They say everyone else who gets transported to another world has it made. They come with cheat abilities and end up as the young master of a powerful family—or at worst, an illegitimate son. And they always get a system or an old mentor who tags along. But when I crossed over, there was no adorably airheaded goddess. Instead, a revolting evil god greeted me, tortured me half to death, and threw me into a twisted, terrifying world. I ended up in the body of an orphan girl from the slums, weak and sickly, starving and freezing. My story began at the very bottom, in utter despair. Everyone else starts from zero. I had to start below it. I just want to survive—not only for myself, but also for him, the one who depends on me as much as I depend on him.