Chapter 1: Five thousand won.

H-Heeek… Here’s my card…

…? Thank you for your business.

Y-Yes, y-yes… S-Sorry…

…?

‘They must have thought I was weird.’

‘The world outside the internet is dangerous after all.’

I turned on my phone to catch my breath for a moment.

*Ding.*

A community notification had arrived.

A comment on my post.

[This bastard writes like an orphan every time, lol.]

‘…I should scold a friend who says such bad things.’

–This bastard writes like an orphan every time, lol.

–(OP) Your mom, lol. People only see what they want to see, lol.

Whew, my mind feels at ease.

‘My sanctuary truly is this community.’

‘It’s strange, but I speak so freely here.’

‘My self-esteem seems to go up too…’

****

As soon as I arrived home, I turned on my computer and logged into the community.

[Red Save >>> If it’s a god-tier game, upvote.]

[Public Opinion Test]

[What’s with the new character design, lololol.]

[New.jpg]

[Is this really the quality of a one-person indie game?!]

, the number one popular subculture game on the Play Market.

It’s a game that gained attention because an anonymous solo developer created the story, illustrations, and modeling all by themselves.

And, the community for .

The Red Save Minor Gallery.

A place where posts about Red Save are uploaded.

Commonly known as ‘Rese-gal’.

And I, the manager of the Red Save Minor Gallery.

My main job is handling troublemakers.

[New character lewd pics coming, lolololo.]

“Oh.”

As soon as I saw the post, I reflexively clicked it.

The content of the post was a collection of disgusting photos.

“Ah.”

‘To betray my earnest heart like this…’

‘Unforgivable. Immediate deletion and a 720-hour ban.’

‘I protected this gallery today too.’ A proud feeling washed over me.

[If you find this cliquish bastard of a manager disgusting, upvote, lolol.]

‘This motherfucker gets banned too.’

As I continued to ban the trash disturbing the gallery one by one, it was past 4 AM.

Even for an unemployed NEET with no concept of day or night, it was time to sleep.

Seeing the piled-up ban history in the gallery, I lay down in bed with a renewed sense of pride.

‘I dealt with that many villains!’

‘I can save people from troublemakers!’

Thinking that, I fell asleep contentedly.

****

*Chirp, chirp.*

My eyes opened to the sound of birds chirping outside and the sunlight streaming in.

‘Strangely, I feel refreshed…’

I stretched.

And exhaled.

“Hwaaah…”

‘What is this? My voice isn’t supposed to be this cute and feminine, is it?’

“Ah, ah, ah…”

Thinking I misheard, I tried speaking several times, but it was definitely a very moe-moe voice.

A voice that sounded like it belonged in the Red Save game was coming from my throat.

‘What the hell is going on?’

Feeling something was off with my voice, I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom.

*Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter.*

My footsteps also felt lighter and cuter than usual.

In the mirror I looked into with a bewildered expression, there was a cute girl.

It took about a minute for me to realize that it was me…

Black straight hair and purple eyes.

A well-proportioned body, neither too thin nor too plump.

My height was roughly… around 140 cm?

“…Th-This is just too cute…”

The reflection in the mirror looked like something out of the Red Save game, no… it was twice as cute as that.

Thinking it might be a dream, I pinched my cheek hard, but it only made the reflection in the mirror look even cuter, with no other effect.

For about three minutes in front of the mirror, I admired myself, puffing out my cheeks, making a V-sign, winking, and striking various poses.

‘Let’s calm down a bit… and calmly assess the situation I’m in.’

****

TRANS s*x.

Commonly known as T.S.

To put it simply… it’s when one’s gender changes due to magical or scientific power.

‘In my case, I must have become male->female.’

There are cases where you die and live a woman’s life in an entirely new body, or live a life in a parallel world where you were born a woman.

But seeing my room still the same and my male ID in my wallet, it doesn’t seem to be one of those cases.

It seems just I, Kim Yuju, am the only one who changed.

If I were an ordinary person, there would be problems from going to work to daily life…

‘But for this hikikomori body, it doesn’t matter at all.’

‘With no work, no friends, nothing, I can now enjoy the life of a super cute S-rank high school girl without any worries. That’s it!’

****

If there was one small problem… it was that I had run out of money.

A long time ago, I used to work part-time at a convenience store to make a living, but after becoming the Rese-gal manager, I quit to focus on the gallery.

And it’s not like the site operator would be so moved by my passion that they’d consider me an indispensable talent and give me money, so running out of money was only natural.

‘Then what should I do?’

‘Should I work part-time at a convenience store again?’

‘No, my current self has become even more of a shut-in after a year of managing the gallery.’

‘If I tried working part-time again with this personality… my mental state would shatter at a customer’s demand for their usual pack of cigarettes.’

‘Should I try another part-time job?’

‘No, it would be the same with any other part-time job…’

‘As I am now… I wouldn’t be able to do any job that requires offline social skills.’

‘Then what should I do?’

The money I have left is 30,640 won.

With this, I can’t enjoy the life of a super cute S-rank high school girl, like buying lots of pretty clothes and trying them on in front of the mirror.

“Haaah…”

I sighed with my cute voice and poked my soft cheek.

Part of my stress relief.

“No matter how I think about it, a part-time job is impossible… employment is also impossible with my specs… difficult.”

I was about to say impossible, but changed it to difficult.

‘Red Save Gallery Manager’

‘That’s not a bad spec, is it?’

‘Plus, I have excellent internet skills and I’m a cute-looking girl.’

‘The more I think about it, aren’t I S-rank talent?’

“Hehe…”

As I chuckled contentedly, a brilliant idea flashed through my mind.

‘Excellent internet skills and a girl.’

“Ah, ah, ahem…”

‘My voice is also very cute…’

‘Why didn’t I think of this sooner?’

‘When it comes to TS, shouldn’t this be the first thing to think of?’

‘Streaming’

‘It’s the most representative element of TS stories, allows you to earn a fortune if successful, and involves minimal offline contact.’

‘For me, it’s a dream job.’

‘Although I’d have to reveal my voice… if I just think of it as in-game voice chat, it’s not impossible.’

‘Yes, I should start streaming.’

****

“Alright, that’s enough thinking for today~!”

I still need to decide on the broadcast concept and content, but my brain has reached its limit. This much mental activity without dopamine is too much.

Now, I need to recharge my dopamine.

When I turned on my phone to recharge my dopamine…

85 notifications from the gallery app.

“Huh?”

With a bad feeling, I entered the gallery and clicked on the ‘Popular Posts’ tab.

[You f*cking manager bastard.]

[Gore pics incoming!+!+!+!+]

[Manager -> If you hate them, upvote, lolol.]

[Hello, our beloved regular, My.Slayer-nim!+!+!+!+]

[Is there no manager online now?]

[Manager’s cliquish behavior proof.jpg]

Uh…

“…I’m screwed.”