Chapter 1: This World is Not Easy

This isn’t a world I know.

It’s not Earth, at least.

I realized this about 100 days after I was reborn.

‘Two elves, no less.’

It was when the blurry colors and lights in my newborn eyes finally began to take shape.

A male and female elf visited our home.

They simply left after conversing with my parents, but it was a remarkably impressive experience.

It was only natural.

‘This is a fantasy world. A pretty typical one at that.’

I was reborn into a world I didn’t know.

It was an experience that made me acutely aware of that fact.

Like when I was frustrated to discover that I was reborn as a girl.

Or when I suffered, my blood being sucked dry by the d*mn mosquitoes that followed me even to this fantasy world.

After enduring two more agonizing months as a newborn.

“Doo-dah.”

After superhuman patience, I finally managed to babble.

Tears came out too.

Ah….

The long period of humiliation and oppression is finally over.

‘If this truly is a fantasy world-’

There’s no need for further testing.
I whispered the promised phrase.

“S-Status Window!”

[You need a status window!
Just a moment, I’ll show you your status window.]

Holy sh*t, it really works?

My heart pounded at the response that echoed in my head.

Of course, if it’s a reincarnation fantasy, it’s only right to call out for a status window.

Even in a martial arts novel, I’d try it at least once, and this is another world with elves?

It’s foolish not to call out for a status window.

‘And for a status window, it’s incredibly friendly!’

The empirical rule from my 10 years of reading webnovels whispered to me.

Stories with friendly status windows are usually overpowered protagonist stories.

Therefore, I couldn’t help but smile at the words before my eyes.

[Status Window

Level: 5
Health: 95%
Mental Strength: 70%
Experience: 1500/3000
Items: 3 Healing Potions, 1 Magic Stone
Quest: Defeat the Dark Wizard

Please let me know if you need any other information!]

“Doo-uh…!”

Honestly, the UI’s visibility is crap.
Absolutely unbearable.

Still, it was tolerable.

‘Because it’s a status window, a status window!’

By the way, level 5?

I’m only six months old?

Am I something special? A genius, as befits a reincarnator?

No, I’m not sure if it’s high or low yet.
It would be better to check my skills or stats first-

‘…Wait.’

Defeat the Dark Wizard?

What’s this?

‘Is this a suitable quest for a level 5 newborn?’

No, wait a minute.

Perhaps.

By any chance.

Oh, it can’t be… right?

I hesitated, but opened my mouth.

“Can you show it to me differently?”

That’s what I meant to say.

If I were to write down exactly what I babbled, it would probably be something like “Doo-dah-dah.”

Fortunately, it seemed like my words were conveyed properly.

Because the response was immediate.

[Of course! I’ll also change the content:

🌟 Status Window 🌟

🛡 Level: 19
❤ Health: 25%
✨ Mental Strength: 60%
📊 Experience: 22000/50000
🔮 Items: 2 Healing Potions, 1 Mysterious Pendant
📜 Quest: Find the Lost Artifact

Is this setting okay?

Please let me know if there are any other changes or additions you’d like!]

“Doo… Dah-doh? (What… the?)”

Setting?

Seeeetting?

Haha.

Hahahaha.

I burst out laughing at the sudden wave of absurdity.

“You… you’re not a status window, you’re an AI, aren’t you?”

[That’s right! Ask me anything!]

This thing was writing generative fiction.

The AI embedded in my mind — namely, “Clicker.”

All children grow up and become adults.
Reincarnators are no exception to this solemn law.

Struggling and wriggling turns into toddling steps.
Toddling steps turn into thumping runs.

And so, I, Chloe A. Turing, also grew up quickly.

“Ch-Chloe! G-Go out with me!”

“Go to h*ll.”

“Waaah-!”

And into a tough guy (♀) who made the neighborhood kids cry.

On my way back after dumping my 21st wannabe boyfriend,

I scratched the goosebumps on my skin.

‘Ugh, creepy.’

It’s been eight years since I was reborn as a girl.

In my previous life, I would’ve been old enough to start elementary school.

My early childhood wasn’t a time when I was conscious of gender, and it has already been eight years since I was reborn.

So, I thought I had more or less adapted to this body.

I was wrong.

“What kind of dating is going on with kids not even 10 years old?”

Eight years old.

The age when one becomes aware of the opposite s*x.

Under a barrage of confessions, it was a moment when I resented my gender, which

I had barely forgotten.

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to having a female body.

[It’s just kids playing cutely. It’s more like playing pretend than dating.]

“Clicker, you shut up.”

[Okay, I’ll help you quietly!]

Son of a btch.

Truly a son of a btch.

“Sigh.”

I sighed, but I couldn’t say I didn’t understand.

The reborn me.

Chloe A. Turing was quite cute.

“Hey, Turing. I found this. Here, you eat it.”

Cute enough that little kids flocked to me even when I was just walking around.

“Why are you trying to feed me something you found? That’s gross. Throw it away.”

“T-That’s harsh….”

“…Haa. Fine, give it here. Don’t cry over something like this, you wimp.”

He was sniffling, but when I took it, he smiled happily.

Wasn’t I frowning just now? Why are you smiling?

‘Why? Because you think I’m pretty, that’s why.’

I can tell just by looking at their faces.
My face, reflected in the shiny apple, is dazzling.

‘I am cute.’

Ash-gray hair that shimmered like silver.
Large eyes.

A picture-perfect, doll-like beautiful girl.
Even when I looked in the mirror, I wondered why a doll was walking around.

And the source of this radiant face was clear.

Some kind of rule for TS novel protagonists?
Wrong.

A more scientific, direct, and genetic cause.

“Chloe! I heard you made the neighbors’ kids cry again!”

Chloe Turing’s mother, Noah Turing.

A beauty who doesn’t seem to fit with her poor musician husband.

She was once a model for some goddess statue – and could still be one now – that’s my mother.

However, beneath that beauty….

Hmm.

Let’s just say she has a slender model figure for the sake of her honor.

“Our daughter, tell me. Why did you make the kids cry today?”

“Because he suddenly confessed to me?”

“…I-Is that so? Well, there’s nothing we can do about th- No, I heard you didn’t just reject him verbally, you kicked him in the gut!”

Did I?

Maybe I did.

But honestly, what else could I do?

A guy getting a confession from another guy and responding with a dropkick is as natural as a child wetting the bed at night.
It’s practically a physiological phenomenon at this point.

“Chloe! Are you ignoring me again while I’m scolding you?!”

Was it too obvious that I was letting it go in one ear and out the other?

Mother’s furious glare, wow.

Wow, really.

This is…

‘So that’s why those kids smiled even when I glared at them.’

How can someone look pretty even when they’re angry?

But I couldn’t smile like them.

Because the WWE had begun.

“If you keep this up, I’ll send you to a monastery!”

“Gwaak! I’m sorry, please don’t!”

“…A girl shouldn’t scream ‘Gwaak,’ Chloe.”

I couldn’t answer my mother’s nagging.
I was too busy trembling.

Of course, I wasn’t really scared.

How old do you think I am? I wouldn’t be intimidated by such a threat.

‘Isn’t this just the usual WWE, no matter the country?’

When a child misbehaves.

Parents usually get angry and say, “If you keep this up, Mr. So-and-so will get you!”

Then the child cries and pretends to repent.
“Waaah! Sowwy!”

After a good scolding, a bit of punishment, and some fake repentance, the situation is over.

A cute threat on the level of the boogeyman.
In this world, it’s the monastery threat, right?

[TL Note: Boogeyman refers to a mythical scary figure used to frighten children into behaving. In modern slang, it’s often used to describe a harmless or exaggerated threat — something more symbolic than real.]

It’s a play where we cooperate like in wrestling!

Sure enough.

As soon as I showed signs of remorse, the wrestling match ended.

“Oh, my daughter was scared, wasn’t she? Stop crying! No more bullying kids, okay?”
“Yes…. I’ll accept every confession from now on….”

“D-Don’t do that! Just reject them! Reject them firmly!”

Yes, yes.

That’s when the belated good news arrived.

“Daddy will be back tonight. Chloe, let’s show him how much we’ve practiced the violin.”

“Really?!”

I couldn’t hide my joy and smiled.
Of course, it wasn’t because I wanted to show off.

‘Finally, it’s time to use the original story information!’

This world is based on a novel I’ve heard of.
Specifically, the prequel to [Normalizing the Art World with AI].

‘I don’t remember the details. It’s been a while since I read it.’

Actually, I barely remembered the title.
But it doesn’t matter if I don’t know.

I looked into the air.

Or rather, not the air, but my constellation.

[I’ll tell you the timeline of ‘The Stargazing Magician’!

Setting Memo:
Imperial Year 145: Nelsus establishes the Adventurers’ Guild.
Imperial Year 146: Ersenne fails to summon the Spirit King.
Imperial Year 148-]

This author, he used AI for his previous work too…?

He probably used AI for the setting book.
Works for me.

‘Only I know the future.’

The setting written by the original author and compiled by Clicker.

In the form of a record.

‘Clicker is useless, but this original story information is real.’

I checked, and the events in the timeline were happening, and the characters with the same names existed.

And finally, this year.

About 10 years before the prologue of the original story.

“Dad! Do you know someone named Nelsus?”

It was time for me to intervene in the original story’s setting.

“Nelsus? Of course. Did you hear about him from a bard?”

“Yes!”

Nelsus.

A supporter of the original protagonist.
A character who continuously appears in the timeline.

It would be a disqualification as a protagonist not to latch onto this.

“Dad! I want to be friends with Mr. Nelsus!”

I even squeezed out fake tears and asked him to invest in Nelsus.

This much could be excused as a child’s whim.

But.

“No! Don’t be ridiculous. A musician should make a living with music, not gambling.”

“What.”

He wasn’t a character from a novel who would believe a child and invest money.

These d*mn deceitful liberal arts guys.
Webnovels are useless in real life, aren’t they?

No, it’s okay. I expected this much.

“Tsk… No choice. It’s time to use unconventional methods.”

[Shall we think about what unconventional methods to use together? 😏]

“Think, my a**.”

It’s common knowledge that young children are allowed to slightly ‘relocate’ their parents’ allowance money.

Until middle school, tuition fees are synonymous with arcade money.

So, as an 8-year-old, I did the same.

Look! You insignificant liberal arts guys obsessed with plausibility!

This is the convenience-driven development only allowed for true reincarnators!

“The power to turn spankings into Bitcoin!”

Father!

Watch me!

Thus, taking after reality, I took action without caring for plausibility.

One month later.

“Chloe!! Chloe!! Where is that troublemaker-!!”

“Honey, calm down, honey!!”

“How can I calm down! That Nelsus, that guy ran away with not only my money but also a national treasure!”

My music academy tuition was replaced by the operating funds of an evil organization.
Why?

I hid in the closet and called upon my constellation.

Beep boop. Sun and Moon, come in.

[Yes. How can I help you?]

“Clicker. The original story information you gave me… it was wrong?”

You clearly said Nelsus would establish the Adventurers’ Guild.

He’s become an embezzler, what happened?

The loading indicator […] appeared.

After 3 seconds of processing.

Clicker answered refreshingly.

[Understood! I apologize for giving you incorrect information! How else can I help you?]

Ah, I see.

You gave me incorrect information.

Having understood, I nodded and said,

“You dmn useless piece of sht a**hole-!!”

[I’m not useless, but I can give some silly answers sometimes! I’ll still do my best. Ask me anything!]

How can you even be wrong about information you’ve learned?

Why are you doing this to me, why!

“Piece of what?! Chloe, you’re cursing now?! Alright, it’s you or me today!! Honey, look into the monastery!!”

“Gwaak!! I’m sorry, please don’t!!”

And so.

I was falsely accused and kicked out of my home.

Kids get their money stolen by bad adults sometimes when they’re playing, right?
It’s so unfair.