I died and got reincarnated in another world

Chapter 1

"Who are you?" I ask the man in front of me. Is he Death?

"No, I'm not."He replies as if he read my thoughts. "Not really, but close enough."

My gaze narrows at him. Then what is he? God? Whatever, I already named him Death in my mind. I think it's only appropriate given that he is wearing a black coat.

"I will give you another chance to live, Jessica. "

Suspicious. Why would anyone give me another chance?

"What's the catch?"

He laughs, his eyes twinkling in amusement. "There's no catch. I heard you begging for another life and I just happened to be in a good mood."

Really? All because he was in a good mood? And I was definitely not begging, excuse me.

I was so ready to retaliate when gave me an offer that was too tempting to refuse.

"Are you serious! To live in a fantasy world? No way! Count me in!" He never really mentioned that I'd be living in a fantasy world, only that he'll give me another chance to live in another world but I'd like to think it like that.

"I'm glad you are happy," He raises his hand and a shimmering light envelops my body. "One important thing, you will act as a replacement soul to somebody who died recently. Well then,"

"Wha-"

"We'll see each other again. Hopefully not so soon."

The last thing I can remember was Death's creepy smiling face.

***

I found myself lying on a very soft bed- something that I never had the chance to experience before. I'm hurting and feverish but it doesn't really bother me because the bed I'm lying on is so comfortable and warm making me want to stay lying on it forever. However, my musing got interrupted when I heard voices near me. Feeling brave, I open my eyes to see a man in his early 30's and a young woman dressed in a white wardrobe.

The man is handsome. With wavy jet black hair combed neatly to the back and clothes that are made up of expensive material, he definitely look like a noble to me. They are talking in an unknown language. I don't know. I never heard of it before. The woman is a nurse, I think, because when she notice that I'm already awake, she immediately checks me. With a wave of her hand and a chant 'shoveruderfgthuy', my body is free of fatigue.

Great! So I'm in a world where magic is real! Imagine the things I could do! How about conquering this world? That's not so bad. I think I can manage that. Fufu.

Suddenly, I'm assaulted with the memories of the original owner of this body.

***

Her name was Everild Blackstrand. A 4 year old girl who was born mute and frail. According to the memories, Everild was the daughter of some big shot noble- someone who owns a place called Coastdell and that man I saw earlier was her father. His name is Markus Blackstrand. But don't be fooled by his good-looking appearance because he's actually a bastard extraordinaire. At least, to Everild.Her mother died last year. Everild has two siblings from another mother. An older brother and a sister of the same age. Eh, Markus sure was a busy guy. Anyway, these two seriously loathed her.

Her life was not easy. The little girl was considered a disgrace to the family. Apparently, her family was famed for having a knack for magic and conceiving strong magical babies. It was their pride. Everild Blackstrand was the only anomaly. She cannot live up to the name of their 'glorious and noble' family name and thus, scorned. All because she was born mute with a frail body and weak constitution. In short, her life really sucked. My time in the orphanage can't even compare to this level of bad luck.