Chapter 1. Reincarnation
Chapter 1. Reincarnation
### Prologue
Kim Seok-woo, 27 years old.
Graduated from a local university with a degree in fashion.
He knew how to make clothes, but he couldn't make anything of his own life.
No credentials.
No money.
No connections.
Dating...
"...Hah."
He had tried.
Three times.
All three times, left on read.
"Does this even make sense..."
He muttered, staring at the ceiling of his studio apartment.
"Am I really that bad?"
There was no answer.
Instead, only the laptop screen glowed quietly.
His only conversation partner.
The AI site, 'Tirseuna'.
"...Hey."
He tapped on the keyboard.
【 Tell me how to reset my life.
【 Is reincarnation possible?
【 Do status windows like in games pop up in reality?
【 How to build a harem.
【 How to become the strongest in the world without trying.
His hands stopped.
And, after a moment of hesitation...
【 How to become popular with women when you're ugly and broke.
In reality, an individual's appearance, financial power, and social charm are important.
"...So you're saying it's impossible? Then where the hell does it work..."
The moment he wiped his face with his hands.
Thump!
His heart sank.
"Uh...?"
He couldn't breathe, and his chest tightened.
"...Wait a second."
His body tilted.
He fell off the chair.
Even the sensation of hitting the floor faded.
As his vision blurred, the last thing that came to mind was the laptop screen.
And the sentence floating on it.
The possibilities may differ in other environments.
"...What?"
That was the end.
##
He opened his eyes.
"...Huh?"
The ceiling was different.
Fluorescent light? None.
Instead, countless candles, red silk, wooden pillars, and a subtle scent.
"Where is this again..."
"Eek!"
A scream.
He turned his head.
"...What is this."
The room was full of women kneeling.
Women wearing thin silk clothes
were trembling with their heads bowed low.
"S-Sect Leader-nim...!"
One of them opened her mouth, on the verge of tears.
"You suddenly collapsed... so we..."
"...Sect Leader?"
At that moment, his head felt like it was going to explode.
Crack!
Memories flooded in.
This place is the Central Plains Murim.
And the identity of this body is...
"...Sect Leader of the Hwanrak Cult."
It slipped out of his mouth.
The air in the room froze instantly.
The women bowed their heads even lower.
"...We are sorry."
"...Today... which one of us..."
"...Wait."
Just a second.
His thoughts stopped.
He looked in front of him again.
They were all pretty.
The kind of faces he had never even gotten close to in reality.
And those gazes were directed at him.
Mixed with fear... and anticipation.
"...Is this for real?"
His heart was pounding like crazy.
Could this possibly be an isekai reincarnation?
He looked at the faces of the women staring back at him.
This is... a harem, right?
And at the same time, reality struck him.
Martial arts? He didn't know any.
Internal energy? None.
Fighting? Obviously, he couldn't.
Seriously, if you're going to reincarnate me, give me some abilities and let me start from scratch. Why reincarnate me into a Murim world in a body with no martial arts or internal energy?
"Sect Leader-nim."
The voices of the cultists sounded worried.
If they find out...
That was the moment.
'Ding'
Along with an unfamiliar sound, a familiar window popped up in front of his eyes.
"...Huh?"
A transparent window.
Letters appeared.
--- Tirseuna ---
"...What is this."
He almost stopped breathing.
He touched the air with a trembling hand.
The window reacted.
"Hey... no way."
He typed hurriedly.
【 How to act as the Sect Leader in a Murim world without getting caught
The answer came back quickly.
Maintain mysticism to hide your lack of information.
Answer questions vaguely and leave the interpretation to the other party.
Properly utilize an authoritative tone and silence.
Compensate for the lack of physical ability by utilizing the people around you.
"...This is insane."
The corners of his mouth went up.
"This actually works."
No matter how much this person's memories are applied, there are limits.
But in his head, there is an 'answer key'.
"...Everyone."
He opened his mouth slowly.
The women flinched.
"Today... is a historic day."
"...Yes?"
A moment of silence.
And he deliberately cut off his words.
Mysticism, mysticism.
Silence.
Gaze.
Pressure.
The air in the room tightened.
And slowly.
"...A god has descended into my body."
In an instant, the eyes of the cultists looking at him wavered.
Faith and fear spread simultaneously.
The cultists cheered.
He felt certain.
How to survive in this world.
Not by fighting, but by 'deceiving'.
And the original owner of this body was naturally talented in that area.
"I will deliberate and choose who will receive the blessing."
"...!"
"And...
Small sounds of people catching their breath.
"To those who wait, an opportunity will surely come."
Perfectly plausible words.
There is no substance, but interpretations abound.
The women's eyes changed.
Anticipation. Tension. Excitement.
He laughed inwardly.
'It works.'
It really works.
Life reset.
No martial arts.
No abilities.
But he has an AI.
As he stood up, the cheering cultists knelt down once again.
Looking down at that scene, he smiled slowly.
"...Yes."
Now it begins.
The strongest in the world without effort?
Don't know about that yet.
But...
At least here, I am the protagonist.
He looked around at the cultists who were staring at him, especially the women.
It's the beginning of a harem.