The fat dirty Helen

Lucifer said with a forced smile, "You guys just sit around in the study room all day, staring at those boring papers."

Felix, his expression stoic, continued flipping through the screen of the tablet. "So what? Do you want us to become jobless like you?"

"I'm telling you, Luci, if you keep this up, no woman will agree to date you." A slight smirk formed on the corner of Felix's lips.

Lucifer gave Felix a disdainful stare. "Huh, like anyone wants to date you."

"Why? What's wrong with me?" Felix raised an eyebrow, his focus still on the tablet.

With a smug smile, Lucifer retorted, "Heh! Because no woman is a fan of watching a workaholic Buddha."

Lucifer gave Felix a victorious grin.

"I can never win against you," Felix replied in a tone that lacked any real interest.

Annoyed, Lucifer choked Felix's neck from behind, wrapping his forearm tightly around it. "Stop staring at these f*cking papers like an old man and come to the bar with me!"

Felix slapped his hand away. "You bastard, you want to get beaten, huh?"

They quickly descended into a mock battle, with Lucifer holding Felix's collar while Felix yanked Lucifer's hair and smacked the back of his head repeatedly.

The man in the wheelchair, seated at the main table, continued to read the documents in peace, clearly accustomed to such antics.

A soft voice broke through the commotion. "Ahem, ahem."

Lucifer, one leg on the couch, still gripping Felix's collar, froze mid-action. Felix, meanwhile, had a firm hold on Lucifer's hair, mid-slap.

Both men turned to the doorway, immediately letting go of each other as though nothing had happened. Like proper gentlemen, they adjusted their hair and straightened their clothes.

Felix gave a polite bow. "Good morning, madam."

Lucifer bowed as well, grinning broadly. "Good morning, madam. You're looking as beautiful as ever!" he added with a duck pout.

Felix glared at him, but Lucifer cheekily stuck out his tongue.

The woman in her 40s—Heli Valentine—smiled at their antics.

"Okay, okay, both of you, stand straight," she said warmly as she walked toward the table.

The man in the wheelchair swiped a finger across the touchscreen embedded in the chair's arm, turning it to face her.

"Good morning, Mom," he greeted, lifting his face to meet her gaze.

Heli cupped his face in her hands and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Good morning, Arthur Valentine," she replied teasingly.

"Mom~"

"Okay, okay... Anyway, what did you think about the thing I told you yesterday?"

"Hm?"

Heli hugged Arthur from the side, wrapping her arm around his shoulder and gently resting her chin on his head.

Smiling at Felix and Lucifer, she said, "Didn't I tell you to hire new men? These two are completely useless."

"The moment you choose someone, I'll kick both of them out," Arthur added, his tone calm but tinged with playful relief.

Lucifer's face turned puppy-like as he looked down, his expression heartbroken.

Felix smacked Lucifer's head. "This is all your fault!"

That blow made Lucifer whine. "You're all so cruel to me!" Sniffling dramatically, he added, "I'm going to resign from this job... No one loves me!"

Arthur, Heli, and Felix all burst into laughter.

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ON THE SECOND FLOOR

"Madam, you should stop already," the red-haired maid said in a worried tone.

"It's fine, it's fine," I replied, my cheeks red and swollen.

The red-haired maid—Julie—pleaded again. "But why are you slapping yourself like that?"

"This is just to test if I'm in reality or not," I said, my gaze fixed on my own reflection in the mirror.

It wasn't a woman staring back—it was a masterpiece painted by God himself.

The reflection showed a woman with beautiful hair, its slight curls resembling dark clouds. Her hazel eyes were sharp, big, and fox-like. When sunlight hit them, they shimmered like gold.

Her body... Oh, her body! A willowy figure with delicate curves, the epitome of perfection.

Oh my, I might break this body with my careless behavior.

I extended a hand to touch the reflection in awe, then touched my own face, marveling at this body I'd possessed.

Oh, Mr. Hamster, you were truly too thoughtful.

The girl who had knelt earlier stood nearby, fidgeting nervously with her fingers.

"What's your name?" I asked.

Though I couldn't destroy this body's character by acting overly kind, I could at least show some fairness to the people around me.

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Helen's Past

Helen. An orphan.

After finishing high school while working three part-time jobs, I applied to countless universities, only to hear back from none.

As time passed and I burned through all my savings, I stepped out of my tiny apartment and started working again.

Work-home, work-home, work-home. That was my life.

I wasn't beautiful. My unhealthy lifestyle caused me to gain a lot of weight. My face, covered in pimples, resembled a pineapple. Because of it, I was rejected from many jobs.

Left with no choice, I started wearing a cap and mask to hide myself.

Although this gave me a shred of confidence and helped me secure a cleaning job at a supermarket, I slowly began to erase my own existence.

No family. No friends. If I disappeared one day, no one would cry.

I spent countless nights crying into my pillow, haunted by the thought that my life was meaningless.

Over time, I became invisible. People stopped noticing me. Whether I fell or sat next to couples being lovey-dovey, it didn't matter. I was nobody.

One day, I found a novel lying on the street. It became my solace.

In that world of fiction, I found comfort and even made a few online friends who shared my struggles. We supported one another, talking endlessly about novels, until... I lost my life.

I don't know if anyone will ever visit my grave.

Will my landlady notice that I never returned home that rainy day?

Will my three online friends wonder why I never messaged them again?

Or will the world just forget that Helen—the dirty, fat girl—ever existed?

Tears blurred my vision as hot streams ran down my cheeks.

Was my life truly that miserable?

Now, in this new body, I have a chance. I want someone to remember me.

Even if I leave this body someday, I want someone to feel that something is missing.

This is my last chance to leave a mark in someone's heart. Otherwise, I'll vanish from the world as though Helen never existed.