Killing the Possessor - Chapter 12
“…Skilled immigrant, investment immigrant, marriage immigrant?”
I couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh at such a painfully realistic set of requirements.
No, honestly, none of these were even remotely possible!
“Logically speaking, there’s no way I could do any of that in fifteen days… First, just tell me how to renew my residence permit, okay?”
I pleaded, but no matter how long I waited, the message window didn’t change. I swallowed my rising anger and gritted my teeth as I asked,
“Then what about other methods?”
But it seemed the system had lost its will to respond entirely, as the message window disappeared completely. The only thing left was the small D-15 that I had seen earlier.
[D-15]
“…You said to do my best, but how can I try to do my best without any useful information?!”
[—.]
“Hey!”
[—.]
“Ughhh!”
Once again, I found myself clutching the blanket and screaming in frustration.
* * *
They say that even if you enter a tiger’s den, you can survive if you keep your wits about you.
Even though I was stuck in this possessor hell, I believed that if I used the information wisely and planned carefully, there would surely be a way out.
“First, what I need to do.”
With grim determination, I grabbed a pen and began writing a list. I had never followed through on my study plans back in school, but this time, with my life on the line, I had to make sure to follow through.
“Marriage.”
I let out a laugh as I looked at the bold letters I had written. In Korea, I avoided discussing marriage during family gatherings, but now, here I was, being forced into it.
“50 trillion… There’s no way I can gather that.”
Honestly, if it was 5 billion, I might have considered it—just a tiny bit of hope. Of course, in reality, 500 million would be a struggle, but in novels, characters often bring their businesses from Earth and become wealthy.
But 50 trillion? Forget it. I’ll just have to give up. I don’t even know if that’s a feasible amount for an individual in a place with such limited infrastructure.
I was the type to quickly give up on hopeless things.
“The fame across the entire continent, too. What’s with the requirement that even children on remote islands need to know your name?”
It seemed there was only one option, but they threw in two more to make it look like there were choices. It was like a death sentence with a few extra steps, but oddly, it made my determination grow. Even if I couldn’t finish the game, I would somehow survive in this reality.
“Candidates.”
Now, who were the targets I had to make sure to succeed with in this dating simulation?
“Black hair, green hair, silver hair.”
I wanted to write down their names in a stylish way, but I couldn’t remember them, so that was out of the question. With my dopamine-soaked brain, memorizing the characters’ names was close to impossible.
“It’s okay. I’ll remember once I hear their names again.”
I’ll just get more information from Hongik Ingan when I see them again. I couldn’t remember the names, but I roughly remembered the details from the book.
I moved my pen and began organizing the first candidate.
“Black hair. He’s the prince.”
Coincidentally, he was the ex-boyfriend of the person I possessed.
“He’s not the perfect guy, but he’s a true romantic when you get to know him. But… will this even work?”
I had slapped him and caused a public drama, but is there a chance?
Thinking back to the original story, eventually, he does end up all in for the female lead, but he was seriously torn when it came to Camilli Mute, his ex.
At the time, I cursed him a lot, but now that I was Camilli, it didn’t seem like the worst thing. He might even be the most promising of the three candidates.
“Second, green hair. The priest.”
I remember he was a pretty high-ranking priest. Well, he was one of the male leads.
I didn’t recall much about him, which likely meant he didn’t have a huge impact. But considering the possibilities, he was second place right after the prince, so I should pursue him too.
“Lastly, silver hair. Public Security Investigator.”
I stared at the words for a moment.
“…”
Without hesitation, I crossed the name.
