As If Transmigrating Wasn’t Enough, I’m Pregnant?!

“If you don’t keep your promise, we’ll rip out all the usable organs left in your dad and sell them off. And you…… we’ll hand that body of yours, which you brag about selling so well, over to the red-light district. Expect to roll around in misery endlessly until you’ve paid off every last bit of debt. Until your battered hole is completely worn away and gone, that is.”

That was a threat more terrifying and horrifying than anything else. The fact that these men would actually sell off organs and hand him over to the red-light district was not just talk meant for a simple threat. These were men entirely capable of doing just that and more. All the color drained completely from Ryu Hae-sol’s face. He felt as though the blood in his entire body was turning ice-cold.

Any further resistance was meaningless. No, it was impossible. He ultimately had no choice but to nod his head weakly, completely resigned to everything. Confirming Ryu Hae-sol’s surrender, the men let out sinister, satisfied laughs. Right up until the moment they left, they kicked Ryu Hae-sol’s body with their feet and spat on the floor, leaving the place in a chaotic wreck.

Bang! With the sound of the front door slamming shut as if it might break, the hellish time finally came to an end. The sound of the men’s footsteps faded away completely, and silence settled over the villa once more. Only then did Ryu Hae-sol stretch his relaxed body out flat on the floor.

As he gasped for breath and stared up at the stained ceiling, a belated realization flashed through his mind. So that’s why no one was home. No wonder when he had first entered the house, there hadn’t been a single trace of daily life. The reason was simply because these men had been hiding out here.

However, Moon Seong-yoon—now possessing this body—had no way of knowing that. In the end, he had walked with his own two feet right into this terrifying hell. A hollow laugh burst out of him. But soon, that laugh turned into sobbing, filling the dust-filled room with emptiness. He cried like that for a long time without even thinking to wipe away his tears.

How much time had passed since then? Outside the window, the world was already deeply submerged in slushy darkness. The remnants of the faint sunlight that had filled the room were gone without a trace. Only a dim light leaking from the hallway of this old villa barely illuminated the dusty floor.

The biting air pierced his nose, mixing the toxic cigarette smell and dirt dust left behind by the loan sharks with the raw scent of Ryu Hae-sol’s own blood and tears. Ryu Hae-sol’s body, which had been limply sprawled out across the floor, twitched minutely. Accompanied by a small, low groan of uh, he slowly moved his body.

He forced his creaking joints to move as if operating a rusted machine, raising his upper body. Every part of his limbs ached from being beaten. His face, where the men’s violence had made direct contact, hurt the most. A burning, fiery pain continuously washed over him.

Holding his sticky forehead, Ryu Hae-sol gasped for breath. Within his blurry vision, the scenery of the room spun in circles. It was dizzying. Everything in this room unfolding before his eyes was scattered randomly without any order, like the debris of a battlefield.

He sat there blankly for a long time. Staring emptily into space, he repeated unanswerable questions about why he had been thrown into the middle of this horrifying reality. Moon Seonyun, a successful editor at a well-known publishing company in the industry, why, on earth, had he become a twenty-year-old, debt-ridden, worthless omega?

This wasn’t fair. The fact that he had to shoulder the price of a crime he hadn’t committed and the weight of a debt he hadn’t accumulated was something Moon Seong-yoon simply couldn’t comprehend. Misplaced anger welled up from deep within his heart. He wanted to hurl curses at the author who had designed all of this, and at the unknown entity that had thrust him into this absurd destiny.

Yet, he couldn’t do that. He knew that simply being angry and despairing wouldn’t solve a single problem staring him in the face. His life, having already been through hardship once before, had taught Ryu Hae-sol that lesson loud and clear. Until he found a way to return to his original world, he had to survive by any means necessary, no matter what it took.

In this hellish novel, it was something Moon Seong-yoon—wearing the shell named ‘Ryu Hae-sol’—had to accomplish. Survival. That was the sole and most desperate task given to him right now.

There has to be…… there has to be some way to survive.