A Mob Does Not Need To Act

When I open my eyes, I woke up in a file of garbage, the smell stung my nose that made me throw up, there is a rotten rat and cats just next to my hand and some other animals even a human baby in this garbage rotting with maggots on its body.

Once I manage to get out, I was pale and shaking, it was my first time seeing such a sight, I threw out again and after many minutes, I stand myself albeit still shaking, not just because of what Id seen, it seems I am also hungry and too weak.

I notice that I grew smaller, it turns out, I became a three-year-old child.

I don know what to do, but one thing I know… I don want to die…again.

With a burning determination, I began to adapt to this hell life, I learn to pickpockets, and I will live.

After two years of living in this slum, At the age of five, I heard a gossip between two middle ages women talking about the wife of a marquis successfully giving birth to a beautiful daughter…

I widen my eyes in realization

It turns out, I transmigrated in a revenge plot Novel…

The one that I have read before I die…

”This I troublesome… ”

Because after five years, this place, the marquis the one who governs this territory would be executed by falsely accused of treachery.

”** this, Imma survive and get out on here. ”

There is no way I could help with the tragedy of the protagonist.