Prologue + Chapter 1

He died after playing nothing but nameless extra roles. He didn’t know whether it was an accident or suicide. Because that was a very old memory.

After that, he was reborn, died, and reborn again. For some reason, his memories were not erased. The memories of all his lives accumulated within him.

He created the Library of Lives.

Some lives were so long and vast that he placed them on a shelf in a corner of the library, while others were so precious that he placed them within easy reach and often took them out to look at them.

He could not reincarnate as a human.

He didn’t particularly wish to be born as a human, but while he had repeatedly reincarnated as other creatures, he had never once reincarnated as a human. It was strange.

Just as his first life was gradually fading from memory, he was reborn again.

As a human.

“Goo-goo-goo.“

The baby laughed. At that smile, the newlywed couple, Lee Minjoon and Seo Eunhye, clutched their chests and swooned.

“Our baby is just too cute…….”

At Seo Eunhye’s pained sigh, Lee Minjoon also nodded. The couple’s baby, now seven months old, was so gentle—almost too gentle—that he truly seemed like a blessing. He ate well, pooped well, and had no ailments.

Couples with babies of the same age envied Lee Minjoon and Seo Eunhye.

“Seojun! Lee Seojun!”

“Daddy, it’s daddy!”

The baby laughed with a squeal! Even though he was still a baby, his round eyes sparkled and his features were distinct.

His beaming smile was like spring sunshine. He was a very cute baby, as if he had collected only the best features of his mom and dad.

“Haaaahm.“

As the baby yawned, the couple’s voices softened. Seo Eunhye gently patted the belly of the baby lying in the crib. Lee Minjoon pressed the button on the CD player placed on the dresser. A cute, gentle children’s song flowed out softly.

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The baby, Lee Seojun, opened his eyes.

Hmm.

Lee Seojun thought. It’s too big.

The door before his eyes was too large. It was the door to the library containing his past life memories. A baby hand, no bigger than a maple leaf, slapped the huge library door.

The door did not open.

Of course not.

There were times when he was born as a creature with sub-threshold intelligence. Even then, he sometimes visited this memory library.

Sub-threshold intelligence—in other words, an ‘idiot’—would absorb any ability seen before its eyes without a second thought. Sometimes, that ability was beyond the limits of the ‘outer body’ it possessed, and in those cases, the body would be destroyed ten times out of ten.

After several lives died like that, he tightly closed off this library. And he made it so that only doors matching the ‘body’ would open.

I’ll give up on this door for now.

This huge door, too, would swing wide open just by Lee Seojun’s hand touching it once his abilities grew.

Lee Seojun waved his tiny hand. The huge door, like a revolving door, vanished to the side, and a smaller door appeared before Lee Seojun.

There were many doors in the library. Every time an ‘idiot’ appeared, he would set ability standards and create libraries… Come to think of it, it seemed a lot of ‘idiots’ had died.

He made it visually easy to understand. The larger the ability, the larger the door; the smaller the ability, the smaller the door.

The size of the books containing life memories also varied greatly. If it was the life of an old, large monster, there was a big, thick book; if it was the life of a small, short-lived monster, there was a small, thin book.

Lee Seojun kept waving his hand. The doors grew smaller and smaller. Passing by doors the size of five-story and three-story buildings—too tall for the baby him to even look up at—he finally reached a blue door the size of a doghouse. It was the smallest library here.

This is the library I made when I was a slime.

Mourning the ‘idiot’ slime that died just three days after birth, Lee Seojun sat on the floor in front of the small door and pondered.

His appearance in the library changed according to his current body. For him, now seven months old, sitting alone on the floor was an impressive feat.

Just a few weeks ago, he was lying on the floor in front of the library door, staring only at the firmly closed door. Sometimes, he would even roll over.

Perhaps because his head was big, sitting was a bit strenuous, so Lee Seojun plopped down on his back.

If it were any other time, I would have already opened it and gone in…

The method of opening the door was simple. He just had to touch the library door.

Lee Seojun lifted both legs and kicked the air.

Heave-ho, heave-ho.

The growth of a human baby is too slow.

Even if he went through a door of this level, the only books he could see would be useless ones, like books about slimes that only hop around or books about fairies that just fly around shining brightly.

Lee Seojun was someone who, upon being reborn, would assess the situation, learn the skills necessary for that life, and record them. There were probably things he had forgotten due to having too many lives.

Since it was his first human life, he needed to examine the books to see what was appropriate and what abilities were absolutely necessary.

Well, no. It seems like I don’t really need to look at them right now.

He was a baby whose job was to eat, sleep, and poop.

Of course, the [Elf’s Basic Breathing Technique]—something he did every time he was reborn (when his disposition was good (light))—was firmly memorized, and he had been practicing it from the moment he gained consciousness until now.

Even as a baby, his sparkling, outstanding appearance was all thanks to the elves’ basic breathing technique.

Lee Seojun lowered his legs, which had been kicking the air, and rolled over. Rolling over was very easy now.

Huh?

As he turned his body and laid on the floor, he saw a very small door next to the doghouse-sized door. It was a door the size of Lee Seojun’s face.

Aside from being small, it was covered in dust and very dark, a black door, so it seemed to have gone unnoticed. It was impressive that he had discovered it now.

I’ve never seen something like this before…

Tilting his head, he reached out and pressed the pattern on the door. The door slowly opened.

He stuck his head inside the door. It got stuck at his shoulders, but that was fine. Inside, there was only one book.

Lee Seojun pulled his head out, put one hand in, and grabbed the book. To his recollection, it was a book he had never seen before.

The book pulled outside looked very old. It was covered in a thick layer of dust, and it seemed like if he blew on it—whoosh—each piece of paper would turn to dust and fly away.

The baby slowly opened the book.

The book was written in Korean.

Lee Seojun knew that life memories recorded in Korean gradually changed into monster scripts. Because unconsciously, monster scripts felt more comfortable.

But this was all recorded in Korean.

It was his first life.

All Lee Seojun remembered about his first life was that he was a nameless actor. He didn’t even remember how he died.

The baby spread the old book on the floor and slowly read through it. The Korean was awkward, but he read while slowly recalling the memories.

The book was interesting.

It was the story of a man—Lee Seojun himself, but the memory was hazy, so it felt like someone else—who tried and tried to become an actor but ultimately failed to make a name for himself and died in an accident during filming.

Hmm.

At the very end of the book, a short sentence was written. It must have been the memory of what Lee Seojun himself thought at the very, very last moment before he died.

Even if I’m reborn, I want to become an actor. In my next life, I want to try being the main character.

The baby, sitting before the old book spread on the floor, sank deep into thought.

His heart, which had grown indifferent after many lives, felt a slight flutter. He wondered if there had ever been a time when he lived as hard as this man to become something.

There hadn’t.

At first, he was too busy surviving, and later, life became too boring.

The baby grinned.

Somehow, he felt influenced by the book.

Okay! Let’s do it, actor!

The baby looked at the book before his eyes.

No.

As if comforting his past self who died meaninglessly, he tapped the book.

What’s “just an actor”?! You should at least become a superstar.

He would become a superstar who would be remembered throughout history.

The baby made that promise in front of the book of the nameless actor.