I was a supporting character in a book when I was reincarnated. Additionally, I played the part of a “magpie bridge” in the romance novel.
Anyhow, finding love was impossible, and my future with a family that was deeply in debt appeared grim. I attempted to enjoy the wealth and honour I couldn’t have in my former life after becoming a civil servant, but… The masculine characters, in contrast to the originals, appear a bit strange.
Imagine Char-Char gazing at someone she likes. How would she appear blushing and timid?
Wow, it would be fantastic.
Every time we encounter each other, Hylli wants to talk, Keurigord goes blank-starred, and Yves has a frown on his face and mutters to himself. (I Don’t Want To Be a Magpie Bridge)
“Should I grab you and flee…?”
Without saying anything, Sean would cover his face with both hands. Previously, his flush would stop at his face, but today it extends all the way to the tips of his ears.
Why are you guys doing other things instead of focusing on the female lead?
The struggle of Charine West to remain alive in Char-Char’s reverse harem despite her desire to lead a regular life (I Don’t Want To Be a Magpie Bridge)
Read the manhwa I Don’t Want to Be a Magpie.
I detest this circumstance. In the past, it happened when I was five years old. I didn’t have many wants when I was five, like most kids. My fantasy was to have a pink wedding and cross the rainbow bridge on a unicorn with my true love, just like in the literature.
I hurried into the house wearing a flimsy pyjama dress. to my mother’s arms in the bedroom. Mom and dad are
I startled to consciousness. Mom gently grinned, ashamed by what I had done. What’s wrong, my daughter, “I ask. Have you ever nightmare?”
My mother’s skirt was wet as I sobbed vehemently. The sting in my throat started, but I didn’t care. I battled to keep my tears from spilling out as I rubbed my face on her silky, soft pyjamas.
“Mom, I don’t believe I can get married.”
Once more crying, I said as much. I heard a voice that wasn’t old enough and my voice sounded hoarse. (I Don’t Want To Be a Magpie Bridge)
While I was sobbing, my mother continued to pat me without getting a reaction. I was unable to contain my tears when my mother questioned me about what was happening. It was as a result of my ongoing astonishment. I could still clearly recall events from when I was five years old. I was so close to blowing my snot on my mother’s skirt that even my father had to intervene.
I was so close to blowing my snot on my mother’s skirt that even my father had to intervene. I was dumped that night when I was five years old by a boy to whom I had bravely disclosed. My life was altered by that dream. (I Don’t Want To Be a Magpie Bridge)
Because of this, I’m crying so hard. Because my previous existence was a part of that dream.
Before I passed away, I read a book. Hestia’s Fishes was the name of the book. It had the odour of a shoddy harem book. It was a romantic book, but the plot was weak. I read the book for the romance rather than the content, so there wasn’t much of an issue, even though the novel’s weak storyline could have made it revolting.
In my dream, I came to understand that the setting I was in was identical to the setting of the book I had read in a past life. The fact that a character in the book had the same name as myself, “Charine West,” at first seemed like pure coincidence. However, I pounded my head against the desk and wished that everything would simply vanish when I realised that my friend Hestia Fleur de Couture shared the same name as the female lead in the book.
But eventually I had to face reality. Because the places I lived and the setting of the book had a terrible similarity. I was merely an Ojakgyo in the book. (I Don’t Want To Be a Magpie Bridge)
The charming and kind main character has a companion named Charine West. She switched back and forth between the male protagonist and the female lead, turning into a dedicated Ojakgyo. A devoted Ojakgyo that was sufficient to cause someone’s hair to fall out.
I’d never be able to find love here. In the book, Charine was attracted to only guys who were interested in Hestia. I didn’t really understand why all the boys I was interested in were staring at Hestia until that point. I burnt all the remnants of princesses I had with empty eyes since reality was so cruel, and it completely destroyed my dream of being with my destined prince on the day that my memories of my previous life returned.
Why do you believe that people live, mom?
“If there is such a thing as fate, why do people even try?,” one could ask.
My mother gave me an odd look as she packed her face to smooth out her wrinkles.
“Everything is useless,” Whatever happens, it all goes one direction.
And I started to alter. (I Don’t Want To Be a Magpie Bridge)
For the first time in a long time, girls my age came over to play. I wasn’t at bit impressed when they arrived here carrying their favourite prince toys and started talking to me about their unicorn play sets. The madam asked us as she was watching us play. (I Don’t Want To Be a Magpie Bridge)
What fantasies do our princesses have?
When speaking to the little children, the madam used a very lovely tone of voice. I felt I didn’t want to listen to her when some girls were acting rudely and holding their prince and princess toys together. The kids gave sincere responses to her question. After devouring the cake, I had no energy left, even though I wanted to shout. However, the kids shouted out their aspirations.
“Me! I’m going to meet a prince who will do anything for me, and I’m going to kiss him! We’ll also be married! I’ll enjoy a blooming life every day!”
“Linda, Linda, I hope to find the love of my life and have a happily ever after! I’ll take care of a pet unicorn! I’ll use mystical powder to wash my face every day. (I Don’t Want To Be a Magpie Bridge)
The madam smiled warmly as she listened to their tales. Next to me, Hestia was hesitant to speak, but she soon declared her desire to wed a prince and lead a happy life.
“Char, what do you want to do? Do you also desire to wed a prince?
I was confused when she asked me, but I immediately recovered. I then spoke strongly while hardening my expression.
“I want to work in government.”
It was, in all honesty, a wiser investment than looking for love.
I was met with weird looks, but I quietly consumed my fair piece of cake. Yes, life shouldn’t rely solely on men. I made up my mind firmly. The dream of my past life, which I had when I was five years old, swiftly vanished, but it gave me enough details to assess the situation.
In a previous existence, I wasn’t particularly feminine and I was the only female in my family. I actually resembled a male in a woman’s physique. I was the captain of my three men disguised as women. My three younger brothers looked to me as their leader. I was always required to make sacrifices after our parents passed away suddenly in a vehicle accident and had to use the leftover inheritance money to care for my younger siblings.
I felt nothing but a blow when I wore my favourite clothes, went out with friends after school, or started dating.
I had to put up with it till I passed away at age 19 since supporting my younger brothers came before caring for myself. I struggled to get by. Only when I went to sleep did I get a break. I put all of my breaks towards doing part-time jobs. I had to work harder in school to obtain a more solid job because I couldn’t survive off of a part-time income for the rest of my life.
I wrote down English terms that I had learned on the ceiling over my bed. The word table was written on a sheet of paper that was taped to the ceiling and was organised in a way that was simple to remember. I would mutter the information I had learned to memorise for my side employment. I also considered the idea that if I simply concentrated on school and working, my younger siblings who were raised without parents would not receive enough love and care. People used to refer to me as boorish when they saw me in that manner.
Despite leading such a busy life, I only had one hobby—reading romance novels—for which I made a significant amount of time each day.
Reading books as a hobby was both educational and enjoyable for me, and it enriched my soul. It was the only thing keeping me entertained. Every once in a while, I made time to read romance books. On some days, I promised myself that I would read for only ten minutes, but once I got going, I finished the book. Of course, the book in question was one of the novels I read.
Despite the book’s grim subject matter, it had a cheerful conclusion. No, did it not have a pleasant conclusion? I actually have trouble recalling specifics. Pieces of the novel’s information would occasionally surface in my dream about my prior existence, such as the phrase “One after the other,” but when I awoke, those recollections had vanished.
The novel’s heroine, Hestia, ends up alone, despite the fact that I can’t recall anything else. The novel closes with her unsure of her options.
The novel’s author had a clear preference for Hestia. They didn’t give Charine any skills appropriate for a supporting position; instead, they just gave her positive attributes like being a wonderful mother and other abilities.
Charine was surrounded by a lot of people anyway due of her close friendship with Hestia. The issue was that Charine had a personality more akin to kimchi soup than any other character. She used to think that Hestia’s charm was what attracted people to her. She would feel betrayed and curse at Hestia if the person she cared about confessed to her. (I Don’t Want To Be a Magpie Bridge)
She had a bad ending in the book since she was a slow-moving youngster and jealous. According to the facts I gleaned from my dreams, she lost all of her money to the surrounding nobles in the book, and her status was sold to a few wealthy commoners. As a result, she marries into a wealthy family.
My current existence will consist of a string of strained relationships as a result of the novel’s developments. No matter how well I foresaw the future in my dreams, my inner thoughts probably won’t alter. I eventually discovered the pattern after numerous demonstrations. I first become enamoured, then as I grow closer, I realise that I enjoy them more than just as a friend. Second, they ask me to introduce them to Hestia when I approach to confess. (I Don’t Want To Be a Magpie Bridge)
This is how it resembled. Throughout my childhood, this turn of defeat caused me to give up naturally and change my objective to earning a lot of money in order to have more possibilities.
I observed Hestia weaving flowers while she was seated in front of me. Her skin gleamed even brighter as she sat in the sun’s optimal position. It was difficult to tell whether one was the real flower.
Hestia was diligently crafting a wreath for my head when she visited my home today. Her reddish hair was blowing in the breeze, revealing her large, emerald eyes. She was an extremely fortunate young girl with rosy cheeks. I turned my head away as Hestia grinned and cocked her head. (I Don’t Want To Be a Magpie Bridge)
“Char? Do I have anything on my face?
“I hope this year will be nice again.
Future security is assured.
Hestia grinned at me and remarked, “I don’t know what you’re talking about again.”
Since we were babies, Hestia and I have been pals. I have made an effort to keep Hestia at a distance in order to improve my prospects after realising that this is the fictional world of a book. But Hestia had a strong hold on my life. (I Don’t Want To Be a Magpie Bridge)
First of all, because our parents were so near, Hestia was unable to watch while I behaved like my brothers from my past life. I’ve just kept being her friend thus far. (I Don’t Want To Be a Magpie Bridge)
“Did Char submit an application this time for admission to the academy?”
While I was pondering, Hestia abruptly began speaking. I
was startled and instantly responded.
“Ah? Oh. Uh-huh.”
My head was covered in the wreath, which Hestia then blew into my cheeks.
“Geez! That’s excessive! I advised applying together.
“I already applied for you because I thought that too,” she said.
“Oh! Really? Wow, we’ll all be at the Academy together!
Her green eyes sparkled in the form of a half-moon. Hestia giggled while clapping.
Take this, I know it’s fantastic.
I took out a letter, which caused my expression to return to normal. To Hestia was written on top of the gorgeous pink letter. I was also asked to deliver this love letter. This time, it was Eric, a boy who was someone else’s child and had a good appearance, who fell for Hestia. He had the perceptive characteristics of someone looking ahead. (I Don’t Want To Be a Magpie Bridge)
“What is that? A letter of love? Do you own it? You seem to be quite well-liked, don’t you?
Hestia expressed curiosity about my letter. I sighed when I saw Hestia grinning and enquiring about whether the letter was for me. The letter was suddenly ripped out of my fingers by her.
“I met him at the tea party, is that right? Eric is his name! Has he shown any interest in you?
It fits a well-known pattern. She’ll look remorseful shortly. As she reads the name on the letter, Hestia scowls. (I Don’t Want To Be a Magpie Bridge)
Oh, was that for me? It’s strange… You’re a lot
more lovely and more beautiful than I am. Why did he visit us?
Hestia smiled broadly and asked those inquiries as I remained motionless.
Why do they need help? It’s strange. Do you not agree?
it’s strange too?”
I smiled at Hestia’s smile.
Are you okay with me hitting you?
Hestia made a disgruntled face and stuck out her tongue in response to my statements.
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The tale of the magpie lovers is what?
A flock of magpies would construct a bridge once a year on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month to bring the lovers back together for just one day. Despite the fact that the tale has been told in many different ways, the earliest recorded mention of it is in a poem from the Classic of Poetry, which was written more than 2600 years ago.
What are the two lovers in Chinese myth?
In China, many people are familiar with the Valentine’s Day tale about the Niulang and Zhinu (Cowherd and Weaver Girl). On opposite sides of the Milky Way, the two lovers have split apart. They can only come together by the magpies bridge every year on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month.