Chapter 2
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 2
Chapter Title: Almost Destroyed Bucheon City (2)
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"......"
A week had passed since the day Bucheon City nearly transformed into an underwater metropolis.
Shaken by the incident, I spent that entire week meticulously analyzing my class and abilities, and before long, I arrived at my own conclusions.
"...It just seems like I'm the weird one."
I gathered every scrap of information on overseas weathermancers, but none of them could manipulate the climate on such a vast scale or unleash power anywhere near as immense as mine.
The best they could do was read atmospheric flows or predict the weather. There was a record of three corporate weathermancers combining efforts to summon a light drizzle, but even that wasn't confirmed.
'I've heard that even within the same class, individual abilities vary...'
But this? This was on a whole different level.
And that made sense, because on that day, I hadn't even consciously tapped into my power.
Just the unconscious leakage from my depressive mood had nearly submerged the entire city of Bucheon in a catastrophe.
'Anyway, I need to be careful.'
If I ever slipped into a full-on mental breakdown, the world would be in danger.
It sounded ridiculous, but it was the plain truth.
If I'd been even a little slower reining in my power, the residents of Bucheon might have suffered massive damage—who knows?
Squeeze.
You guys really need to thank me.
Saving the world ain't easy
Being strong is a sin, straight up.
Middle school girl uncle's at it again.
She's been like this since she joined.
Chanju's stream in 30 minutes—everyone hurry up!
These days, I'd left the main Korean channels behind and was mostly hanging out in a niche community called the Yi-rin Shin Channel.
It was a space dedicated to sharing and cheering on the activities of Shin Yi-rin, an active A-Rank hunter... but really, it was just a tight-knit friend group of like-minded users.
Perfect for killing time when you're bored.
Chanju looks pretty today too.
Feels like it's been ages since she was on a broadcast.
She's heading to the stadium later for the ceremonial pitch, right?
Her guild probably forced her to take a break since she's always dungeon-diving.
The girl's obsessed with dungeons.
So, did you plant all the cabbages?
Yeah, it was a pain in the ass.
The channel's vibe was straightforward: half the posts about the de facto owner, Shin Yi-rin, and the other half just users chatting among themselves.
Most friend groups like this shun outsiders, but it only took me three days to blend in seamlessly.
'Wasn't really that hard.'
Before she blew up as a hunter, Shin Yi-rin used to visit my old orphanage regularly to help look after the kids.
I posted a pic of her in volunteer gear from back then, and it blew up as rare unseen footage. Instant acceptance into the group.
Middle school uncle around?
Which set should I go with? Neither's complete yet.
Immortal set.
OK, sounds good.
Farm a bit more, dupe for upgrades, settle on it. Once other parts are done, swap to Glo.
I'd dish out game advice like that, share daily life stuff, and my Archive life was sailing smoothly.
So, no changes in my real life after awakening as a once-in-history weathermancer?
Surprisingly, none. Not a single one.
"...Well, what was I supposed to do?"
To step out, I'd have to explain this swapped body, adjust my identity—and that meant unavoidable detailed exams.
If my class got revealed as weathermancer? Instant first-wave chaos.
And if it leaked that I'm a beyond-genius super weathermancer? Second-wave chaos confirmed.
"Testing gear's all state-of-the-art now too."
As I said before, I don't crave rubbing shoulders with the real world.
So I held off on rash moves, pondering my next steps carefully. For now, at least.
Shh.
Swish.
Swipe.
"Ugh... this doesn't fit either."
Obviously, I couldn't keep wearing my old guy clothes forever in this girl's body.
So I ordered underwear and daily wear via delivery, but trial and error was real.
If I hadn't handled basic chores at the orphanage, I'd probably be screwed even here.
"Sports bras really are the comfiest..."
This body's build was mid-high school at best—not totally flat, but far from a mature woman.
From my old burly guy perspective... it just felt like looking at a cute middle school girl.
A petite little thing with unreal beauty.
"Sigh."
Hard to even hit the convenience store out front without feeling eyes on me, let alone wander around.
Sure, society's advanced—one click buys most things—but the inconveniences were undeniable.
WTF, rain delayed the game?
Chanju was hyped for her first pitch—does the Meteorological Administration even do their job?
For real? I ordered chicken and everything, just waiting.
Rain's heavier than expected. Might get canceled.
Aw, screw this.
Checking a user's post, I tuned into Shin Yi-rin's live broadcast at the stadium. Sure enough, the downpour was too fierce for the game to start.
The guild's camera crew looked flustered, and even Shin Yi-rin seemed a bit deflated.
Watching it unfold, I chuckled, slid open the window, stepped onto the balcony, closed my eyes, and focused on the lingering whispers of the passing wind.
Whooo.
'Damp and muggy over there... roughly that direction?'
People don't think deeply about it, but weather isn't some rock-paper-scissors luck draw.
It's a natural phenomenon shaped by temperature, humidity, pressure, wind direction, speed—a chain of causes and effects.
As a weathermancer, I sensed it like an extension of my body, my range vast enough to blanket all of Korea with room to spare.
Put simply, stopping rain dozens of kilos away was child's play for me now.
Plip.
Plop.
Drop.
Soon, the pounding rain on screen slowed, lost momentum. Ten minutes later, sunlight pierced the clouds.
I'd pulled off this miracle with a mere gesture, content to just smile warmly at Shin Yi-rin's delighted face.
'...Dopamine overload.'
Thrilling! Fun! Bliss!
I'm a super-genius weathermancer!
I control the weather!
At this level, I could probably match the mythic gods like Wind Master, Rain Master, and Cloud Master from the Dangun legend.
Hell, maybe I outdid them—handling all their domains solo.
'Is this really okay?'
I was starting to genuinely fear my overwhelming talent.
Suppressing my twitching lips, I logged into the Archive to vent the surging euphoria with some nonsense posts.
I think I'm way too OP.
What do I even do????
? lol
You nuts?
Quit the bullshit and hop into Action & Fighter after Chanju's pitch. Let's run Hell.
Waiting, just sorting the bras I ordered.
Your concept's getting wrecked lol.
Mint Soboro Bread, who I'd been gaming with lately, roasted me in the replies, but I felt wronged.
Who'd want to wear this flimsy chest cover? I only did because without it, it'd chafe and suck.
I endured the erosion of my precious masculinity for that intense discomfort.
"Ugh, such a hassle."
Muttering complaints in a tone unfit for my cute voice, I shoved the unchosen undies into a drawer and headed to my room to boot up the game.
Blissfully unaware of the tragedy to come.
Tap.
Tap tap.
"What the hell? Why's this happening?"
That day, Mint Soboro Bread and I ran dungeons for three hours straight—and shockingly, didn't snag a single useful gear piece.
I was pissed, but sadly, innocent Bucheon residents paid the price.
【Bucheon City Hall】
Heavy rain expected during rush hour. We recommend public transport. Avoid flooded areas while driving, refrain from nighttime outings, and stay away from rivers and other hazards.
"......"
Uh... sorry about that.
I'll work on my anger management. For real.