PVCNC 02

Chapter – 02

“Huh?”

What do you mean it started?

I stared blankly into the air like someone whose soul had just left their body.

– Nyangcheol (catxxx): Holy sh*t, they’re finally doing the remake.

↳ somin2 (dksxxx): Wait, does that mean we have to buy all 312 chapters again…? Is this for real?

↳ Nyangcheol (catxxx): Apparently people who bought the original get the whole thing for free.

– Junyoung (junxxx): But if it’s a remake, is the story going to change a lot?? It totally went off the rails before;;

↳ tree0107 (trexxx): The publisher messed things up because of the author’s accident, so it’ll probably change completely from the middle onward.

↳ Soyuni1004 (an0xxx): Yeah, everything after that wasn’t even written by the original author. Anyway, judging by how good the early parts were, my expectations are sky-high lol.

– Owen (dowxxx): I binge-read the original before the remake. Honestly, just don’t read it. Total waste of time.

↳ RomanceFan (sioxxx): Thanks. Dropping it early thanks to you.

↳ AbsoluteUpdates (lakxxxx): LOL what are you, a kid? You’re judging it based on the ghostwriter’s partsㅋㅋ

– Don’tClickMyProfile (bwexxx): (Comment hidden due to spoilers.)

↳ Jjuni (aowxxx): Seriously guys, stop with the spoilers;;

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Hundreds… no, thousands of comment windows floated before my eyes.

“Uh… what?”

The comment windows had multiplied to the point they filled the entire room, almost suffocating me.

Seeing them, I recoiled in disgust.

“D-don’t come closer. Shoo!”

Seriously, what the hell is this?!

Just as I swallowed nervously, another comment window appeared before my eyes.

– ChickenIsTasty (lplxxx): Why did they spend two whole pages showing the villain staring at the ceiling? I almost died of frustration.

↳ Saebyeok (asexxxx): That’s what happens when someone is too shocked.

↳ Jjuni (aowxxxx): Honestly if she just froze and died here the world would be more peacefulㅋㅋㅋ

What?

“I stared at the ceiling for two whole pages?”

But how do these people know that?

Is this some kind of live serialization?

Or does everything I do get written into a novel in the original world?

The flood of meaningless comments made my head spin.

‘More importantly… if I touch these, will I die?’

Judging from the comments, whatever these were, they looked more harmful than helpful.

‘No, wait. That’s not what I should be worrying about.’

I didn’t know why I could see these comment windows.

But judging from the situation and their content, this must be the very beginning of the novel—the prologue.

If I remembered correctly, the prologue of Three Lives Chronicle definitely went like this…

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‘Please… don’t do this…’

Cornered against a dead end wall, Lilia shook her head with tears in her eyes.

‘Move! Why are you protecting that disgusting monster?!’

Wendy screamed as she pulled Lilia away while holding a steel beam from the wreckage.

‘If you want to stand there and die like an idiot, do it alone. Didn’t you see the warning? We live only if that thing dies!’

‘Big sister, but… that’s… that person is…’

‘Does that look like a person to you? If you can’t do it, move. I’ll do it myself.’

Ignoring Lilia’s desperate attempts to stop her, Wendy’s determination remained firm.

As she reached out her hand, the massive bookshelf slowly began to tip over.

‘Mom!’

Toward the sorrowful monster that had lost its original form and become grotesquely twisted.

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The original text resurfaced vividly in my memory.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I pressed myself tightly against the wall to avoid the still-exploding comment windows.

Then—

Thud. Thud. Thud.

A massive vibration echoed through my back against the wall.

A thunderous sound.

It grew louder with each passing second.

Something enormous was approaching.

I instinctively knew.

This wasn’t human.

Looking around, I spotted a broom lying a few steps away.

‘Comments or not… survival comes first.’

Just as I picked up the broom—

BOOM!

[The monster will enter a berserk state in 30 seconds.]

A massive explosion rang out nearby.

A deafening crash.

The wooden door separating the space twisted helplessly.

A gigantic finger brushed aside the shattered wood fragments like they were nothing.

It crushed them as if they were crackers.

A chilling gaze came from the darkness.

It must have found me buried under the debris.

As I forced my stiff neck upward, I saw the thick ankle of a gigantic humanoid monster.

When I raised my gaze further, our eyes met.

—Grrrrrr…

A third eye embedded in its forehead stared at me.

From that amethyst-red eye flowed sticky tears of blood.

The monster Sudra.

A creature that kills every living thing it sees and crushes bodies like toys.

Its enormous frame filled an entire wall.

Green skin covered in bulging veins oozed a thick, slime-like fluid.

Then two messages appeared before me:

[Run away. You…]

[Cannot survive.]

A message declaring Wendy Porcelain’s death sentence.

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After confirming the floating message, I cursed and forced myself up.

“Damn it…”

As I said before, the story of Three Lives Chronicle begins with escaping this thing.

A wooden shard lodged in my shoulder made my skin burn with pain.

But there was no time to hesitate.

Soon, after hearing the commotion, that child would arrive too.

I had to finish this before then.

Raising the broom I held, I shouted at the monster:

“Hey, idiot. I’m right here.”

At my bold voice, Sudra’s third eye spun wildly.

It was probably trying to locate me.

Fortunately, I knew this monster’s weakness.

Sudra has three eyes.

But its field of vision is extremely narrow, making it unable to recognize objects very close to it.

In other words, in a situation like this, fighting head-on was actually safer than running far away.

‘Don’t underestimate someone who finished the novel.’

This is why preparation matters—whether it’s studying or reading novels.

Gripping the broom tightly, I stepped onto the collapsed wooden debris and lightly jumped.

At this point in the story, Wendy was about twenty years old.

Being five years younger must have made my body lighter too.

Holding the broom with both hands, I aimed like a spear.

Standing atop the fallen debris gave me a decent distance.

This was winnable.

With a sharp sound cutting through the air, the broom flew toward Sudra’s third eye.

If I hit it directly, I should at least buy enough time to escape.

That was when—

“Don’t!”

A small white figure suddenly stepped in front of Sudra’s feet, blocking protectively.

The small but forceful voice made Sudra slowly turn in that direction.

I didn’t even need to explain what happened to my attack.

Turning my head, I saw a small child glaring at me with tear-stained cheeks, her pink hair completely disheveled.

“Even if you’re my sister, I won’t forgive you for hurting our nanny.”

The real female protagonist had arrived.

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[The monster’s berserk state has been delayed.]

A brave child standing in front of a monster whose head was bigger than her entire body.

Waist-length soft pink hair.

Clear sky-blue eyes.

My breath caught.

Was it because Lilia looked stronger than I had imagined?

Or because her entrance was slightly different from what I remembered?

No.

It wasn’t something so trivial.

Instead, I felt relief.

At the moment when a vague fantasy I had long imagined became reality—

As if I had known her for a very long time, I softly spoke the familiar name lingering on my lips.

“Lilia.”

At that moment, strong winds blew through the cracked window caused by Sudra’s appearance.

The candle that flickered like it might go out swayed violently.

Her scattered pink hair fluttered like falling petals.

Moonlight shone upon Lilia’s pale face.

And then—

The comments exploded.

– KimWawWaw (hapxxx): Wow… her visuals are insane.

– LiliaBest♡ (yorxxx): Thank you for the illustration.

Was Sudra also confused by Lilia blocking its path?

Though only temporarily, its berserk state subsided.

Lilia didn’t miss the opportunity.

“I saw it! You might not believe me, but that monster is our nanny! The one who loved us, hugged us, and tucked us in every night!”

Tears like jewels streamed down her face as she shouted at me.

Lilia was pure.

A child filled with love and kindness.

Who else could warmly protect a monster that could swallow them whole in a single bite?

She truly was the real heroine—someone worthy of receiving all the love in the world.