Chapter 167 - THREE PROLOGUE

A three-stories wrecked structure-building was abandoned in the middle of nowhere, the place was eerie with the background of tall trees that were rustling and making sounds. Strong winds and hard rain were pouring outside and the raindrops got through the big wide open windows that had no covers. The floor was wetted by the rain and it's dripping from the above floor to downstairs. Scraps, metals, and a lot of garbage things that can be labeled as useful were around on the lower floor. 

On the third floor, at the center, five men with hooligan features were gathering on a small table. They were drinking some cheap branded alcohol while talking to each other, exchanging erotic stories that they personally encountered. Some were using cigarettes as their stimulator for keeping themselves alive in the dark place where a single large lamp was the only source of light and was placed on the table. 

Near them, countless children around three to fifteen years old were shivering from their damp-dirty light clothes. Hugging each other was the only solution that could come up just to feel the warmth in this cold weather. None of them were making sounds or movements, too scared to get one of the five men getting irritated at them. Just like what happened to one of them, she sneezed three times, making the leader so mad because of the sudden sound she made. 

On the second floor where there was only pitch-black surrounding, you needed to adjust your eyesight to see clearly what was around. The bulk man dragged a small girl who was struggling from his grip, crying and begging that she was wrong and won't do it again. 

On the corner of the floor, a big blue drum has been overflowing with water. An orange molded pipe was sending water to the drum coming from the rain. The bulk man did not hesitate to lift the girl's body and throw it inside the giant drum which was taller and bigger than the girl's physique. The little girl did big movements, she started to scratch the bulk man's hands that made him cuss at the girl and pushed her more deeply into the drum. 

After some moments of struggling the girl stopped moving. The bulk drunk man noticed her body becoming lighter. 

Yanarym opened her eyes widely. She felt like a burning pain in her lungs, she desperately wanted to gasp for air. Her head was muddy from the feeling of suffocation. She raised her hands to reach out for something that could pull her out from the water. But before so, she was lifted out of the water and was thrown to the hard ground. 

She desperately gasped for air feeling that her chest was tightening, clutching her heart. She coughed and all of the water entered her lungs. 

'What… the… fuck?' 

"You shut the fuck up little bitch and stay here!" She heard the drunken hoarse voice of the man. It made her look up but was too dark to see the man's face or expression. She can only see its dark huge physique that can be seen as a silhouette in the pitch-black place. 

The big figure started to walk away swaying his body up. Yanarym stared at the cold, damp, rough, and solid ground not being able to stop her coughing. Her nose was burning from inhaling some water earlier, and her throat was hurting from coughing and vomiting the water she had taken. The sensation of drowning still lingers into her nerves. 

Guide-sama: "Are you okay Yanarym?" 

"I almost died after I died, do you think I am okay?!" She huffed at Guide-sama, and it sounded like she was crying. Minutes of gasping air to fill her lungs trying to calm herself from the adrenaline rush. 

Guide-sama: "Your status is stabilizing. I think you're fine." 

"Just---just give me the plot please." She sat up from lying down on the floor and shook her head feeling hopeless about how Guide-sama was handling her situation. 

After all, Guide-sama is a divine being. Maybe it doesn't know pain or near-death experiences. Well, for her, she experienced death twice already, actually, it's the third time. It's just she did not feel the pain when she first died. 

Every time she wakes up she just feels the aftermath of her recent death. Now, she's worried about how she will die in this world. 

Guide-sama: "I will deliver you the plot but it's not needed now. You were years early before the story began." 

"Huh? Why is that?" 

Guide-sama: "It's because you wanted to be strong in a modern era."

"...this looks worse than the ancient era. I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF I'M A BEGGAR OR SOMETHING! LOOK AT ME!" Exclaiming that fact she looked at her arms. It was so thin and weak, her body was like undergoing some anorexia state. She was so small and her stomach felt empty. 

How can she be strong in this body? While the environment, does she have to describe? Nevermind! This Guide-sama says that he'll fulfill her wishes but every time he does it's the worst way possible to make it come true! 

She remembered her past life when she was buying some stuff on an online shopping site. The description was good and the illustration was better, but when she received the parcel, the expectation versus reality showed up right in front of her eyes. Those online sellers are scams! And Guide-sama feels like one too! 

Guide-sama: "...delivering the plot..." 

The original owner of this body came from the fifth generation of a rich family. Her father was following her grand and great-great-great-grandfather in terms of making it big in the business industry. They were listed as one of the richest families in the world. She has two more brothers, one is older and one is younger.

She was kidnapped at the age of five.. It was family day at her older brother's school, that was when tragedy began.