Prologue: An Unusual Ceiling
It was the first thing I said the moment I opened my eyes: "This ceiling is strange." "Where am I… No, this isn't a dream, is it?"
If the house had completely changed the instant I woke up, who would believe it? Yet that was exactly the phenomenon I was experiencing right now.
My head spun from the surreal situation, and for some reason my field of vision felt narrower than usual.
"Let's start with the curtains… I can't see a thing."
To brighten the pitch-black room, I yanked open the curtains that were letting in bright light. The glare burned my eyes, but the room slowly grew brighter. I rubbed my eyes for a moment, giving myself time to adjust to the intensity.
Then, as the pure white faded and colors began reflecting in my vision again, I discovered something I had never seen before.
"What… is this?"
It was far too massive to call a modern building, constructed in a style I'd never encountered. No, it looked more like a medieval academy from fantasy novels, only redesigned with a contemporary touch.
Strange memories poured into my head. They clearly weren't mine, yet they organized themselves into a coherent life story and blended into me with unnatural smoothness.
"Ugh…"
A headache more vicious than any hangover churned through my brain. From the aftermath, I finally realized the truth: I had been transmigrated into another world.
This place… men and women are reversed?
It sounded like utter nonsense, but according to these memories, the person I now inhabited had a personality similar to a woman from my original reality. An orphan from a poor family, a male cadet who had entered the academy through special admission. On top of that, he was so destitute that just days earlier he'd been staring at some auntie's phone number, seriously debating whether to accept her sponsorship. A truly pitiful guy.
"Should I really sell my body?"
Other men might feel differently, but I held views on chastity that were the complete opposite of this world's norms. As long as they weren't grotesquely ugly, anything was possible. I had zero interest in guarding my virginity.
Actually, isn't this a better situation?
The academy in these memories was a Hunter Academy packed with young women. If I sold my body to female students whose sexual appetites were still raging at a reasonable price…
"It's not such a bad future, is it?"
Even if I got caught, being treated like a used rag wouldn't bother me much.
You have awakened an ability.
Dream Link: When sleeping, you possess a parallel version of yourself.
"Ability? Awakening?"
While I was happily imagining my bright future, a translucent window suddenly floated before my eyes. The hologram-like object seized my attention. No matter where I looked, the strange window followed my gaze.
"When does this disappear?"
The ability itself was great, but the fact that this thing wouldn't go away was annoying. Just as I thought that, the window gradually faded. Another set of memories flowed in.
All cadets admitted to this academy were people close to the new humanity classified as awakened. They could use something called a status window to view their personal information and abilities.
"Status window?"
Name: Lee Sihyun
Ability: Dream Link
Stats:
Strength — Lowest
Agility — Low
Luck — Upper-Middle
Intelligence — Lower-Middle
Mana — Low
Traits: None
This is a real trash character.
It was my body now, but the original owner had stats so pathetic I couldn't understand how he'd even gotten into the academy. The numbers were so dire I half-wondered if he'd slept with the dean to get accepted. Knowing he was also an orphan on top of this made him seem even more pitiful.
"Still… I'll live hard for you."
Since I'd already possessed this body, I might as well give it my best shot.
"But how much should I charge…"
Since I wasn't a professional male prostitute, deciding on a price was tricky.
"Since it's my first time and I'm still a virgin, should I start at 100,000 won?"
Since I was going to sell it anyway, I figured I might as well aim high for the opening offer. No matter how I looked at it, maybe I really was born to become a male prostitute?