The Heroine Left Before the Story Even Began
In a certain world, a single girl awakens—one who knows nothing of the "original story."
Born into a fate already strayed from its destined path, how will she survive in this unfamiliar world?
A mother’s love, a sudden farewell, and a death declared after an accident—only to awaken in a garbage dump.
For every god that abandons you, is there’s another to pick you up?
Touched by the warmth of others, the girl grows—until trials come for her once more.
And in a world where the true heroine was never meant to exist… what kind of future awaits?
The Worst Awakening
In the hazy, half-awake fog of sleep, what she felt wasn’t the usual warmth of her cozy blankets—
"It stinks!!!"
—but the stench of a garbage dump.
"Huh????"
Waking up to an unfamiliar ceiling was a cliché she’d read in novels before, but this time, all she saw was the open sky.
"Wait… did I drink too much last night? Did I pass out outside? I don’t remember any of that…"
She wasn’t much of a drinker to begin with, and she was pretty sure she’d never collapsed drunk in some alley before. But then again, blackout drunks rarely remember anything. Had she really gone that far?
No wonder it smelled so bad—she’d apparently been sleeping in what looked like a garbage dump.
"Looked like" because it wasn’t the usual kind with neatly bagged trash by a telephone pole. No, this was a literal mountain of discarded junk, piled up and left to rot.
She’d never seen trash just dumped out in the open like this before.
And since she’d been sleeping in it, she was now covered in… whatever this was.
Her head throbbed, though not from injury—maybe just from the unholy stench.
Looking down at herself, she saw she was wearing nothing but a thin white dress, no shoes.
Slung over her shoulder was something like a ragged cloth bag—if you could even call it that. It was so flimsy she could tell there was nothing inside.
"… What the hell is going on?"
She scanned her surroundings again, then looked back at herself, only growing more confused.
"Okay, okay. In situations like this, you’re supposed to take a deep breath and stay calm. Exhale and…"
"Haaa~~~~~ Cough! Eww, it reeks!!"
Right. Garbage dump. Duh. God, I’m an idiot!!
Deciding to move somewhere else to think, she tried to stand—only for a sharp pain to shoot through her head and back.
After crawling out of the trash heap, she spotted a nearby river and dove in.
"Phew… If it were winter, I’d be dead. Then again, if it were winter, the garbage probably wouldn’t reek this bad."
Muttering to herself, she scrubbed at her skin, trying to wash off the lingering stench.
Maybe if she focused hard enough, she could ignore the reality of her situation.
"As if I can~~~~!!!"
Ehh?! What? Why am I so small?!
Did some shady guy in black force-feed me a weird drug?!
Am I a tiny high school detective now?!
No, no—she was pretty sure she’d been older than this.
Wait, hold on. Why couldn’t she remember herself clearly?
But if she thought she wasn’t much of a drinker, she must’ve been at least somewhat grown-up. These little hands and feet? Not hers.
And then there was this—fluttering in the corner of her vision.
Hair. Pink hair.
Please tell me this is a wig. Please tell me this is a cosplay. It’s pink, you know!?
Pink hair only belonged to otome game heroines or reincarnated villainesses getting their comeuppance!
Wait… is this one of those "reincarnation" things?!
She’d read light novels where this happened, but the ones she knew were all:
"Oops! I woke up in my favorite novel as the main character~ ♡"
or some god giggling "teehee~" while handing out cheat skills.
But she hadn’t met any gods! And she’d never heard of a pink-haired heroine waking up in a garbage dump!
MOST IMPORTANTLY—SHE DIDN’T EVEN REMEMBER DYING~~~~!!
What do you think about this chapter?
