As soone who usually enjoys reading novels, I knew all too well how the concept of a "gender-swapped world" favored n. A world where the roles of n and won were reversed.
When I first arrived in this new world—
Finally, the mont has co.
An opportunity to unleash my hidden "Gustavo Train Cannon."
—that’s what I thought.
So, I casually went to a convenience store, lingering around for a while. After all, in this kind of genre, it’s a given that just breathing is enough to attract won.
But reality was harsh.
"Don’t worry about bringing the water over."
"Oh… Okay…"
The part-tir had no interest in at all. And it wasn’t even a guy. She was a pretty decent-looking girl, yet she had zero interest in .
It was then I realized:
Ah, this isn’t paradise.
I’d better just live as I normally would.
Until that reality hit , I had been in my small apartnt, imagining what my future here might look like. I had dreams of making a stylish return to college and living a life that attracted attention from those around .
But now—
Tap-tap-tap.
I was just a guy stuck in his room playing gas. Nothing had changed from before.
The only difference was that guys were rare in gas now.
"Well, at least that’s a perk."
Whenever I found myself in a disadvantageous spot, I could pull the “But I’m a guy!” card and avoid getting flad. Of course, that wouldn’t work on the Gallery.
If I tried the “But I’m a guy!” excuse there, I’d get hit with an onslaught of insults from anonymous users, filled with an absurd level of hostility. Not that I knew why, and frankly, I didn’t care to find out.
"Hmm."
Lost in these thoughts, I continued playing.
Ding!
A cheerful sound and a vibration from my phone—an incoming notification.
Pausing my ga for a mont, I checked my phone. It was a text telling to start work tomorrow.
"Well, at least I don’t have to worry about money now."
Money had been one of the trivial worries I had in this gender-swapped world. I needed to make sure the lease on my apartnt was still valid and that the people I knew were still around.
Fortunately, nothing had changed. The lease was intact, and my parents hadn’t suddenly reappeared. Even my younger sister was still here. The only difference was the swapped gender roles.
Sighing, I flipped my phone back down and resud the ga I had paused.
"Gotta finish this story."
I planned to complete this ga’s main story before switching to another. Leaving it unfinished would just make everything feel incomplete.
—“Did you get everything?”
Hearing the voice of "Arthur," who was now a woman, I hid behind a wall.
Beep. Beep-beep-beep. Beep.
The sound of a five-digit code being entered, and soone ca into my studio apartnt.
It was—
"Ugh, it stinks in here. Can you air it out?"
My little sister.
Whether it mattered that she was a girl was debatable, but biologically, she was female, so calling her my “sister” seed appropriate.
"Can you open the window? I’m in the middle of sothing urgent."
"Urgent? You’re just gaming. What nonsense."
"Arthur!! I’ll co to save you soon!!!"
For , gaming was life. If Arthur died here, I was fully prepared to shed at least a tear.
"Whatever," my sister muttered as she opened the window wide. Fall had arrived, so the breeze was a bit chilly.
"Ah, that’s cold!"
"You should get so fresh air once in a while. How can you spend all day gaming inside?"
"Let’s say I’m using online resources to engage in healthy hobbies with others."
"Right. Sure," she replied, rolling her eyes, as she set down her bag and plopped herself onto the desk chair. She turned on her computer.
As my only little sister, I usually let her be, but this was too much. I paused my ga and got up.
"Turn off the computer."
"Why?"
"You’re a senior in high school. Shouldn’t you be studying, not gaming?"
"You didn’t study either, did you?"
"I got into a good college, didn’t I?"
Luckily, I was talented enough in studying to get into a reputable university without sacrificing too much sleep. I was currently on a leave of absence, but still.
"My test scores are fine too."
"Alright, let’s hear them."
I hadn’t heard about her mock exam grades recently, so I thought it wouldn’t hurt to check.
"8, 3, 1, 1, 1, 1."
"A traitor to the country, huh?"
I couldn’t believe it. Who the heck scores an 8 in Korean history? At the very least, you should be scoring around a 5 if you’re human.
"Why’s your Korean history grade so bad? It’s just morization."
"It’s boring."
"Fine, but what about that 3 in language?"
"…I’m more of a practical learner."
"Sure, right."
I raised an eyebrow. She was bad at language and Korean history but supposedly good at English.
"Maybe citizenship isn’t for you."
"Oh, co on."
"I’m serious."
As I teased her, she launched her ga. In truth, I wasn’t about to stop her from playing. If you stifle a high school senior’s hobbies too much, their grades often suffer.
"So, are you going to play? I even dread last night about which champion to pick."
"Do as you please."
She was playing League of Legends, but I never found it appealing enough to try. People say it’s hard to get into, and that alone kept from trying.
“Let’s play one ga together; League is really fun!”
"I’d rather not get sucked into LoL Hell."
Most terms remained similar to my old world, except the ones with gender in them, which were reversed.
"Oh, co on, just a taste! Why do you think like that?"
"They say it’s hard. I don’t like difficult gas."
"But you’re always playing Hearthstone."
"Excuse , that’s a ‘strategic card ga.’"
"It’s the sa thing."
It seed my sister, hooked on League, couldn’t appreciate the nuances of a “strategic card ga.” I’d tried introducing it to her once—
"Who even plays that crap?" she’d said, and I abandoned the idea of playing together.
Anyway, I had no desire to play League. I was already struggling to finish the storyline in the ga I was playing.
"Enjoy your solo queue, then. I’ll be over here clearing my ga."
Sitting back down, I continued my Western-thed ga. Shooting enemies down with a pistol, I felt I was close to reaching the next segnt. Just a bit more, and I’d be ready to move on.
But then—
"Ugh, politics again. Did he register his birth in Yeouido?"
I heard my sister muttering under her breath. Normally, I’d have comnted, but I let it slide. After all, League was notorious for this.
"When the jungler cos, you’re supposed to engage, geez…"
It seed her role was jungler. Though I wasn’t interested in League, I knew enough about it to recognize its reputation for harboring so rather "passionate" players.
‘It’s impressive what this ga does to people.’
My sister, usually one to avoid swearing, was visibly affected by League’s influence. I was glad I hadn’t started playing.
I resud my ga, clearing the storyline.
“Ugh—”
Stretching my stiffened body, I stood up and noticed my sister was still engrossed in her ga. It had been at least three hours since she started. I wondered how fun it must be for her to stay that absorbed.
Curious, I approached her from behind and looked over at her monitor.
Tap-tap-tap.
[All][PersonalityIsRealbb][Korriki]: Why are you playing like that?
[All][PersonalityIsRealbb][Korriki]: Hey, jungler, say sothing.
[All][PersonalityIsRealbb][Korriki]: Did I do sothing to you?
[All][PersonalityIsRealbb][Korriki]: Let farm so minions, please.
The word “jungler” appeared, and it seed my little sister was on the receiving end of so scolding. She was struggling.
Then—
[All][BackAlleyNeedleSword][Graves]: Your mom—
That line hit hard.
I wasn’t a League player, but I’d spent enough ti on forums to know exactly what that kind of language ant.
‘Wow, seriously…’
Saying sothing like that… If the other side retaliated with similar language, we wouldn’t have a single coback.
Tap, tap.
"Hey, why—!"
She was fuming, clearly frustrated.
"Move aside a bit. Let your big brother handle this."
If I left her like this, who knows? A lawsuit might just appear in our mailbox, so I decided to step in.
"Take a break."
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