A Transmigrator’s Privilege

It’s the era of Transmigration.
I was hoping to be reborn as the adorable heroine of a cozy childcare story, showered with love and doted on.
Instead, I possessed the worst possible novel.
Number one on the “avoid at all costs” list.
The undisputed king of frustrating, suffocating angst.
I possessed someone inside an infinite time-loop misery-fest novel called: Return Until the World is Saved.
In a world where survival difficulty is already S-rank, I didn’t even land as a young lady from a prominent family or anything remotely important. I became an extra, Aillet, the young daughter of a household servant in the Count’s manor.
But even so… it wasn’t all bad.
We are poor, but it’s a happy life between a kind brother and a good father. I even made a best friend who matches my tastes perfectly, something I never had the time or luxury to build in my previous life.
Even the gods of the Transmigration Management Bureau are openly fond of me.
I’m living a life full of confidence.
On top of that, I accidentally bought the ‘After-Life Insurance’ full package just before my death. The perks kicked in, I leveled up with the high-speed growth buff, and diligently destroyed the original plot.
Thanks to plenty of special privileges, I came to give satisfaction for all the frustrated readers of the original work.
And then—
“You wiped your face with your dirty hands.”
“…….”
“Don’t be surprised. It’s because I have an obligation to be kind.”
And then, there’s the protagonist who is still nothing more than a handsome pushover, Thesilid.
‘Why is he being this crafty with me?’