the dead.

Looking in detail, the boy had wings as big as beans on his back.

‘Angels are more frivolous and insignificant than I thought.’

[Aftanes created this world and referred to various things.]

I’m looking at God’s references.

The angel opened his arms as if he were saying something great.

[The most frequently referred to is a romance fantasy novel!]

What?

What are you referring to?

Go on, what do you mean, “Wow, woof”? His words were so bizarre, they felt like they were in another language.

‘I can’t believe you created the world by referring to romance novels!’

Are you out of your mind?

[What do you think? Isn’t it the world for you, the fantasy-romance addict reader? You want to be reborn, don’t you?]

“No, it’s a world created by a crazy god, who would want to go?”

Unconsciously, my turned serious.

The angel waved his arm, and puffed out a golden ball. He is a messenger of God, but rather than sacred, he is awe-inspiring.

[You just said you wanted to do it instead of Yeo-joo! (the FL)]

What?

[It was the best comment ever, and it gave a lot of advice to the main characters.]

“. . . .”

[Laughs to you, novel’s pro-beater!] A world where you refer to a suitable novel! How about it?]

As if it could not be clearer than this, the angel smiled refreshingly and winked.

[Please live and give me stars and comments!]

“. . . .”

Is God really concerned. . . about his angel’s stars and comments?

If I don’t live. . .you’ll get zero stars.

[Come on, if you’ve solved the question, you’ll be reincarnated, right?]

That doesn’t solve the question! On the contrary, my suspicions only grew bigger. This deal. . . is very suspicious.

But. . . I’m dead.

This was a gamble, yet I had nothing to lose, so I decided I would nod my head coolly.

‘Honestly? Yes.’

I’m a romance-fantasy reader.

A very heavy who reads hundreds of books a month.

‘Oh, that’s it, you can do it! Adjusting would be easy.’

There are so many stories as well.

‘What if you were reincarnated from the impoverished state?’

It’s not a waste, but it’s a problem.

What if she turns into a crooked villain?

Or the supporting actor who ends up being used?

[Why are you hesitating?] Didn’t you want to live in a fantasy world instead of here?]

“I don’t just want to live in a fantasy world.”

[Then?]

“I want to be reincarnated in a house with a handsome father and brother, in a wealthy and privileged life, as I said in the comments earlier!”

[*Laughs*, you’re tricky.]

Look at this. Before I changed it, I’m sure I was going to get reincarnated into something weird.

“It’s the basis of romance-fantasy novels.”

[Well, that’s good. You will have a handsome dad and a brother, and I will make you wealthy.]

“And the whole family has to die with me.”

[Hmm…. that’s not the best romance-fantasy I’ve ever read. I didn’t like the story at first… ]

“Why not! Lady Be**”

[Well, like the novel, if you want to start with the whole family dying…]

“No, I’m sorry. That was a slip of the tongue. Please do a good job. . .”

A quick transition is a shortcut to a comfortable life.

[So, that’s enough? You’re reincarnating, right?]

Let’s go to the handsome dad and brother.

That’s exactly what I want.

“Well, but most of the romance-fantasy heroines have special abilities, but they’re also smart.”

[……There are many things you really want.]

I could hear the angel muttering something small as he turned his head.

“Huh?”

[Don’t worry. I’m going to give you a special reincarnation, but I’ll also give you some skills.]

The angel smiled sweetly, but still looks as if he was struggling.

I feel like I’ve sinned, but. . .

‘A reincarnation with a handsome father and a brother and a special ability.’

At this point, it’s like a reward for my hard work, in my dreadful life.

Yeah, I didn’t live a good life, and I’ve had a lot of trouble.

But… finally, the day has come!

“Okay, then. I’ll reincarnate.”

The moment I finished saying my sentence, I felt a sharp stabbing sensation in my heart.

When I looked up in bewilderment, face flushed in embarrassment, the angel grins, and laughs.

A hearty laugh, with the corners of his lips rolled up. The smile isn’t one of an angel. . . rather—.

[Then the contract is made.]

A distinctly different tone rang overhead.

At the same time, a great crack began to form in the air.

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The cracks are so dark that not a speck of light dares to come in.

There is an abyss that simply does not fit in with the angels or gods.

‘Did you. . . say “contract”. . .?”

Anxiety struck.

Isn’t it usually said that God gives grace?

‘Isn’t the contract done by. . .?’

That.

I mean—-.

‘The Devil.’

All the color drained from my face.

“Come on, hold on!”

The black cracks keep getting bigger and bigger and bigger.

Because of that, I shook my hand hurriedly.

“This contract is canceled! Hurray!”

[The contract has already been made, human.]

A completely enlarged crack opened its dark mouth and began to absorb my soul.

It was helpless to try and get out.

I couldn’t stop him from reincarnating like this.

Even so, anything should be done!

“My, my ability……! What is my ability!”

If the demons are deceiving you, aren’t they just going to give you the strangest of abilities?

[Don’t worry, human.]

“I’m worried, you devil!”

[It’s the ability that best suits you.]

“What is the ability that best fits me?”

I was very anxious because I felt like I was being cheated in real-time.

“The ability to be swindled dies, for real!”

[You don’t have to worry. . . because you’re my—]

‘What?’

I didn’t hear what he said at the end. I tried to ask him once again, but my soul was already sucked into the cracks.

And there came the terrible darkness, which felt nothing.

***

‘You swindler devil!’

I rubbed the marble floor with a brush and swallowed my pent-up anger.

‘Where’s my handsome dad?’

My fingers were red because it was in the middle of winter.

‘Where’s my handsome brother!’

I feel like my fingertips are going to fall off, without feeling numb, despite the cold weather.

‘My life of luxury and privilege!’

I flung myself down.

Then a wide hall with no end in sight caught my eye.

A magnificent and dazzling hall, as if it were in an ancient castle, where one would be required to pay an entrance fee.

Ordinary people would have admired it, but I couldn’t.

I have to clean the floor of this spacious hall.

‘It’s not even a dirt spoon, it’s a dust spoon.’

( translator note: referring to a golden spoon, aka: privileged life. )

Tears welled up in my eyes.

Maybe I shouldn’t have reincarnated then.

I hugged my short legs tightly with my short arms.

Even an adult wouldn’t be able to clean up alone, much less now.

I was in a child’s body.

I heard a thunderbolt from behind me, sniffling.

“You’re kidding me! Again?”

I couldn’t look back and fell down reflexively flat.

“Come on, I’m sorry ····!”

My lips trembled and my whole body stiffened.

I didn’t want to be this weak but learned fear is my body.

He encroached on.

“Does such a lazy thing resemble my sister?”

Tut, the sound of a clicked tongue.

As he approached me, he struck the bucket of water with his foot. The bucket fell and rainwater poured down.

The hem of my dress was wet and damp.

“You look like a filthy mouse.”

Cold.

“You’re not even a decent thing.”

It’s cold.

“You can’t even do what you’re told to do.”

I’m lonely.

I couldn’t even squeeze my fists well with swollen hands.

“……wrong.”

I looked up carefully at him.

“Uncle.”

The man who scolds me and curses my mother was not anyone else but my uncle.

The person who ordered this wide hall to be cleaned by a child alone.

No sane person would do such a thing.

Nor was I the only one to clean up this mansion.

Because both this big hall and the huge mansion that holds this hall belongs to him.

“How dare you pretend to be my niece?!”

He got angry. It must have bothered you to have me call you uncle.

“The Marquis. . .”

He quickly corrected the title, and he went and snorted.

“You should know your subject.”

Shiny, greasy feet pressed against my shoulders.

The child’s body could not bear the weight and collapsed.

“This is why your father abandoned you.”

I could not groan and listened to his abusive language.

“Well, maybe she’s the real duke’s daughter.”

A word, a word stuck in my young heart like a thorn.

“My sister, but your mother must have been frivolous.”

A mother I’ve never seen before. And yet, my uncle speaks ill of my mother.

My nose was watering and my stomach grew sour.

“There’s nothing strange about having other children.”

No!

“There might be another one besides you. Because she’s that kind of girl.”

My mom’s not that kind of person!

“Who are you staring at!”

With the shouting, the foot, which was weighing on the shoulder, was tightened.

“Hush. . . “

My face was plunged into the cold marble floor. Soapy bubbles mixed with dust and gray fluid soaked my cheeks.

I bit my lips tightly and swallowed a cry. If you cry, you’ll get in more trouble.

When I was born again, I thought about it while looking at a colorful and beautiful house.

I would be born in a good house.

I didn’t know what my family’s gonna be like.

Well, at least you won’t spend the winter in fear of freezing to death.

Survival is not the biggest problem, but you will live a life.

Then you’ll be able to experience many things.

Maybe you can have a dream.

Maybe you’ll be loved.

You can grow up to be a healthy, bright, warm child, as you don’t know about misfortune in a harmonious family.

Maybe, maybe like the heroines in the novels. . . you will have a happy ending.

I’m excited.

I have hope for life, expectations for my future.

My heartbeat because it was so dark that I had it.

But.

“Daddy?”

Everything was an illusion.

That position wasn’t mine.

I know the main character of this world.

The girl, who put her head out of the open door, covered her lips.

It was a lovely child with bright, coveted blond hair.

“What are you doing there?”

If the world was in a novel, it must have a heroine.

One child.

Asked my cousin, Clattie, with an angelic face.

***

DUN DUN DUNNNNNN. . .