Goddess by Day, Dragon by Night

By day, I became a woman whose mere existence blinded onlookers—an appearance munchkin. By night, I transformed into a munchkin incarnate man capable of splitting entire mountain ranges with a single punch. Hearing only that description, anyone would think the balance was utterly broken, as if the developers had cooked up the concept while drunk. Yet reality was nothing more and nothing less than “daytime prey for beauty-obsessed crowds, nighttime tyrant rampaging through Yugna Mountain after a broken engagement.”

I stared at my reflection in the mirror and muttered bitterly.

“Ha… One day forced into goddess cosplay, the next the Dragon King of Dragons… What the hell is this?”

Why couldn’t I have rolled the “medium difficulty job: ordinary human” instead?

The game title itself had already been ominous.

With 777 Billion Appearance Points, the Isekai Academy Beauty Becomes a Beast

Just reading that single line felt less like pity and more like an “official certificate of failed life respawn.”

And yet I never imagined I would actually be sucked into that game…

Standing before the mirror, an unfamiliar sensation swallowed me whole: Who the hell is this?

By day, people obsessed with my beauty swarmed, trying to deify me. Some scattered flower petals along my footsteps; others fought bloodily just to obtain a single strand of my hair. Outsiders would call it dazzling, but to the person living it, it was nothing more than a high-grade lust-relief doll crafted by a deranged game company.

Then the next day arrived and everything changed again. Whether it was a divine curse or the developers’ grotesque system, I became a merciless tyrant of overwhelming strength. One swing of my fist split rocky mountains; a single step flattened forests. The curse the game company had placed upon me was simple:

“If you do not have sex within 24 hours, your body will change.”

“……Ha, fuck. Starting off as a pretty face.”

I muttered at the empty air. If this was a game, shouldn’t the job list include things like Dragon Knight, Magic Swordsman, Sage, or Assassin? Instead my first title was Village Hottie? That was just another name for the “Delete Self-Esteem” skill.

More awakening messages kept appearing.

And so it continued—Top Kingdom Beauty, Top Empire Beauty…

While I was looking around wondering when the 6th Awakening would appear, a slightly different message surfaced.

“Haha… Well, this game sure hands out awakenings easily.”

So that was it.

Now, shall I check what my job’s characteristics are……?

No, wait.

“Shit, fuck…… sob.”

I should have realized the moment my first job turned out to be the ridiculous “Village Hottie.”

From the very first day of possession, my job was already decided. I had been thrown into a bizarre game that forced me all the way to 6th Awakening while making any other job change impossible.

I still didn’t know why I had been possessed.

I had simply been watching a soccer match yesterday, cracked open a can of beer, and poured it down my throat. Feeling lonely, I played some adult game, then posted a bit of self-pity in the community gallery that happened to be open.

After writing a 57-character post, I received 5,700 characters of comments in reply. Then I remembered receiving a DM from the gallery owner.

“Oppa~ Wanna try living as a pretty girl for once?”

Huh, what was this?

Startled by the sudden message, I thought it was spam, then reflexively clicked the mouse!

I had only pressed a single green button!!!

It had said something like YE… in English.

A sigh escaped me.

Thanks to that one message, I had become the protagonist of a setting that sounded like it belonged in a gag manga—except the joke had turned into tragedy.

“Life really is dramatic. Not comedy, but tragedy.”

A sound that was neither laughter nor crying slipped through my lips.

In that instant, a mirror-like portal appeared and reflected my figure.

Silver hair, voluptuous breasts, porcelain skin, an ant-like waist, hips like the ocean.

Perfect.

So perfect it was unsettling.

“Haha, blushing while looking at my own body…… Wow, this is truly melancholic.”

* * *

Rumble—

The tunnel of light was a corridor of endless ecstasy and fear. Cold, glowing aurora fragments brushed against my body, gradually reshaping me into someone else.

I felt as though I had been trapped inside this portal for quite a long time. Yet time had passed rather pleasantly while I admired my reflection on the portal’s mirror-like walls.

Silver-white hair fluttered with the waves of light; shoulders and skin were transparent like fresh white porcelain. Exaggerated sculptural beauty—slender curves and noble lines that belonged not to a human but to a sculpture, the perfect form born of a god’s twisted taste.

“Haha, blushing while looking at my own body… Have I lost my mind?”

How much time had passed?

Within my self-deprecating laughter, memories of Earth gradually faded like mist.

What remained was the number engraved on my palm—Appearance: 77.7 billion.

No. No!

I already knew what would happen next.

On the first day in this other world.

I, who had fallen into an ordinary rural village, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was a naked beautiful girl plummeting in front of hundreds of young men.

From day one, an unavoidable initiation rite in a world where beauty was both blessing and curse.

The game had cruelly cast me as that protagonist.

It was nearly impossible for vigorous young men to remain calm upon seeing a beauty worth 77.7 billion appearance points.

So I was doomed to undergo a horrific initiation in that rural village…

Beep—!

Swallowed by light more intense than the sun, the end of the otherworldly tunnel ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠finally revealed itself.

I was hurled into yet another world.

When I opened my eyes, a vast grassland stretched before me.

The peaceful quiet of an alpine pastoral village.

But I soon fell, and with a thud a girl’s nasal voice burst out.

“Ugh! Ow ow ow! I finally made it—! Nice to meet you, you blue sky bastard…… Sob.”

That was when I heard it.

Footsteps and heat rushing from afar.

I instinctively knew.

This world was a place where “beauty” became both curse and shackle.

“Don’t tell me I’m about to get an instant OB/GYN visit right here?!”