Chapter 2: It's Electrifying, It Never Gets Old "Criticism continues to mount against the police for losing sight of the culprit who appeared in City A today. Citizens are questioning the reliability of mages affiliated with the police force…"
On the news, a poised anchorwoman explained today's events with crisp, clear pronunciation.
Man, I've gone and created another legend.
"The culprit is described as having an ugly appearance…"
Hey, stop calling me ugly!
Why do they just lump everything together as 'ugly' instead of giving an accurate description?
The police and the news anchor are being way too rude. The public has a right to know the details!
Whew—whew… No, there's no need to get worked up.
Because from now on, I'm going to be a new man.
I looked down at the small wooden doll in my hand.
It was an item that could change one's appearance.
What was the name again? I'd forgotten.
I rarely used it unless I suddenly felt the perverted urge to drastically change the protagonist's body type. Besides, I usually just used cheats because hunting for items was a hassle, so I never paid much attention to it.
Since there was no convenient interface like a status window or appraisal, no information popped up. Is it because I'm not the protagonist, or did it just not exist to begin with?
The police were chasing me because I'd caused quite a stir trying to obtain this hidden item, but it didn't matter.
I was about to change my face.
But how do I use this?
A [Use] window obviously didn't appear.
One thing that worried me was that in the game, I adjusted the appearance through a customization window. What would happen if I used it now?
Just in case, I searched the internet.
Searching for magic seriously on the internet made me feel like a kid with chuunibyou, but in this world, this was the norm.
Let's see…
Wow—the internet here is damn fun.
Before I knew it, two hours had passed.
I'd been in this exact position for two hours? What a terrifying dopamine addiction.
In this world, everyone has mana, whether a lot or a little, and can use magic.
Those without talent might only be able to light a cigarette no matter how hard they try, but that single difference had changed the entire course of the world's development.
Using magic in war was a given, and magic and science were naturally integrated, resulting in plenty of wondrous things.
Well… I knew all this as the basic setting of the game, but seeing it in person was different from just reading about it.
In particular, there were videos on how to use magic effectively—just as common as soccer tutorials or game walkthroughs—and there were even professional magic streamers. It was seriously fun.
I accidentally ended up subscribing to a female streamer who did stupid things with magic.
Don't get me wrong; I didn't click it because I saw melted slime pouring over her firm chest.
Anyway, that wasn't what was important. I managed to find information on this wooden doll.
It was called the 'Doll of Ambition,' and it was practically a legendary-grade rare item.
The term 'legendary' was a bit ambiguous here; it wasn't legendary because it was incredibly powerful, but rather because it was treated as a baseless rumor, like an urban legend.
Well, considering you couldn't buy it in the game and could only obtain it twice, it was indeed incredibly rare.
If something like this went up for auction, it would probably start at hundreds of millions, right?
My heart wavered for a moment at the thought of a sum I'd never even seen before, but I had plenty of other things to sell.
I looked back at the pile of items stacked in the corner.
Since I'd only scouted around the Academy, most of them were early-game items and weren't that expensive, but I could keep getting more, so I didn't need to worry about money.
Money was the least of my concerns.
The priority was changing this face, currently defined as 'ugly.'
Since it was an urban legend-tier item, I was worried the information might be inaccurate, but they said most magical tools were activated by infusing them with mana.
… …
Should I try it?
Will a window pop up? What if it doesn't? What if it really is just an urban legend here?
Nothing changes unless you take a step forward anyway.
Let's go! Here goes nothing!
I exhaled deeply to calm my nerves and put my spirit into my mana.
"Hah—!!"
A strange but oddly familiar sensation, as if my body already knew what to do.
"Cha Eun-woo! Cha Eun-woo! Cha Eun-woo! Park Seo-joon! Kang Dong-won! Won Bin! Jang Dong-gun! Kim Soo-hyun! Lee Jung-jae! Jung Woo-sung! Brad Pitt! Timothée Chalamet! DiCaprio! Tom, Tom, Tom, Tom Cruise! Orlando Bloom! Christian Bale! Keanu! Keanu Reeves! Louis Partridge! Joseph Gordon-Levitt! Chris Hemsworth! Hemsworth!!"
I gripped the doll tightly, desperately shouting every handsome face that came to mind.
… …
… …
… …?
What? What happened… Why is there no reaction?
I'd never wanted to open my eyes less than I did right now.
No… No, right?
We aren't that cold to each other, are we?
To be honest, this is kidnapping! You dragged me to another world without my consent.
If you're going to force me here, you should at least give me this much.
Feeling no change in my senses, I forced my eyes open.
A customization window… was not there.
Shit.
So it really was just an urban legend—NOT!!!!
"Bwahahaha!! Hell yeah!! Woo-hoo! Oh baby, yes!!"
Looking in the mirror, I saw an incredibly handsome man laughing like a maniac.
Damn, even his laugh is handsome. I'm almost jealous.
Wait, that's me right now.
"Hell yeah!!"
Maybe I roared with joy a bit too loudly, because the neighbor started pounding on the wall, telling me to shut up.
But how could I calm down?
My face—no, my life—had changed from 'ugly' to 'stunning.' How could I not be happy!
"Man, you are seriously good-looking."
I never thought I'd say that to a man, but… hey, you're damn handsome.
Oops, that's me.
I couldn't stop grinning just looking at the mirror.
Was it because I thought of foreign actors when I used the item? I looked a bit mixed-race, but that just added to the charm.
— Bang, bang, bang!
Uh oh, the neighbor must be really pissed.
Unable to take it anymore, they'd finally stormed out and were pounding on my front door.
"I told you last time—"
"I'm sorry. I'll be careful."
"Oh… Ah, no, it's fine."
The woman next door, who had arrived with such momentum, suddenly turned bright red and scurried back into her apartment in a fluster.
Why did she even come over if she was going to act like that? I got scared for nothing.
Wait…? Could it be? Because of my face?
You handsome bastards have been living life on Easy Mode this whole time?
Realizing the power of looks once again, I started dancing for joy.
So what if I looked a bit silly? My body was moving on its own because I was so happy.
Ah, I should be quiet.
I calmed down for a moment and checked my appearance in the mirror again.
Did I get taller too?
190cm? Maybe not quite 190, but I was definitely tall, and my muscles looked great.
It even changed my body; it really was a legendary item.
A groundless confidence that I could do anything welled up inside me. No, wait, groundless? My face is the ground.
First… should I buy some clothes?
My body had changed so much that nothing fit.
Even my underwear was too big and was halfway falling off.
I guess I met the neighbor looking like this.
Maybe she wasn't speechless because I was handsome, but because she thought I was a pervert.
*
"Hello, I've been watching you for a bit… do you have some time?"
I hope no gentleman judges me for such a pathetic line.
It was hard enough just forcing a smile through my nerves.
Why the sudden approach?
After buying clothes and walking around the streets, I just felt the urge.
I mean, I have this incredible face now, right?
Naturally, I wanted to try seducing a woman I wouldn't have even been able to make eye contact with before.
Of course, just because I suddenly had a top-tier face didn't mean my core personality had changed, which is why I blurted out such a lame line.
The two women sitting in the cafe chatting scanned me from head to toe with indifferent expressions.
Ah… I've seen that look before… like they're appraising a piece of merchandise.
I remembered the time I tried to pick someone up before…
I'd been drinking with friends and, emboldened by the alcohol, approached the next table. The women rejected me with slight sneers and voices that were forcedly polite.
Damn it, if only my friend hadn't kept lying to me, saying we'd made eye contact.
These women had the exact same eyes.
Did I pick women who were too high-level again?
The confidence I'd gained from my looks shriveled up instantly like a punctured balloon.
I felt like everyone was staring at me; my back started sweating, and my mind went blank.
Am I… not handsome? Does it only look that way to me?
Just as hundreds of questions flooded my mind and things got complicated, the woman let out a little smirk.
Ah, it's over.
Over? What's over?
Three hours later, I was lying in bed, looking at the women on either side of me.
I didn't even remember their names properly, but an hour after I spoke to them, we headed straight to a hotel and enjoyed a frantic session of sex.
The two women were fast asleep with satisfied faces.
Is this really okay?
It felt like a dream that I could enjoy such a steamy time with two women just by talking to them.
The one who looked like she knew how to have fun, and the one who looked haughty.
The old me wouldn't have even been able to speak to them, yet they'd given themselves to me so easily.
So this is how handsome guys have been enjoying life on Easy Mode.
Well, that's me now.
As I kneaded a voluptuous breast in each hand, one of them rubbed her face against my chest with a soft moan.
Being handsome is the best! It's electrifying! It never gets old!
*
Two months later.
I'd adapted to the new world, grown accustomed to my handsome face, and finished my preparations for the Academy.
The ultra-handsome man reflected in the mirror wore a refreshing smile.
Seriously, I look good in anything.
The protagonist starts his journey right about now, doesn't he?
Since this isn't a game, the protagonist will have his own growth process, but the game's story officially begins today.
Being an eroge, he's probably having a 'stiff' start to the morning thanks to his childhood friend and younger sister.
I'm not particularly jealous.
Not only do I have my looks, but I also have the money I made from selling items, and I've spent the last month training hard in magic.
I've even gathered plenty of items that provide growth rate bonuses, so I have nothing to fear.
As of right now, I'm much stronger than the protagonist.
And more handsome, too.
Since this is a world God gave me, I'm going to enjoy it to the fullest.
Of course, I'll avoid getting involved with the protagonist as much as possible so as not to affect the story.
If I mess with essential characters or intervene randomly, it'll become hard to predict future events, so staying away is the best policy.
No matter how stupid I am, I'm not so dumb that I can't think that far ahead.
Also, in this game, you can't take all the heroines and female companions in a single playthrough.
It's a game that forces multiple playthroughs; if you choose one heroine, you can't enter other routes, and some characters don't even appear depending on your choices.
That's how many diverse characters there are, and each has their own story, making the game's volume enormous.
Anyway, I won't interfere, so you go ahead and live happily.
Instead, I'll take care of the girls you don't pick.
But just so you know, I'm not backing down when it comes to my favorite characters.
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