How a Woman Who Can Throw a 150km Fastball and a 135km Slider Becomes a Baseball Player

I had an idea. A way to slowly prove myself in the amateur baseball scene. But that would take far too long. So I chose the fastest route possible. YouTube.

Uploading a video of me throwing 150 kilometers per hour would generate explosive attention in an instant. The thumbnail was obviously going to be me. I wasn't stupid enough to ignore an EX-rank appearance officially certified by the Status Window when it came to farming clicks. Besides, this was 2016. AI technology hadn't advanced yet, so no one would suspect the thumbnail wasn't human.

I uploaded the video. The response was explosive.

The title, thumbnail, and actual content meshed together perfectly. The impact went beyond imagination.

The comment section had basically turned into a festival. People who loved baseball were shocked by the velocity, while those who didn't care about the sport were stunned by her face. Either one alone would have been enough to go viral, but having both made the view count explosion inevitable.

But the truly scary part was that it didn't stop inside YouTube. The video began spreading like wildfire across various online communities.

While reading the comments, I spotted one that mentioned my name.

My eyes stopped dead. Dozens of replies were attached.

As I read through the comments, I slowly nodded.

"So this is how it all lines up."

Even though this life had been suddenly created, no one found anything strange about it. School records, people's memories, and relationships had all been seamlessly connected. It seemed the system had done a much more meticulous job than I'd expected. If it hadn't, there would have been ridiculous rumors about school bullying or gang activity tied to her incredible appearance, but there wasn't a single one of those stories. Instead, people's evaluations were far better than anticipated.

"They must have set it so I was a model student."

When I thought about it, it made sense. If the Status Window had created a new life, it would have created the past to match.

At that moment, my phone began to vibrate. It was a number I didn't recognize. I was about to ignore it when another unknown number called immediately after, followed by yet another. I narrowed my eyes at the ringing phone.

The video that had surpassed a million views featured a woman throwing 150 kilometers per hour, and that woman possessed an appearance that wouldn't be an exaggeration to call the most beautiful in human history. When someone like that suddenly appeared in the world, there was no way the baseball world or the broadcasting world would stay quiet. I'd even conveniently left my contact information in the video description.

"They're already reaching out."

A smile formed on my lips. It looked like my life was going to change much faster than I'd thought.

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I didn't answer any of the calls right away. The reason was simple. I hadn't shown everything yet. It wouldn't be too late to take the calls after revealing it all. It was only a matter of a few days. Those few days would actually create an enormous difference.

'My market value will shoot up even higher too.'

Most people's current reactions were similar. It was surprising that an ordinary woman could throw 150 kilometers per hour. But that was it. No one imagined she could throw breaking pitches too. I couldn't really blame them for thinking that way. I wasn't from a baseball club or a former player. I was just an ordinary person who had never even touched a baseball outside of gym class. That's what people believed.

'But I have the system.'

My current baseball rank was B. According to the Status Window's explanation, even that legendary Japanese player who would be called a baseball god in the future was only SSS rank, not EX. In that case, B was by no means a low level. At the very least, it was enough to be a top team's number one starter in the KBO. An A would be an ace on a championship contender. An S would be a monster who dominated the entire league.

Of course, having the same rank didn't mean everyone had the exact same skill. There was an element called proficiency. The experience accumulated from throwing the ball thousands, tens of thousands of times. That was the one thing I couldn't instantly catch up to with points.

Therefore, my current self was inevitably lacking compared to a B-rank player who had trained for many years.

'Well, time will take care of that.'

Once I played games, trained, and gained real-game experience, I would naturally catch up. After all, I'd already secured the most important thing—the talent.

I immediately prepared the second video. It had been one day since I uploaded the 150km fastball video. This time it was a breaking pitch.

I pressed the upload button and set my phone down. Then, a few hours later, I checked the reactions again. They exceeded my expectations.

The comments instantly ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠surpassed several thousand. And this time, the reactions from people who actually understood baseball were different.

They were right. The 150km fastball could somehow be explained away as natural talent. Every once in a while, people with monstrous arms were born. But breaking pitches were different. You had to learn how to grip it, how to use your wrist, how to put on the spin. You couldn't throw them without being taught. Yet here I was, throwing that breaking pitch so naturally. Of course people would find it strange.

I read the comments and let out a small chuckle. It was still early. I'd only shown one fastball and one slider. There was a curveball, a changeup, and a forkball too. And the Status Window still had countless talents left that I could unlock.

'Just a little more.'

I picked up a baseball to film the next video. The world still had no idea just what kind of monster I was.