Sentient Objects
Poison Apple
I transmigrated into the villainess’s… apple.
That’s right, the Poison Apple from Snow White’s stepmother.
On the very first day after transmigrating, I cried because I was so ugly.
Damn it, half red and half green.
Maybe because I was crying too loudly, the Magic Mirror next door cautiously poked me.
“Um… actually, I think you’re the most… special… apple in this world.”
I paused, then glanced at his slightly reddened mirror surface.
“…Thanks, Comfort Hero.”
Slaying Evil and Vanquishing Wickedness
After I died, my bones became the sword in his hand.
Little did he know that I rarely exercised while I was alive, and I’d developed osteoporosis at a young age.
The sword forged from my bones was sharp enough, but it lacked resilience.
The very first time he used me, someone lopped off his head.
