Chapter 1: Inevitably, the Heroine

I Hate the Heroine (1)

"Ah."

The first thing I uttered upon opening my eyes was a questioning sound. Why am I awake? It's not like I laid down to sleep, nor did I collapse while doing something.

My mind is hazy as if I just woke up, even though I didn't sleep. I don't know why I feel this way. I press hard on my temples, and as my mind clears, I finally realize the strangeness of the voice I just heard. Thin, clear, and pure. A sweet, melodious voice that you could get addicted to. But—I think I need an explanation as to why it's coming from my throat.

"Aha."

I opened my mouth again. I tried to deepen my voice to make it sound thicker, but the voice that came out was endlessly light.

"W-wait a minute..."

For some reason, I threw off the blanket covering my body and took in my appearance. My eyes were drawn to the breasts that were bulging out. Squish—I pressed them lightly, and a pleasant sensation ran through me. My snow-white legs were exposed by the dolphin shorts I was wearing. Gazing at those smooth, slender legs, I muttered.

"...Shit."

What the hell is going on?

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There was a novel. A typical novel that followed the classic academy setting. A novel where a protagonist with great power rises to the top of the academy and defeats villains with their companions.

"Why isn't this popular?"

That's what I thought. No matter how common the subject matter is, there's a certain charm to the classics. There's a reason why they're the standard—they're delicious even if you write them carelessly!

But unfortunately, it seemed that I was the only one who found this novel interesting.

[This is the author...]

As soon as I saw the familiar title of the announcement, I realized it. My connection with this novel ends here. I was grateful that they had serialized over 200 chapters for free, especially for someone like me who was the only reader, but I felt bad asking them to write it to completion.

An author has to make a living, too. I was sad that I couldn't see the ending, but I decided to understand.

However, what I couldn't understand was the content of the announcement.

[I would like to thank the one reader who has been reading this work.]

Yes, I nodded. I felt a slight lump in my chest. Even though it was a novel that only I was reading, it was quite rewarding to have the author remember me like this. I'll read your next work, so hurry up and write it.

[And as a token of my gratitude, I would like to give you a gift.]

"A gift?"

Are they giving me a gifticon or something? I clicked on the link below without much thought, and a black screen appeared. A black screen that seemed to suck me in as I looked at it. Dark, pitch-black, and showing an absolute darkness without a speck of dust, I stared blankly at the screen.

Thud—

I lost consciousness without any warning.

"...But what is this?"

When I opened my eyes, I had become a woman. How am I supposed to accept this? I don't think it's a dream. I'm not familiar with lucid dreaming enough to have such a vivid dream. I only tried it a few times after searching for it on the internet.

When I realized that it was definitely reality, the shock that came back wasn't as great as I expected.

After seeing the announcement in the novel and opening my eyes after closing them, haven't I lost one or two things? My penis, my masculinity, my home, everything has been turned upside down. Maybe it changed so much that I forgot to be surprised.

So much has changed that I'm just dumbfounded, staring blankly around.

A house I've never seen before, but it wasn't much different from where I used to live. Roughly, the furniture was missing a screw or two, and it was obviously not affluent, a typical one-room apartment for a poor commoner. What I could tell from looking at the room was that it was quite neatly organized.

"...This is similar to me."

If I messed up the already small house, my mind would become dizzy. Even if I wasn't a neat person, I cleaned often. Poor living, self-boarding, a neatly organized house. Up to this point, there wasn't anything that had changed drastically, but.

Squish—

"Shit..."

...The fact that I had become a woman felt terribly significant.

It was something I had always imagined. Like in the novels I enjoyed reading, a man becomes a silver-haired, under-14 beautiful girl and sweeps up money through internet broadcasting. Or being reborn in Russia as a piano prodigy and having a passionate love affair with a husky.

Irresponsible pleasure!

Since it was never going to happen to me, I just enjoyed it. But damn it, I became a woman. I can't enjoy it like this. They say that life is a comedy when seen from afar and a tragedy when seen up close. How can I enjoy this when I'm witnessing, no, experiencing TS from an ultra-close distance?

"It's so tragic..."

But I knew I couldn't just slump down like this forever. I need to know who I am—what kind of world this is.

"A mirror..."

I looked for a mirror. I was curious about what my face looked like. Hoping that the TS formula of becoming a beautiful girl would work this time as well, I opened the bathroom door.

Bang—

"...!"

Eep, a strange sound escaped from my mouth. A girl with a surprised expression was in the mirror. She naturally covered her mouth with one hand, but even so, her beauty could not be hidden. Long, platinum blonde hair shone. I met eyes with pupils like a red-burning sunset.

"Ah, no. Wait a minute."

Exquisite, an appearance that simply couldn't be handled with such an expression. If I had looked at her face when I was a man, I probably would never have forgotten it for the rest of my life. But what was even more surprising was that this face was familiar.

-The red-burning eyes were a color that contrasted with her ability.

-In the cold scenery that didn't suit winter, her platinum blonde hair fluttered.

-At first glance, her skin was so white that it was almost pale, as if she didn't see the sun often.

"...Aisha."

Aisha Irian, a woman from the novel I knew—the novel I was reading. Without any doubt, I was too similar to her. Then am I possessed into the novel? As Aisha? My head was spinning. And even in the midst of that, what was tormenting me was that

Aisha was the main heroine.

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