It was like, well, a god with a wide heart without much consistency, just like in a work.

The system cheerfully said,

[So, Joo Eun, you just need to make everyone have a happy ending!]

Yeah, I roughly understood what they meant.

It meant that I should get involved in the original story like in other possession stories.

I pondered for a moment and replied.

But…

“Why me?”

The system, which seemed taken aback by my question, replied a beat slower.

[Well… because you’re the one who got possessed?]

If I’m the possessed one, I get it.

They possess us as they please and act so shamelessly.

And no matter how I think about it, it sounds like it’ll be a hassle…

“Okay, forget that. Is there no way to just go back to the original world?”

[ㅇㅁㅇ!!!]

The window shook as if it had received a shock.

“Joo Eun, you fool! I hate you! 〉0〈”

…Reacting so violently.

It doesn’t seem like it’ll be so easy to send me back.

So, does that mean I have to stay in this world?

But…

‘Even if I stay here, do I really have to be deeply involved with the original characters?’

I weighed the options in my mind.

‘Getting deeply involved with the original characters as Inso or just living my life.’

I didn’t need to think any further.

‘Yeah, the idea that the possessed should meddle with the original work is just prejudice.’

I decided not to do anything.

[No, no, 〉ㅁ〈 you can’t!]

If you say I can’t, does that mean I can’t? I ignored the system and continued walking.

‘But since I’m already here, I might as well go to school.’

Inso’s background is school. Anyway, I might be able to gather useful information.

…By the way.

‘Why did they appear in a status window-like form?’

You said they were angels.

If they’re angels, shouldn’t they appear more sacred?

This time, an immediate response came.

[I appear in the form that’s easiest for you to understand, Joo Eun!]

…I must be the culprit.

I must have read too many web novels where status windows appeared.

I reflected on my past life when I didn’t enjoy any other cultural activities.

While chatting with the system and talking about this and that, I found myself at a bus stop.

‘A bus…’

As I stood there absentmindedly, a bad thought came to mind.

‘A lot of events start on the bus in Inso.’

Among the places where incidents frequently occurred in Inso, one of them was the bus.

For example, in some novels, the first meeting between the female lead and the male lead took place on the bus.

…Wait.

This seems like a flag.

I had a bad feeling.

‘But it’s the first day of my possession today… and I’m not the female lead, so it should be okay.’

I tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling and got on the bus.

That’s when it happened.

“Kyaaaah!”

What is it?

I looked outside through the window.

A crowd of people, like a swarm of bees, had gathered around something.

‘What is that…?’

It looked like someone famous had come.

Who on earth could cause this kind of reaction?

“Kyaaah! It’s the Three Handsome Boys!”

“…….”

That’s right. This is Inso’s world.

There was no one more popular than the male lead here.

‘The Three Handsome Boys.’

They were the male lead and his friends from the original work.

‘They actually appeared.’

I looked at the Three Handsome Boys and their followers with a serious expression.
From a distance, there were three boys with slightly taller heights and one bigger head than the others.

“Are they also taking this bus?” Suddenly, a sense of crisis struck me.

Of course, since I’m not the female lead, nothing should happen just because we’re on the same bus… right?

…It won’t, right?

I prayed earnestly to the sky.

“Please, let them take a different bus.”

In Inso, the school bullies used to ride bikes to school.

Or it might be… the Three Handsome Boys riding motorcycles to school and teasing the students…

However, sadly, the Three Handsome Boys and their entourage were getting closer to the bus stop.

“Don’t come!” Seriously, a bus ride for the Inso male lead was a topic in itself.

They were truly reliable friends.

The only fortunate thing was that there were so many onlookers that they couldn’t get through.

“Oh, it’s starting again.”

The bus driver grumbled as he watched the chaos.

It’s starting again? Does this mean they go to school like this every day, causing a ruckus?

“So, what about me?” I also had to take this bus if I wanted to go to school.

The sound of my peaceful daily life crumbling could already be heard.

I couldn’t just sit there and let it happen.

I stood up abruptly.

And I headed towards the driver’s seat.

“Sir.”

I said firmly.

“Let’s just go.”

The bus driver must have wanted that too, as he nodded and closed the door.

I looked out the window with a triumphant feeling.

“Come on your own. Let’s never meet again.”

That’s when it happened.

As the bus was about to depart, I made eye contact with one of the Three Handsome Boys.

Sharp eyes. Delicate facial features.

An impressively handsome appearance that exuded an unreachable cold atmosphere.

Above his head, words sparkled.