Chapter 1
Chapter 1
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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: A Twerk of Joy
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The world is overflowing with light novels, anime, and webnovels, and it's also overflowing with weebs.
I was one of those weebs, happily enjoying my hobbies.
Then one day, a random thought popped into my head.
"Huh? Couldn't I totally get isekai'd too?"
You know, there are those common clichés in transmigration stories.
Like getting suddenly transmigrated after leaving a 5,700-character comment flaming a popular webnovel because you didn't like the plot.
Or pointing out a plot hole and getting hit with a "Well, why don't you try it then?" before being enveloped in a white light and transmigrated.
Or dying a mysterious death, only to wake up and utter the classic line, "What an unfamiliar ceiling," upon transmigration.
Or being transmigrated into a game you've played for over 10,000 hours, a game you've mastered to the point of decay.
In all those transmigration stories, there are at least two worlds, right?
One is Earth, where you originally came from, and the other is the world of the webnovel or game you've been transmigrated into.
If that's the case, couldn't the world I'm living in right now actually be the world of a webnovel?!
If my logic is sound, then I should be able to get transmigrated too.
"Hah—! I knew it, I'm a goddamn genius."
Wait, did that thought really come from my own brain?
My friends are always teasing me, calling me a goldfish brain and saying I'm a total blockhead.
Could it be that I was actually a tremendous genius all along!?
No, wait. Maybe there are already a few people who've succeeded in getting transmigrated.
You see them in webnovel comment sections these days, right? Those morons who start shit just because they don't like something in a well-written story.
Maybe they're just pretending to be idiots while secretly laying the groundwork for their own transmigration.
If they're doing it without knowing, then they're just plain stupid.
"Heh...! To think the world was so vast."
I never knew there were so many geniuses in the world!
This won't do. I need to start laying my own groundwork right now.
With that in mind, I'll start by binge-reading the number one webnovel.
I need to find a novel set in a fantasy world so I can get isekai'd there.
Since the current number one ranked novel had the 'academy,' 'fantasy,' and 'isekai' tags, I'd just go with that one.
As I said before, there are several ways to get transmigrated, but I don't want to die, so I'll just stick to writing a 5,700-character comment.
And so, my efforts to get transmigrated began.
Step one.
First, before transmigrating, I have to binge-read the novel I'll be transmigrating into.
If the novel was boring, I might have had to grit my teeth and force myself through it, but as expected of the number one novel, it was a smooth read.
"Oh, shit. Look at this frustrating protagonist. Just kill the guy, why spare him? He's just going to come back stronger later. Tsk."
Honestly, it was so damn good that as I read, I almost forgot my original purpose.
I felt like I was about to lose sight of my goal.
- *Smack!*
I slapped my own cheek.
"Get a grip!"
The influence of the number one novel is truly insane.
To get this hooked after just a few chapters.
"You lack eff-oooort!"
My reflection in the dark screen of my phone said.
Right. I'm right.
My effort is lacking. Severely lacking.
I must strive to put in more eff-oooooort.
Anyway, finishing the binge-read completed step one.
Now for step two.
Writing the comment.
Something I realized while reading... this novel is seriously good!
I got so engrossed it proved why it's number one, but!
The writing is truly excellent, but!
In my eyes, there's really nothing to criticize, but!
Regardless, to get transmigrated, I have to leave a troll comment.
[IsekaiTransmigration: Author-nim, I don't understand the protagonist's actions. I can't say exactly why, but I just don't get it. It's definitely not because I want to get transmigrated or anything, you know?]
[IsekaiTransmigration: Ah lol, the protagonist has such a pushover mindset. If I were the author, I'd never write him like that lol.]
As I commented on every chapter, I noticed something.
In the early chapters, there were a lot of comments criticizing the story, probably from people who thought like me. But their numbers dwindled over time, as if they'd already departed for the other world.
I need to get transmigrated quickly before the vanguard goes ahead and finishes everything!
And so, my eff-oooooort to get transmigrated began.
At first, I painstakingly wrote each comment, but as I went on, I ran out of material and decided to just be lazy about it.
[IsekaiTransmigration: Ah, that's not how you do it. The author doesn't know anything about transmigration.]
[IsekaiTransmigration: Ah, I wanna get isekai'd. Ah, I wanna get isekai'd. Ah, I wanna get isekai'd. Ah, I wanna get isekai'd. Ah, I wanna get isekai'd. Ah, I wanna get isekai'd. Ah, I wanna get isekai'd. Ah, I wanna get isekai'd. Ah, I wanna get isekai'd. Ah, I wanna get isekai'd. Ah, I wanna get isekai'd. Ah, I wanna get isekai'd. Ah, I wanna get isekai'd. Ah, I wanna get isekai'd. Ah, I wanna get isekai'd. Ah, I wanna get isekai'd. Ah, I wanna get isekai'd.]
Two years passed like that.
I invested a whopping two years.
It's only natural they'd transmigrate me after showing this much dedication, right?
But, after a while, I started getting lazy and just used a macro.
A macro I made myself.
It was a macro that automatically combined pre-written words to create comments.
[IsekaiTransmigration: ??Tran☆smi☆gra☆tion??Transmigrate now$$All survive☜☜100% clear guaranteed※ ?This man will do it for free?Extras possible￥ Special conditions §§Total pro§§★★@@@ Instant Transmigration]
It wrote comments that looked something like that.
I just took something I found online and changed the content a bit.
Whatever, who cares.
They should be able to get the gist of it even if it's a mess.
I'd watch YouTube while my macro automatically posted comments whenever a new chapter went up.
Slurping on some ramen.
And so, on a day that marked two full years of this.
My efforts finally paid off.
[MintChocoMaster: Fuck! Know when to stop, you crazy bastard!]
As soon as that comment was posted, I scrambled out of bed and sat down at my computer.
Then, I knelt on my chair, closed my eyes, clasped my hands together, and prayed with a devout heart.
When I opened my eyes again...
"Success!!!!!"
I had successfully been transmigrated.
***
When I opened my eyes again, it wasn't to an unfamiliar ceiling... but to me standing alone in a room.
"Aw, man. The 'unfamiliar ceiling' line is a sacred rule. They're not even gonna let me say it?"
The author really crossed a line, but that's not what's important right now.
If you've been transmigrated, there's one thing you have to try first, right?
*Doki doki*. With a slightly fluttering heart, I shouted the magic word.
"Status!"
I spread my hand in the air and shouted majestically.
And just like that—*fwoosh*—a translucent blue window, just like the ones you see in webtoons, appeared before my eyes.
[ Information ]
Name: Luke
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Year: 1st Year
Mana: 0 / 0
[ Skills ]
Inventory (F)
[ Stats ]
Strength: 10
Agility: 10
Intelligence: 0
Stamina: 10
Stat Points: 0
What's with this perfectly balanced stat distribution?
And I'm super smart, so why is my intelligence a big fat zero?
Isn't this a setting error?
Wait, and that's not the only weird thing here.
Racking my genius brain, I'm sure a character named Luke was never mentioned in the story.
Doesn't that make me less than an extra?
"Wow. The genius from Earth is a beta male in another world?"
Talk about nerfing the ace.
And the skill I just saw proves this is no ordinary nerf.
'How could someone get into the academy with just one skill, Inventory?'
I'm guessing that out of the 200 students at this academy, this Luke character is dead last.
'And now, that's me?'
Ugh.
And to make matters worse, in a world where magic is everything, my mana is zero.
It's not that I've used it all up; my maximum mana is zero. This means I'm just a born cripple, a mana eunuch.
The novel I transmigrated into, 'The Commoner Became a Hero at the Academy,' has swordsmen and mages, but even the swordsmen use mana to coat their blades instead of sword qi. It's a setting made for the author's convenience.
"Well, I am a transmigrator. A handicap like this just makes things more interesting."
Anyway, setting aside the fact that the character I've become is a mana eunuch.
I looked around the room I was in.
My eyes took in the white wallpaper of a single, ridiculously small room.
A bed barely big enough for one person and a desk that took up half the remaining space were the only things in it.
"Is this a dorm?"
The academy in the novel I transmigrated into is a meritocracy, pure and simple.
Classes are divided by skill level, and even the dorms are assigned based on ability.
And the bottom ten students at the academy were housed in what the novel called the 'Shitty Dorms.' It was mentioned exactly once, during the initial description of the dormitories, and never again.
Naturally, since it was only mentioned once, there was no detailed description, so even after reading the whole novel, I had no way of knowing what the Shitty Dorms looked like.
But now that I've transmigrated and am seeing it with my own eyes...
"It really does look shitty."
How can anyone live in a place like this?
If it were me, I would've dropped out long ago. Tsk tsk.
Anyway, that's not what's important right now.
Today is a momentous day, the day my two years of effort are rewarded!
I've seen my status, and I've successfully transmigrated.
I couldn't contain my excitement.
"Author-nim, I will now show you a twerk of joy!"
I muttered to myself in the empty room and immediately started shaking my ass.
-*Knock, knock.*
Just then, I heard someone knocking on the dorm room door.
'I'm in the middle of my joyous dance. Who dares to interrupt me?'
-*Knock, knock.*
Since I didn't say anything, the knocking came again.
This time, accompanied by a voice.
"Student Luke, are you in there? This is Reina from the Student Council. I have an urgent message to deliver."
Right now, twerking is more important than any urgent message.
I'll just ignore it.
"I can sense someone inside, so I don't understand why you're not answering. I'm coming in."
With that, I heard the doorknob turn.
With a *creak*, the door swung open.
"I knew you were in here, Student Luke. What on earth are you—"
The woman who introduced herself as Reina saw my divinely inspired pelvic dance and fell silent.
Ignoring her, I kept shaking my hips.