Chapter 0
Chapter 0
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 0
Chapter Title: Prologue: Dropped into a World Without My Favorites
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Life always brings change.
Muttering those words from a novel I'd read long ago, I forced myself to nod.
Yeah, change comes to life, that's true.
Whether it's good or bad, sometimes you just have to accept it with indifference.
Me, Jeong Da-jeong. I'm not some kid who doesn't get that.
But even so...
"...I never thought I'd wake up as a girl overnight."
Despair clouded the delicate face of the girl reflected in the mirror.
When the mutter from my lips circled back through my ears, a shiver of alienation ran through me, making my body tremble.
Her hair wasn't stylishly grown out—it just felt unkempt, like it had been too much of a hassle to cut.
Pumpkin-like bright yellow eyes.
And a tiny stature that barely topped 150 cm.
All of it felt so unreal that I instinctively groped my body.
The impossibly soft texture made me flinch for a moment, but realizing it was my own body, I felt around my belly and thighs again.
How the hell did this happen?
Just yesterday, I'd fallen asleep excitedly anticipating the Blues' first group concert.
Is this a dream?
Stretch—
"...Nope, not a dream."
I tugged at my cheek experimentally, and it hurt enough to bring tears to my eyes.
If this isn't some hyper-realistic virtual world brought to life by advanced VR tech, then it's definitely real.
This situation is reality, and I've truly turned into a girl.
Okay, I can somehow wrap my head around that much.
No, I can't really accept it, but I could muster the will to keep living somehow.
The real problem is...
"Why the hell did I end up five years in the past...!"
The time on my smartphone showed it was five whole years ago.
Sure, someone else might go, "Whoa! I'm a regressor!" and be thrilled about going back in time.
But that's got nothing to do with me.
And for good reason—this world doesn't have the Blues I loved so much, in other words, Blue LUV.
"Waaah, my channel...!"
And as you'd expect, my Clip Channel with 860,000 subscribers, packed with all the fun memories of the Blues, has vanished without a trace.
Aaaah!
I learned English, Japanese, even Indonesian just to spread the Blues' charm!
I subtitled videos by hand every day, didn't take a single penny, poured out content, and lived off that sense of pride alone!
What about all my hard work? My memories? Where the hell did they go?
Please, tell me it's just a dream.
I don't even remember lotto numbers, and I have no clue which stocks will rise—I'm a total idiot. Regression like this is pointless for me.
"Haa..."
Thud—
I collapsed onto the bare floor and let out a deep sigh, staring up at the ceiling.
This is only the second time in my life I've felt such resentment toward the heavens.
This world that stole my ultimate favorites from me... I just hate it.