DaoistDumpling

  Noah's/???'s POV

  The first thing I became aware of was the feeling of warm sunlight filtering through the rge windows. The second thing was the whispered voices surrounding me.

  My head was pounding. My body felt strangely light—stronger in some ways but smaller in others. And my mind was… foggy, overloaded, and buzzing with too much information.

  Slowly, I cracked my eyes open—

  —only to nearly have a heart attack.

  Towering over me were several massive, bald-headed men, all wearing identical bck suits.

  My instincts screamed at me to RUN.

  What the hell?!

  Before I could even move, the men suddenly lined up beside my bed, their backs straight, their expressions stiff and tense.

  Then, in perfect synchronization, they bowed deeply.

  "Мы приносим свои глубочайшие извинения, мисс Соловьева!"

  (We offer our deepest apologies, Miss Solovyova!)

  I froze.

  My brain stalled.

  That was… Russian.

  They just apologized to me in Russian.

  But how did I—?

  And then, like a dam bursting open, my mind was flooded with memories that weren’t mine.

  I sucked in a sharp breath as information flooded my head. Names. Faces. Facts. Memories. An entire new life crammed itself into my brain all at once, forcing me to relive every single moment as if I had actually lived through them.

  I wasn’t Noah Evans anymore.

  I was Evelina Solovyova.

  And these bald giants were my bodyguards.

  Understanding clicked, and I let out a slow, steady breath, gripping the silk sheets beneath my fingers as I processed.

  They weren’t here to hurt me.

  They were here to protect me.

  Even so, having a bunch of huge, muscur, bald men hovering over my bed like worried mother hens wasn’t exactly comforting.

  "Это была ничья вина." (It wasn’t anybody’s fault.) I said smoothly, the Russian rolling off my tongue as if I had spoken it my entire life. I forced a small, reassuring smile. “I just got dizzy.”

  The bald giants visibly tensed.

  Then, to my absolute horror, they bowed even lower.

  "Мы недостойны вашего прощения!"

  (We are unworthy of your forgiveness!)

  I blinked. Oh, come on.

  I sighed.

  Even though my newly inherited memories told me these men would sooner throw themselves into traffic than let harm come to me, the sight of several huge, bald-headed men groveling beside my bed was… unsettling.

  I waved a tired hand. “Dismissed.”

  The men straightened immediately, nodded once, and then quickly—but silently—marched out of the room.

  I waited until the st one shut the door before slumping back onto my ridiculously soft bed.

  And then, I just y there, staring at the ceiling.

  Processing… Processing…

  Alright. Let’s break it down.

  I was no longer Noah Evans.

  Instead, I was now Evelina Solovyova.

  Who was she?

  - Half-Korean, half-Russian.

  - Born in Korea, raised in Russia.

  - Orphaned st year after her parents passed away.

  - CEO of a massive cosmetics and clothing company.

  - A legitimate business prodigy who doubled the company’s value.

  - Insanely skilled in martial arts.

  - Just turned 17.

  - For some ungodly reason, she transferred to J High.

  I groaned and dragged my hands down my face.

  'WHY?'

  WHY DID SHE TRANSFER TO J HIGH?

  Of all pces, why would she willingly enroll in the single most chaotic school in Lookism?

  That school was a war zone.

  Gangs. Bullies. Underground fight clubs. Absolute nonsense.

  "What the hell was my predecessor thinking?!"

  I sat up, frustrated, and finally took a good look at my surroundings.

  The bedroom was ridiculously massive—bigger than my entire old apartment. The walls were a soft white and gold, and everything screamed money.

  Even the chandelier looked like it cost a fortune.

  A rge vanity stood in the corner, and across the room was a huge, ornate mirror.

  I hesitated for a moment before getting up and walking towards it again.

  And then, I froze.

  The girl staring back at me was—

  Stupidly attractive.

  Fwless porcein skin.

  Large, doe-like gray eyes.

  Long, wavy blonde hair that shone like silk.

  A delicate, doll-like face.

  Soft, pink lips. I was wearing silk pajamas that were definitely more expensive than my entire existence back in my old life.

  'Holy. Shit'.

  If past me saw a girl like this walking by, I would have definitely asked for her number.

  …Too bad this girl was now me.

  I stared at my reflection, then rubbed my temples.

  'Okay. At least I wasn’t ugly'.

  Because in this world? "Yeah. That would’ve been a death sentence."

  LOOKISM was brutal.

  People in this world judged you on appearance first.

  If I had been reborn as someone unattractive? I’d be screwed.

  Luckily, Evelina Solovyova wasn’t just some pretty face.

  She was:

  Rich.

  Smart.

  A martial arts expert.

  The CEO of a wildly successful company.

  I could work with that.

  …But that did not mean I wanted to deal with Lookism’s bullshit.

  I didn’t care who was fighting who.

  I didn’t care which gang wanted to kill which.

  I didn’t care about any of it.

  I just wanted to stay in the background.

  Rich, beautiful, and far, far away from all the drama.

  I sighed and flopped back onto the bed.

  …But then I froze.

  Wait.

  The transfer documents…

  The uniforms…

  The schedule my secretary gave me…

  'Oh, hell no'.

  My predecessor had already signed everything.

  The transfer was final.

  I was officially enrolled in J High.

  “...”

  I stared bnkly at the ceiling.

  My bodyguards were going to have a heart attack.

  Great. Just great.

  I had money, power, and a system that made me even stronger/richer—

  But not even a billion dolrs could get me out of this mess.