From your run-of-the-mill game developer in South Korea, grinding day and night, I came to my senses and found myself dumped into some medieval fantasy world.
From a classy modern life with classical tunes wafting in the background and high-tech bidets for elegant bathroom breaks.
Downgraded to barbaric medieval tier, where shitting anywhere on the street is considered social norm.
"Wahh!"
"What a powerful cry. We'll name you after the great conqueror Eunigeus—Yujin."
"Yujin. Yujin Feltro, our precious little youngest..."
The one silver lining? I wasn't born some gutter alley bastard or a potato-faced commoner's kid.
I was the youngest son of the empire's powerhouse Feltro Count family.
Honestly, at first, I had high hopes.
Starting medieval life with memories of my past modern life? Ways to become great were a dime a dozen.
—Ahh, this is called a soap… Wash your hands with it, and infection risk drops 99%.
—My god! Are you the lord of plagues!?
—Hey, this is The Count of Monte Cristo… Classic literature representing the artistic nation of France…
—Give me that book right now! How much? I'll fund your writing career for life!!!
I nursed those happy delusions while growing up, but it didn't take long to realize it was all bullshit.
Soap? Already existed here. The real kicker? Magic called Clean that's way better than soap.
No water needed—just chant a verse, bam!
Your week-old crusty undies turn fresh and fluffy with a nice scent!
Just 8 coins a pop! Serving commoners and nobles alike equally.
Okay, fine, no soap market. How about writing something like The Count of Monte Cristo?
I'd read tons of that isekai "become a famous author" schtick.
Hell, in this medieval fantasy isekai, who cares if I rip off Earth's masterpieces?
But writing didn't come easy.
Back in my game dev days, I thought the scenario team just pigged out on break room snacks, but damn, it's tough work.
No wonder they chain-smoked like chimneys.
Trying to write made me crave smokes I'd never even touched in my past life.
Brain felt foggy as hell… Not something a sane person does.
Plus, massive family opposition sealed the deal.
Dad saw me fiddling with "that pointless Monte Count crap" as pathetic.
"Your brothers are already making names for themselves, and you insist on this nonsense?!"
"Dad… If this blows up, our count family sits on a gold mine…"
"Enough! No more games, Yujin! You're sixteen—when do I stop indulging you?!"
What came flying from Dad's hand? Academy enrollment papers.
"Enroll or get disowned!"
Without Dad's backing, I'm just a useless noble.
"Yes sir!! Dropping writing, enrolling right now!!!"
I enrolled without a peep.
Hey, I was starting to realize I had zero writing talent anyway.
Who knows? Maybe I'd discover some killer skill at the academy?
Start was promising, thanks to my big bro and lil' bro smashing records left and right.
—Feltro Count's youngest? Brother of that famous Dragon Slayer Lucas Feltro?
—Also the baby bro of Severus, youngest imperial inspector ever last year.
—Whoa, baller. Gotta befriend him.
But it didn't take long for the academy to see I was nothing like those two.
Swordsmanship: Fail. Alchemy: Fail. Imperial admin exam I banked on: Fail.
Triple fail turned me from undervalued gem to delisted trash coin. Booted from my crew, back to past life's loner hikikomori status.
No busty blonde princess, no silver-haired slender saint in commoner disguise, no tsundere genius pint-sized mage girl hopelessly in love with me.
If even magic flunked, I'd have jumped from the academy's 5th floor. Reincarnated once—ain't doing it twice.
Of course, dodging that tragedy was thanks to my beloved, respected mentor.
"Even a slowpoke slug rolls when it has to. You've got talent for spatial magic? Not bad at all."
Arkythia.
She was the magic department's research chair professor.
Fire, water, lightning, earth, wind, darkness.
And then space—the attribute that doesn't fit any of the six natural ones.
Arkythia said spatial magic talent is rare continent-wide, so she pulled strings as chair prof to save my flunking ass from expulsion.
"Thank you, Professor! I'll serve by your side my whole life!!!"
"Hehe, sure. Nice working with you. But you gotta graduate—no more fails next year."
"Yes ma'am!! Bone-crushing effort incoming!!"
Thus, after grinding through academy graduation.
I followed Arkythia back to the capital as she ended her chair term, landing librarian at the Central Imperial Magic Library.
Didn't join a huge magic faction or build my own tower… But for a talentless hack, this is peak output.
Even my "talented" spatial magic was gimped by low innate mana—bare minimum output only.
So, what's a Central Imperial Magic Library librarian do?
"Librarian, where's volume 3 of Principles and Applications of Flame Magic?"
"Epsilon shelf 6, second slot."
Book lookups.
"You bastards! Why block that section?! Knowledge belongs to all! Forbidden magic must be restored by our—"
"Guards? Got a subversives eyeing forbidden tomes. Yeah, that third-year Dark Tower mage…"
Trouble-shooing.
"H-Hey, no magic here! If you had an epiphany, use the Cube over there!"
"…Hmm, can I cast Meteor inside?"
"Of course. It's a perfectly isolated space via our director Archmage Arkythia's magic—use freely."
"Capital library's the best!"
Stopping lunatics from enlightenment-spamming spells everywhere.
And one more.
"Wiki, this right? Did I reincarnate for this?"
"Same old. Play your move. Time is money."
Bullshitting with the library's "knowledge spirit" overseeing ops.
"Fuck this shit!"
I flipped the chessboard.
Pieces phased through Wiki's shimmering, formless body, rolling across the floor.
"That's 838 games: 0 wins, 726 losses, 2 draws, 110 forfeits."
"How do I beat a spirit at chess? You've got every winning line memorized!"
"No choice. Half-assing it isn't a real win. Director Arkythia said not to go easy on you. Just following orders."
"Sigh…"
Currently, just me—the head librarian—and Wiki ran the place.
Thanks to mentor's near-year-long continental tour.
Unlike other spirits, knowledge spirit Wiki had no form.
Like air shimmering irregularly.
At first, glad for a chatty companion against boredom. But after a couple times, it grated.
More precisely, this soul-suckingly dull medieval magic librarian gig was wearing thin.
This world was boring as hell.
Literature? Kiddie firewood compared to modern culture I'd binged.
Nobles' daily theater and opera? Bland AF.
Hunting or duels? Not my jam.
I like pretty, cool characters clashing—not sweaty wrestling between hairy empire gladiators and ripped eastern slave fighters.
Got it, your culture level—. Bored to death.
Games? Primitive board stuff like chess or Othello.
Fine against people, but against spirit Wiki? Unwinnable.
Why play if you lose every time?
That's when genius struck.
No games? Make 'em.
Three sleepless nights later, I unveiled my masterpiece to Wiki.
"Ta-da~!"
"What's this?"
"Wiki, what's life? Luck, right? Humans, spirits—gotta have luck to thrive."
Bullshit.
"Let's see how luck-forsaken trash this game is?"
...
...
"Ah, damn it—invalid, invalid!"
"Nope, you're bankrupt~."
"How does the die land on 3 there of all places!!! This is rigged…"
"Sucks, huh? Luck's a skill too?"
★ Achievement Unlocked ★Yujin FeltroAchieves first victory against the knowledge spirit Wiki!
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