I Became My Favorite’s Favorite

Yu-eun grew up as a knife maker and learned how to forge blades under her father, who is a master artisan of traditional swords. After a traffic accident, she wakes up in the world of a martial arts novel.

After realizing that she has possessed Namgung Hyeon, the extra younger brother of the protagonist, she decides, ‘Since I was born into a rich family, I’ll just live quietly and spend the family fortune.’ But...

‘A knife made from Damascus steel? That’s iron with reserves that have run out, something you can’t even get in modern times!’

Her blacksmith’s soul ignites, and after repairing the protagonist’s sword, she ends up bringing her favorite character into the household.

‘Sure, he’s a satisfaction-generating, cool favorite if you read the novel, but you’re a madman who could explode at any time! I know my life is precious! Don’t drag the Heavenly Demon into my peaceful daily life! Go back to 2D, please!’

Yu-eun is not exactly pleased that her favorite has come so close.

[Excerpt]

“Get attached to me. It’ll be easier to live with me that way.”

“Hah!”

“Wouldn’t that be better than feeling dreadful the whole time we’re together?”

He had already been seriously unwell, and now he seemed even worse. At this point, I was curious how much worse he could possibly get.

“You handed me your life line and seem to think that makes you the one in charge, but unfortunately, we’ve each got a weakness on the other, haven’t we?”

I was in a position where I had to carry the life line of a little Heavenly Demon burdened by a demonic-heart debuff, and wear a side sword with a curse passive attached. My life was already hanging by a thread, so what was there left to fear?

I decided to go all in.

“I’m not getting attached. You’re a customer. I’ve never seen a good ending come from building personal ties with customers.”

“I’m frustrated. So I need your help.”

...What was I hearing right now?

The moment I heard the words ‘frustrated,’ my face flushed as if it had been disinfected in boiling water.

I asked back in a stammer, shocked to the core.

“Wh-why do I have to be, um, the target? Can’t you do it alone?!”

“Yeah.”

...Did that answer have to come out so quickly?

I felt utterly miserable and rubbed my reddened face with my palm.

“Then maybe some other close person besides me...”

“There isn’t one.”

“...Right, there probably isn’t. Given the little cult leader’s personality, there’s no way he’d have another friend besides me.”