I Don't Want to Play Villains Anymore

Life is finite.

That's why you should do everything you can.

Everyone knows this, but people tend to become numb to this fact as they live.

They delude themselves into thinking they can live for a very long time, achieving everything they want.

And they believe.

That death will gently come to them when they're comfortably lying in bed.

The shattering of such delusions is always sudden.

Bang!!!

A sound that doesn't belong in South Korea, where firearms are clearly prohibited.

Of course.

The movie I was filming was a noir set in Las Vegas, America.

We were shooting on location in the United States, as expected for a film by Korea's world-renowned director Pang Woo-taek who pursued realism.

Using real guns loaded with blanks wasn't strange either.

Yes, the gun wasn't strange.

"Blood! Blood! Shit. It's real!"

"Which bastard put real bullets in here!"

My body grew heavier and heavier.

With each breath, pain tore through my lungs.

"Hyung! Hyung! Open your eyes! Hyung!"

My junior colleague pleading while holding me.

No matter how much you plead, the bullet has already pierced my lung, so what can I do?

"...Khugh. Kheuk."

Since my lung was pierced, even when I try to say something profound as my last words, only the sound of air escaping comes out.

How pathetic.

My eyelids grow heavier and heavier.

So this is how easily one goes.

-Actor, rather than the role you auditioned for, this villain role would...

-Because of your intense features, the role of this serial killer would…

I had dreamed of being an actor since I was young, but because I looked so frightening, I always played villains.

After finishing this movie, I wanted to try playing a kind protagonist for once...

'This sucks.'

It was a shameful life, full of regrets and lingering attachments.

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Sparkle.

A gap emitting light in darkness that had continued for who knows how long.

'What is this? I don't think I lived badly enough to go to such a strange hell.'

Surely my acting couldn't have deceived even God.

But seeing how everything else was pitch-black, maybe I needed to go through that place.

'...I can't move.'

I instinctively tried to exert force, but my body wouldn't move properly.

And... why is it so small?

No matter how much I concentrated on trying to move my body, there wasn't even a slight movement.

It seems that my body is currently in the state of a newborn baby.

'What is this...'

To be born again?

Was I given another chance because it was unfair that I only played villain roles?

"Oh my. Our daughter is already trying to move? She hasn't even turned one yet, but she's so passionate, just like her father~"

An infinitely bright and warm voice tickled my ear.

It was a beautiful voice rare even in the entertainment industry where I worked in my previous life, but the reason I wasn't particularly surprised by it was...

'...Daughter?'

Because there was something even more surprising.

I'm a daughter?

I clearly remember that I was an adult male.

And not just any man—Korea's top villain-specialized actor.

But—

Daughter?

'That can't be. Please...'

Whoosh!

'...My eyes. They hurt.'

An enormous light enveloped me.

It's too bright, but the surroundings slowly begin to take shape.

A completely unfamiliar space.

Very slowly, I turn my gaze.

And I confirm where I'm lying.

Soft fabric.

Small, cozy cushion.

And the warm embrace carefully cradling me.

I was being held in someone's arms.

'...Beautiful.'

And that someone, my mother, was impossibly beautiful.

Long eyelashes, warm smile.

Soft golden hair.

And in her embrace, which could only be described as enormous, I instinctively sensed it.

"Our daughter, isn't she so pretty?"

"...Yes."

Pale skin.

Neat, impeccable attire.

Sharp eyes. A handsome man exuding an elegant yet somewhat decadent atmosphere.

'He looks extremely cold.'

I was just thinking that I should probably give up on receiving fatherly love in this life.

Twitch.

The corner of his eye quivered slightly, and for a moment I saw him smile.

'...What was that?'

Did I see wrong?

Thinking I had seen something strange, I surrendered to my closing eyelids again.

This body was hopelessly vulnerable to sleep.

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And when I came to my senses, ta-da!

Baek Ha-neul, age 5, has become a kindergartener.

'The more I look, the cuter I am.'

I looked at the beautiful girl in the mirror and flashed a V-sign.

If I had done this in my previous life, it would have looked like I was threatening to cut off someone's hand with scissors, but now that I've become a beautiful girl, it's different.

This too, can only be described as cute.

In the mirror, a girl with long silver braided hair and blue eyes is confidently smiling and looking ahead.

'To think I'd actually be mixed-race.'

"Our Ha-neul. Is there something in the mirror? Is our Ha-neul the prettiest thing in the world? Hehe."

The golden-haired beauty approaches with an affectionate smile.

My mother. Her full name was Yuria... something. I can't remember.

Her Korean name is Yoo Eun-ha. She married my father Baek Geon-hwan and gave birth to me.

"No. It's mother."

"Oh my~"

Mother laughs, bringing her hands together in front of her enormous chest.

This flirting technique, which had little use in my previous life, is now coming in quite handy.

"Then, since she's the daughter of the prettiest mother in the world, how pretty will our Ha-neul grow up to be...?"

Smooch.

Mother lifts me up and buries her lips on my cheek.

Let's ignore the tremendous volume pressing against my legs.

"Pwetty enough to become an actwess."

"An actress?"

Mother tilted her head in confusion.

Certainly, hearing the word "actress" from a five-year-old must sound unfamiliar.

Usually, children this age say they want to be princesses or ponies.

"Yes. An actwess!"

But I have a firm goal.

Since I was Korea's top villain actor in my previous life...

"And an actwess who pways shining lead rwoles!"

This time, I will shine.