TOONGA

I became the sixteen-year-old Rosalitte. Upon rolling off my bed, I opened my eyes to the world of ‘Asterion of the Blue Starry Night,’ a cliche BL novel packed with drama, blind passion, and angst. I found myself as none other than Rosalitte—the sixteen-year-old elder sister of the main character Asterion, who committed suicide after leading an impulsive life. Although I let the original story unfold as planned, at its finish, I found myself back in the body of sixteen-year-old Rosalitte. This time instead of sitting idly by, I tried to raise Asterion well, yet ended up dying for a second time and woke up back in repossession of Rosalitte. I tried deviating from the novel and engrossed myself with disciplining myself instead of my younger brother—but failed to escape the loop. It was the same ending when I began to learn magic, and even again when attending the magic tower’s graduation party. After reincarnating as Rosalitte Roxburgh for the sixteenth time, I’m still looking for a way to die and end this never ending cycle.

One day, I woke up as Rosalite, the older sister of Asterion in the novel, “Asterion of the Twilight.” I may not be the main character, but it’s not so bad. Rosalite’s little brother, though, is fated to die in the story at 18 and that just seems really unfair after all the drama he’s been through (did I mention his story is a BL?). Now that I’m Rosalite, I decide to save him. But no matter how hard I try, he just keeps dying and every time he dies, I turn back into 16-year-old Rosalite. Ten or so deaths later, I’m more determined than ever to save him. Rich, royal, or sexy foreigner: whoever touches my little brother will die!

One day, I woke up as Rosalite, the older sister of Asterion in the novel, “Asterion of the Twilight.” I may not be the main character, but it’s not so bad. Rosalite’s little brother, though, is fated to die in the story at 18 and that just seems really unfair after all the drama he’s been through (did I mention his story is a BL?). Now that I’m Rosalite, I decide to save him. But no matter how hard I try, he just keeps dying and every time he dies, I turn back into 16-year-old Rosalite. Ten or so deaths later, I’m more determined than ever to save him. Rich, royal, or sexy foreigner: whoever touches my little brother will die!