Yet Another Day of Wanting to Become a Nongnong Pretty Girl...

Another day of wanting to become a nongnong pretty girl, huh...

I am a Nongnong Collaborator.

Now, if you wanted classier phrasing, you could call me a "devotee of petite aesthetics" or an "early adopter," but that's beside the point.

Because trying to cage my love of nongnong with mere vocabulary is nothing short of blasphemy.

And at some point, my love of nongnong had come to mean something a little different.

What is the Last Nongnong Collaborator, you ask?

What, you mean getting hauled off to the police station and squeak-thrashed into a jail cell?

HAAAAH!!!!!

By definition!! The Last Nongnong Collaborator is!! none other than me becoming a nongnong pretty girl myself!!!

What, if I want to be a pretty girl that badly, shouldn't I just book a flight to Thailand?

You absolute heathen!!!! HAAAAH, one more time!!!!!

How dare you blaspheme the sacred TS nongnong pretty girl!!!!

And above all, in this reality of ours, there exists no technology whatsoever that could turn me into a 138cm soft-and-squishy silver-haired nongnong pretty girl, now is there!!!

And that is why the Last Nongnong Collaborator is me, myself, becoming a TS nongnong pretty girl...!

I will hear no rebuttals...!

Anyway, my longing to become a nongnong pretty girl only swelled with each passing day.

And for that reason, I began recording my heartfelt wish every single day.

Naturally, I never went public with it — I posted it all on a gallery where anonymity was guaranteed.

Under my fixed handle, AspiringNongnongGirl.

Just an ordinary shitpost, the kind of thing hundreds or thousands of which appear on every gallery each and every day.

But then, who am I?

The foremost Nongnong Collaborator in the world.

Before I knew it, I was on day 999 of posting in the gallery. One post per day, right around midnight.

Which is how I ended up becoming the gallery's collective sleep-alarm clock, and the most infamously wicked Nongnong Collaborator known to man.

What, you ask whether I've ever been blocked?

But... blocking me, the soon-to-be cutest nongnong pretty girl in the world, would be a loss for the entire gallery, wouldn't it?

Not that that's the actual reason.

It's that all I ever did was leave one post a day recording my wish. That's it.

Did I start any flame wars? No.

Did I engage in community cliquing? No.

Then... is there actually any way to block me?

Obviously not.

All I do is write posts crammed full of nothing but my own personal wish.

Of course, every day it was the same title with different content.

Why did I do that?

Well... because there can be no such thing as duplication when it comes to expressing my love for nongnong pretty girls.

For the record, my comments on other people's posts were much the same.

And so another day passed, and the day arrived when it would be exactly 1000 days since I started recording my wish.

That day too, I opened the gallery without fail and performed my routine.

"Heheh, hihihihi."

Having recorded my wish for the day as usual, I was about to head off to sleepy-bye land — when a magic circle that anyone would call suspicious appeared right in front of me.

The moment it flared with light, it morphed into something resembling a portal.

"Th-this is...!"

The instant I laid eyes on it, I knew.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that would never come twice.

Okay, sure, I hesitated for about 0.1 seconds.

It wasn't like there was nobody who'd be sad if I vanished.

But my self-actualizing desire to become a TS nongnong pretty girl was far bigger than any of that.

"Everyone!!! Watch me!!!

I dove headfirst into the portal that had opened on my floor.

"Uuu...."

I came to after diving into the portal. The very first thing I did — having read more web novels in this genre than I could count — was test my voice.

"Kkippyat!"

And the voice that came out was, without a doubt, a nongnong pretty girl's voice.

"Ung-hihi~"

No matter how many times I tested it, what came out was pure nongnong.

"Nongnong-poing~ pippipippi~"

Giddy with excitement, I began reciting the lines from the Top 100 Things to Say Once You Become a Nongnong Pretty Girl list I kept in my head.

And every single time, what I heard was a voice that went beyond merely soft — it was positively squishy.

"Oh... ohh...!"

That's right.

One thousand days after I began recording my wish to become a nongnong pretty girl —

I had obtained the body of a perfect nongnong pretty girl.

The body of a 138cm silver-haired, blue-eyed nongnong pretty girl.

From that moment on, the fact that I'd been transported to a fantasy otherworld didn't matter in the slightest.

Because with the body of an invincible TS nongnong pretty girl, there was nothing in this world left to fear.

It was the same when I was selected as the hero destined to thrash the Demon King and stood before the Emperor.

"Understand this, Hero. The hardships you are about to face defy even imagination—"

"Sure, why not? I'll give it a shot."

"...What."

I still remember the expression the Emperor wore back then with perfect clarity.

Why do I remember it? Because the Emperor was also a nongnong pretty girl.

A nongnong pretty girl Emperor — what a beautiful combination of words that is...!

My one regret in life is that I never got to give the Emperor nade-nade head-pats until the very end.

Hm? Why did I say "until the very end"?

Well, obviously — because I beat the Demon King and returned to my original world?

I took down the Demon King, and while I was at it, finished off the Demon God above him too, and when I came to my senses, I was back in the tiny one-room apartment I'd lived in. Classic development.

For a second I wondered what on earth was going on, but it was such a familiar plot that I just accepted it.

I'd returned with my invincible super-nongnong-pretty-girl body intact, so I decided not to think about it any further.

I didn't even have to worry about my identity.

When I checked my resident registration card, it turned out I'd been registered as a nongnong pretty girl from the very beginning.

A TS nongnong pretty girl who can even rewrite reality itself — how terrifying is that lore...!

Even my personal relationships were unchanged.

Not that it meant much, seeing as how I was born an orphan with no family and raised in a group home.

However — not everything was the way I remembered it.

"......."

Yes, that's right.

As the price of becoming a nongnong pretty girl, the world I'd returned to had become a modern-fantasy world.

Towers and gates that had appeared out of nowhere at some point, monsters pouring out of them, and awakeners who'd sprung up in response.

A setting you'd recognize from a single mention — though there was one ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠slightly unusual thing about it.

"Hmm...."

Right.

Gates appearing at random across the world — and the Tower, frozen in place.

But for some reason, the Tower was registered as impossible to enter. And demolishing it was out of the question too — who knew what might happen if someone tried — so leaving it alone was the only option.

Of course, there were people saying the Tower might open up someday...

"Eh, not my problem."

Because I'm not an awakener.

Hm? You're asking why a hero who beat even the Demon God isn't an awakener?

Thankfully, it's not one of those plots where I lost my powers during the return journey or anything.

I just couldn't be bothered to do hunter work.

Think about it. If a former hero like me became ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a hunter, I'd hit S-Rank in no time, and then my cozy stay-at-home lifestyle would be bye-bye forever.

...What, you say S-Rank hunters rake in billions of won and it'd be worth it?

But what can I do — I'm lazy.

It's not like I was struggling financially, so there wasn't really any reason to do hunter work anyway.

Anyway, that brings us up to the story of me, Iserin — former hero, current nongnong pretty girl.

For the record, when I returned, my name had been changed without my permission.

If you think of it as the price of obtaining a nongnong pretty girl's body, it was really nothing.

And so, in commemoration of reminiscing about the old days for the first time in ages, I picked up my phone and logged into the gallery today as well.

The time, now that I'd opened the gallery: 11:40 PM.

Perfect gallery-browsing hours.

"Heheh, heheheheh..."

...Well.

Even if I did become a real nongnong pretty girl, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do....