Chapter 1My Doormat Bestie Wants to be My Mom

Because I did so many good deeds in my past life, the King of Hell promised I'd be reincarnated into a wealthy family.

I meticulously picked through the list of billionaires.

Ugly? Pass. Stupid? Pass. Short life expectancy? Pass. Too many rules? Pass. Dysfunctional family? Pass...

No, no, no!

Before I could choose the perfect family, the King of Hell stopped me.

"Your best friend used a Fate Token to make a wish. She wants you to be reincarnated as her daughter."

What?

My best friend? The one who lives in a shack, dropped out of college, and is dating a fat, ugly loser? That doormat?!

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"What were you thinking?!"

Looking around my best friend's rented, dilapidated apartment, my resentment was heavier than a thousand-year-old ghost's.

If she didn't give me a good explanation today, I was going to take her with me.

Solve the problem at the source, so I wouldn't be reincarnated as her daughter and live a poor life again.

Chloe sobbed:

"I'm sorry, Harper. I didn't know you could be reincarnated as a trust fund baby.

"I saw the birth rate was so low, I was afraid you'd be reallocated to a third-world country! I'm sorry, waaah..."

"Well, thank you so much!"

If I really had to choose between Chloe and a random third-world country, I would actually choose Chloe.

But there is no "if"!

My life as a wealthy socialite! Gone!

"How about... I make another wish? I don't want you to be my daughter anymore. You can go back to being a rich kid?"

"Do you think this is Amazon? Seven-day no-questions-asked return policy?"

If it weren't for the ancient Fate Token passed down in Chloe's family, the King of Hell wouldn't care what she wished for.

If I knew that token was so effective, Chloe should have just restarted her life.

Reincarnated with me as wealthy sisters.

Instead of shrinking in this run-down apartment, being a poor mother-daughter duo.

"Harper, don't be sad.

"I swear, I will treat you well!

"Although I can't give you a wealthy life, I will give you the best I can!"

Chloe looked so sincere, like a scumbag making promises.

But I'm not love-struck; I'm very sober!

"The best you can give me is living in this garbage dump, eating and sleeping with rats and cockroaches?"

I pointed at the mountain of trash and the sour leftovers in takeout boxes.

Just as I spoke, a dark, unidentified creature scurried across the corner.

Chloe skillfully took off her shoe and threw it, but missed.

Standing on one foot, she twisted the hem of her shirt shyly:

"I usually clean up. I've been so busy handling your funeral these past few days, I got dizzy."

The harsh words on the tip of my tongue were swallowed back.

True, besides her, no one else collected my body.