After Death, I Gave Up
After getting fired from my company, I returned to the countryside, spending my days playing rummy with my grandmother, but my entire family went insane, searching for me everywhere.
It was because my younger sister, the family's prodigy jewelry designer, couldn't come up with a single design after I left.
In my previous life, at the National Jewelry Design Competition, she managed to produce designs identical to mine before I even finished mine.
Everyone assumed I had copied her work. Even my own family testified in her favor.
The company accused me of misconduct and plagiarism, claiming my actions had tarnished their reputation. I was fired on the spot and ordered to pay a huge fine.
My family, seeing me as nothing but a burden, threw me out of the house.
Crushed by the weight of family betrayal and public judgment, I fell into depression, only to be killed on the street by one of my sister's obsessive fans.
As my consciousness faded, I couldn't understand why my sister managed to create the exact same design before I did.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day I just signed up for the National Jewelry Design Competition.