Black Killer Whale Baby - Chapter 1

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Chapter 1
Prologue
“Hah… hah…”
The sky was pitch black.
Black Smoke swirled around me, and the stench of decay drifted from somewhere unseen.
I barely managed to open my eyes, caked with blood, and surveyed the corpses scattered around me one by one.
‘…That one’s the Male Protagonist, and that one’s the Supporting Male Lead.’
When I turned my gaze from the sprawled bodies, another heap of the dead lay strewn across the ground.
If I had to point out something peculiar… they all shared the same hair color.
The same color as mine.
They were my older brothers.
‘That one’s the Eldest Brother, the one still clutching his sword until the end is the Second Brother… The Third Brother over there died crying without even closing his eyes.’
Now my time was nearly up as well.
I exhaled an irritated sigh.
‘Damn it, I can’t even make it past twenty-two in this cycle either.’
There was no trace of the fear typical of those facing death.
Because this was already my third time repeating this nightmare.
Remarkably, this world exists within the pages of a nurturing-genre novel.
I’ve experienced this world three times over.
I’m exhausted.
Twenty, twenty-one, and twenty-two.
All the ages at which I’ve died.
I felt pity watching my family members dead or dying around me.
‘…Being born into a Villain Family isn’t even a crime. Ptui.’
If I’ve transmigrated into a book, there’s probably no one living as miserably as I do.
Especially not when I’ve transmigrated into what’s supposed to be an adorable nurturing story.
I slowly lifted my head.
A Black Mass filled the entire sky.
Within it, a single man floated weightlessly.
Behind the floating man, the smoke took on a distinct form.
It was a dragon.
To explain—that man was a living dragon.
The one called the Dragon Duke.
And this catastrophe had unfolded because that dragon grew enraged and went berserk.
‘I wish there wouldn’t be a next cycle. But there will be, won’t there.’
No matter what I do, why does fate never change?
I could feel my own life slipping away now.
At the same moment, the man raised his hand, and a black sphere materialized in his palm.
A Black Mass of enormous proportions.
Remembering how a much smaller one had obliterated an entire city, this time would surely be the end.
‘If only those crazy male protagonists hadn’t driven the Dragon Duke to rampage…!’
Why did I have to touch the Dragon Duke and cause this disaster?!
‘No, the ending of a parenting novel being total annihilation? That makes no sense!’
After staring blankly at the sky one last time, I suddenly snapped my eyes open.
A man floating in the sky, a world that would surely perish with that black sphere’s explosion.
Between the already fragmented sky, I glimpsed something familiar.
Nostalgic streets, familiar bridges and roundabouts. And Gwanghwamun and Gyeongbokgung….
‘Wait. Seoul Streets?!’
I hadn’t seen it wrong.
It was Seoul, the city I’d come to miss.
Upon spotting clear Hangul signboards, my eyes widened further.
‘Why can I see that? Ah, if I go there, I think I can return home!’
But unfortunately… my eyes were slowly closing.
What is this, what’s happening? I finally found my homeland…!
How unfair.
I had no strength left to endure.
Yet as I watched the black sphere approaching, I felt a thrill.
That’s it, with that I can live longer!
I can return home.
Before death, I laughed bitterly.
Third cycle of my parenting novel life.
Next time, I’m conquering the dragon.
“Hey, hey, look there. The Dragon’s Bride is passing by.”
Ugh, my ears are ringing.
“So the bride this generation is her? Lucky. She’s famous for being useless.”
“Yeah, that’s right. They say she never awakened a single power from birth.”
My name is Calypso Aquasiadel.
I am a transmigrator trapped in a mass-produced parenting novel, cursed by the passage of time.
What do I mean?
I tried to change the original story to live a better life, only to meet a destruction ending.
I thought that was the end, but instead of ending, I became a pitiful beastman caught in a loop of regression.
This place is a parenting novel titled “I Became the Terminally Ill Daughter of the Black Panther Duke.”
During the period I read novels, parenting fiction was absolutely flooding the market.
“Black Panther Daughter” was one of them.
A beloved female lead. Doting older brothers. A father who starts cold but becomes a daughter fool.
It was a parenting novel without a single non-clichéd element.
But what mattered was that none of it applied to me.
‘I’ve never seen such an unfair system.’
In this novel, a squirrel beastman female lead is adopted into the Black Panther Family.
She’s adopted as a child and develops a sweet relationship with the youngest son of the family. Unfortunately, the youngest son was the supporting male lead.
Here, I would receive abundant love and achieve a perfect happy ending with the Male Protagonist, a lion-type beastman and crown prince.
The role of the character I possessed was the powerless youngest daughter of the Orca Family, the final hidden mastermind in this novel.
Unlike the original heroine who could be loved simply by being cute and adorable, the Orca Family operated in a world of pure survival of the fittest, where everything was decided by strength alone.
‘There was no family that would melt at words like “cute” or “grandfather.”‘
Most importantly, the family head was not a grandfather, but a grandmother.
As a matriarchal society species, orcas had always appointed the strongest grandmother of each family as the family head.
The current family head, my grandmother, had three sons.
I was the youngest granddaughter of the unremarkable Third Brother, and I possessed no abilities and was frail on top of that.
I had three older brothers above me, and despite their exceptional abilities, they disregarded and ignored me because I was weak in the demanding eyes of my grandmother.
In the original story, I was marked as the Dragon’s Bride, a sacrificial offering who would inevitably die, but by my grandmother’s command, I was sent to the Black Panther Clan instead of the Dragon.
‘To be precise, I was offered as a sacrificial pawn for a political marriage with the Black Panther Clan.’
I was cast in the role of envying and tormenting the original heroine, who was loved despite being weak unlike me, only to be discovered and cast out, dying a horrible death in an accident.
The original Male Protagonist and the original heroine’s half-brother—the Black Panther supporting male lead and my fiancé—stood by and allowed that accident to happen.
‘I tried to change this the moment I possessed this body, but….’
To put it bluntly, I failed spectacularly.
‘Let’s see, in the first playthrough I died trying to seduce the original Male Protagonist. In the second playthrough, I died of tetanus after being scratched by a rusty nail.’
The third playthrough was the previous one, and despite rising to become the head of the Orca Family by learning from my failures.
Absurdly, I fell into the original Male Protagonist’s scheme and met a total annihilation ending where everyone died.
‘But that’s all over now.’
I possess vast amounts of information, and I will not fail again.
‘This playthrough, I will absolutely become the Dragon’s Bride!’
Therefore, I paid no attention whatsoever to the whispers of the people around me.
“Hmm, if she’s the Dragon’s Bride, she’ll definitely die, but she’ll bring wealth to the family, so that works out. The family head disposed of a useless child, didn’t she?”
“It’s no different from being sold off.”
Rather….
‘Spread it more! Let everyone know I’m the Dragon’s Bride!’
In this world, the Dragon’s Bride referred to a young child offered to the Dragon Duke.
Once every ten years, it was said to be done to appease the Dragon’s wrath, and the bride was destined to die.
Tracing this back, this nation was born with the Dragon’s aid, and that Dragon married the First Emperor, bearing two children.
One was a common beastman and became emperor, while the other had such concentrated dragon blood that he went berserk repeatedly and eventually renounced the throne of his own accord.
Instead, he became a Grand Duke, and his bloodline continued through generations, eventually becoming the current Dragon Duke.
“In any case, she’s a princess who’ll die soon.”
“That’s right.”
“Tsk, she barely lived past a year after birth. She might as well have just died instead. Better than being chewed up by the Dragon….”
“Ah, but then she’d be of no use to the family.”
I arrived at the grand chamber while hearing all their whispers.
A massive door opened before my eyes.
‘It’s been a while since I’ve been in this room.’
The room I entered was a study, and incongruously, a baby crib was placed to one side.
The attendant who carried me set me down in the baby crib without a word.
My clumsy movement, heedless of my current state, sent me crashing against the fence, and my bottom stung with a dull ache.
‘Ugh, they should be more careful with how they handle me.’
This family showed no respect whatsoever for infants.
Survival of the fittest—the strong consumed everything.
Even babies were no exception. Only those strong enough to survive were allowed to live.
‘Today is the day I receive my name.’
I am currently three years old in this world’s calendar, exactly twenty-four months since my birth.
Every whale-human in this world must survive beyond two years to be recognized as a true member of the family.
This was because whales had an extraordinarily high probability of sudden death during their first or second year of life.
This world contained only anthropomorphic beings, divided between the Land Animal Clan and the Water Animal Clan, locked in perpetual conflict.
All the major characters in the original work were land animals, while the water animals were invariably villains.
‘The comments section was relentless—calling those fish bastards every name in the book.’
The leader of those fish bastards was the very person now pushing open the door and striding toward me.
Her face bore wrinkles yet radiated commanding presence. Her massive frame was crowned with jet-black hair, the ends bleached white as if deliberately dyed.
My grandmother, Ocula Aquasiadel.

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