003. I Might Have Gotten a Bit Arrogant.
"Ilaym, since when did you get so pretty?"
"……What?"
"……Ah, thank goodness."
At least this drama's characters were intact, and the plot was unfolding normally.
Was it that damn goddess who flung me into the worst hell for an otaku's sensibilities? I was shocked enough to go to war with that otaku-extinction goddess, but then I realized the only change was in physical capabilities, and I quickly calmed down.
I'd almost gone full "you die, I die" mode.
The hero-corruption-to-Demon-King route from that fateful event had flashed before my eyes.
In a way, this was just some degenerate otaku drift, so I'd let it slide.
'Humans naturally possess a bit of mana, but women's mana receptivity is higher.'
Even ordinary people with less mana than hunters had women stronger than men physically. That seemed to shape society's view that women handled the rough jobs.
Of course, only for physical labor.
Not every character, plot, or social role in all media was flipped, which filled me with genuine relief. It was almost too obvious, but adapting to this new world over the past few days had been rough.
"Hmm, maybe in a reversed world, it's more orthodox for the girl to confess."
It took quite a while to correct my old common sense.
'What a mishmash of everything.'
Hunter stories mixed with bombastic youth academy vibes and gender reversal? What kind of guardian of order and causality was this? Far from a sacred goddess, she was a chaos pig devouring a total mess.
'Goddess of Order' says it'd be sad if you put it like that and feels wronged.
(T_T)
What the hell was she so wronged about?
It wasn't just a monster-popping world to make things easy for me—it was too changed. If you ignored the modern setting and same place names, you'd believe it was a whole different planet.
'She probably picked the least bad world from the ones available, rather than one tailored for me.'
Well, whatever. At least it wasn't impossible to adapt, since not all my old knowledge was useless.
Men fussed more over beauty, women took the lead naturally. As long as I kept that in mind, daily life shouldn't be a problem.
'Roughly fifty-fifty hit rate.'
About half the comics, movies, and dramas I knew survived intact. Some plots baffled me with their unfamiliar vibes, while others mixed familiar flavors with fresh twists. In a way, the diversity made things novel and not half bad.
A good chunk of male roles had shifted to women, but it stopped at a mild 7:3 to 6:4 reversal. For a full physical swap, it was pretty balanced.
──Girl-Vengers, assemble.
Yeah, way better than the nightmare scenarios I'd first imagined.
'Ugh, even thinking about it now makes my head hurt...'
Maybe because I'd started with the worst examples. My brain reeled, but I'd treat it as a vaccine for surviving this world.
Still, wasn't it a bit extreme?
'Whatever this goddess did, I need to steel my mind.'
She'd done wonders lowering my expectations for her and this world. If I expected nothing, even weird crap popping up wouldn't faze me.
Just like how I hadn't dreamed of romance during my twenty years as a hero.
'Goddess of Order' insists you really trust her this time and boasts loudly.
(>_<)
"No, why do you keep sending emoticons in messages instead of just talking?"
'Goddess of Order' sniffles that frequencies don't match well from another world.
"For real, this goddess."
I lowered my expectations again.
Couldn't directly swap works for people, but assuming similar ratios of surprises, I could handle them without panic.
Seoul Superhuman Ability Academy
Accepted
Shin Yuseong
"……I'll be fine, right?"
Yeah, I'd been an active high schooler until summoned there. Just think of it as a twenty-year vacation...
'Damn, even regular school feels embarrassing enough, but a superhuman academy?'
Like heading to a blind date I'd never done, anticipation mixed with gut churn. I glared at the mailed enrollment docs and schedule, running endless mental sims.
Seoul Superhuman Ability Academy. This school trains freshly twenty-year-old awakeners and is a world-renowned institution beyond Korea.
Even with great overseas academies, sending exchange students here was normal. Its vast site was a special autonomous district, boasting S-rank high-rankers among its faculty.
A proven curriculum from decades of battle-ready grads. Tuition was steep, but otherwise, it was unreal—practically a self-contained hunter trainee city.
With such backing, entry was brutal. Accepted students' records deserved applause.
'This year's batch feels even stronger than usual.'
Shin Arin, new first-year professor, watched entrants keenly from the gate.
Advanced mana heightened not just powers but senses for surroundings and foes. From the office, she could gauge training and talent from faces alone.
A super-sense honed in countless battles, reading opponents' intent.
"Plenty who'd top last year."
Not new, but this luxurious lineup was a "golden generation"—scions of great houses, mystic sect heirs, rare spirit holders, dark horses.
A drool-worthy gift set for her to teach.
'Women dominate as always.'
New to teaching, but the field skewed female heavily. An all-girl campus didn't faze her.
Men's combat prowess rarely matched women's, proven in academia and field.
"Hm?"
Even she struggled to read the aura of an incoming male freshman, eyes widening.
High realm or not, she should gauge him, but couldn't. From afar, his presence was ominous—not explosive mana, but an overwhelming human aura, like he'd conquered nations.
'Popular one.'
And handsome, too.
***
Despite perfect body control, last night I'd thrashed like a kid pre-amusement park.
Resolved to sleep, but fretted over successful college life. Worry and hype fried my brain; I burned half the night on internet tips.
'Superhuman Academy's too unique for forum advice.'
Sleepless, I'd scripted hundreds of scenarios—should be panic-proof.
'Sure, love letters day one are manga stuff.'
World flipped or not, no screw-ups meant slim odds of drama. Listen to orientation, sneak peeks, bail normally.
Heart pounding aside, that's what I figured en route to school... but
"Whoa."
"What the hell."
"Not human."
Somehow, all eyes on me.
I hadn't done shit. Just standard, low-key internet campus fit, strolling campus.
Yet stares and murmurs everywhere. Had I unknowingly stood out? Or "your boyfriend's passing" teasing?
'Thought I'd improved since old days.'
Damn goddess claimed hot college guy buff. All lies? Felt like isekai campus Truman Show protag.
Before "your man" chants, I minimized senses and presence.
'Goddess of Order' jumps up yelling not to misunderstand.
Whatever, error detected. Dodging stares for now.
'……Peaceful.'
Sighs of relief as gazes scattered.
Strong guys rare here—maybe I'd gotten arrogant.
'Goddess of Order' deeply reflects on her great fault.
(T_T)
The hero's romance sense says it hit rock bottom hanging with those uncles.
Another revelation: advice only from experts.
Ignore the goddess—her solo streak dwarfed mine.
Goddess of Order glares wide-eyed and yells...
Hmm, shall we try again?