I Just Started Playing with Skins, and the Eerie School Belle Thinks I’m One of Her Kind!

[Human Skin Fiction, Decisive Action, No Clichés]

Before transmigrating, I was probably an orphan...

All I know is that when I came to in this body, I was in kindergarten. A decade later, I was plain-looking and unpopular at school. Then, one day, a voice rang in my ear.

Congratulations on obtaining Human Skin Dao No. 000. Is this the skin relic I've read about in books? Can I play with it too?

Just as I was fantasizing about turning my life around, I went straight for revenge, taking the skin of the girl who used to bully me. I was about to find the campus beauty and have some fun wearing her skin.

But when I found her, she told me she'd found someone like herself. She was so happy.

I don't get it. I was definitely human, so why does everyone around me give off the aura of one of my kind?