Chapter 1
Chapter 1
You Shouldn’t Make “Parent Jokes” at an Orphan
As someone who regularly enjoyed novels, I knew very well just how convenient the “gender-reversed” setting could be for a man.
A world where the roles of men and women are flipped.
When I first arrived in this world—
“Finally, my time has come.”
I really thought that.
I even felt like it was finally time to unleash the “Gustav railway cannon” I’d always kept hidden.
So I casually lingered around a convenience store, just to test things out.
In stories like this, women are supposed to flock to you just for breathing.
But reality was cold.
“You don’t need to bring water.”
“Ah, okay…”
The part-time worker had zero interest in me.
And she wasn’t a guy.
She was actually quite pretty.
But still, she showed absolutely no interest.
That’s when it hit me.
Ah… this isn’t paradise.
I’ll just have to live like I always did.
Before realizing that, I had been sitting in my small apartment, planning out my future.
Returning to university in style.
Living a life where people paid attention to me.
That was the dream.
Click click—
Now, I was just stuck in my room playing games.
No different from before.
The only change was that men were rare in this world.
‘Well, that part is nice at least.’
When things go badly, you can just say, “I’m a guy,” and avoid getting flamed.
Except on forums.
If you say “I’m a guy” there, you’ll get hit with bizarrely aggressive insults and harsh comments.
No idea why.
And honestly, I don’t want to know.
“Hm.”
While thinking that and playing my game—
Ding!
My phone vibrated with a notification.
I paused the game and checked it.
A message had arrived telling me to come to work starting tomorrow.
“At least I don’t have to worry about money.”
After coming to this gender-reversed world, the first things I worried about were basic stuff like money.
Whether my apartment contract was still valid.
Whether people I knew still existed.
After checking, thankfully, nothing had changed.
The contract was intact.
My parents hadn’t suddenly come back.
My younger sibling still existed too.
The only difference was the flipped roles of men and women.
With that thought, I flipped my phone back over and resumed my game.
‘I need to clear this part of the story at least.’
It was the main storyline, so stopping halfway would ruin the experience.
Just as I was hiding behind a wall, listening to the voice of Arthur—who had now become a woman—
“Did you grab everything?”
Beep. Beep-beep-beep. Beep.
Someone entered the apartment after typing in the five-digit passcode.
It was—
“Ugh, it smells. Open a window.”
My younger sibling.
Well, technically female now.
Still, calling her my younger sibling felt right.
“You do it. I’m busy right now.”
“Busy my ass, you’re just gaming.”
“Arthur! I’m coming to save you!!”
To me, games are life.
If Arthur died here, I’d probably shed at least one tear.
As I kept shooting—
“Whatever, I’m done talking.”
My sister, Lee Yeram, opened the window wide.
The autumn air was chilly.
“Ugh, it’s cold.”
“Go outside sometimes. How do you stay inside gaming all day?”
“Could you say I’m enjoying a healthy hobby with others online instead?”
“You sure talk well.”
She dropped her bag and sat at the desk, turning on the computer.
I was willing to overlook it since she’s my only sibling—but this crossed the line.
I paused my game and stood up.
“Turn it off.”
“Why?”
“You’re in your final year. You should be studying.”
“You didn’t study either.”
“I got into a good university.”
Luckily, I had talent for studying.
Got into a well-known university without killing myself over it.
Though I’m on leave now.
“My mock exam scores are good too.”
“Alright, let’s hear them.”
I hadn’t heard her scores in a while.
“8, 3, 1, 1, 1, 1.”
“You traitor.”
How do you get an 8 in Korean history?
At least get a 5.
“Why is your history so bad? It’s just memorization.”
“It’s annoying.”
“Fine, but why is your Korean a 3?”
“…I’m a practical type.”
“Sure you are.”
So she’s bad at Korean and history but good at English?
“Maybe you should consider naturalization.”
“Hey!”
“Seriously.”
We joked around like that, and she launched her game.
I didn’t actually intend to stop her.
Even for a senior, banning everything hurts performance.
“I’ll play one match. I even decided my champion in a dream.”
“Go ahead.”
The game she played was Legend of Legends.
I never tried it.
People say it’s hard to get into.
“Play one round with me. It’s fun.”
“I don’t want to become a ‘LoL guy.’”
Terminology was mostly the same as before, except gender terms were flipped.
“Just try it once.”
“It’s hard, right? I don’t like difficult things.”
“You play card games all the time.”
“Strategic card games.”
“Same thing.”
She had already dismissed my favorite game before, so I had given up.
Anyway, I wasn’t interested.
“I’ll finish my story and switch games.”
And I returned to my seat, enjoying the Wild West setting.
Gunshots, enemies dropping—
I was close to finishing.
Then—
“Ah, here we go again. Were you born in Yeouido or something?”
She muttered.
Normally I’d respond, but not today.
That game had a reputation.
“Jungle, respond when I go! Seriously…”
So she was playing jungle.
Even I knew enough to understand.
That game is full of unhinged people.
‘No wonder she’s like this.’
She rarely cursed—but now she was.
That showed how intense the game was.
I was glad I never started.
Soon, I finished my mission.
“Ugh.”
Stretching, I looked over.
She was still playing.
It had been at least three hours.
Curious, I walked behind her and looked at the screen.
Click click—
[All][InsungIsReallyBB][Koriki]: Why are you playing like that?
[All][InsungIsReallyBB][Koriki]: Jungle, say something
[All][InsungIsReallyBB][Koriki]: Did I do something wrong?
[All][InsungIsReallyBB][Koriki]: Let me farm please
So she was getting flamed.
Then—
[All][BackHoleNidaleeSpear][Graves]: Your mom
…That was bad.
I didn’t even play this game, but I knew exactly what that meant.
‘Seriously…’
If the other side retaliated the same way, we’d have nothing to say.
What a self-destructive move.
Tap tap.
“Hey, why?!”
She was already angry.
“Move. I’ll handle this.”
At this rate, a lawsuit might arrive in the mail.
“Cool your head.”