"AIDEN!!!" "AIDEN!!!" "AIDEN!!!" "AIDEN!!!" "AIDEN!!!" "AIDEN!!!" "AIDEN!!!" "AIDEN!!!" "AIDEN!!!" "AIDEN!!!" "AIDEN!!!" "AIDEN!!!" "AIDEN!!!" "AIDEN!!!" "AIDEN!!!"
Noisy…! Can you all just shut up…?
Yeah… I know… I know I won by a KO. But there's no need to be that loud. After all, it wasn't you who won, it was me. Or did you win your bets? If so, congratulations.
Still, I raised my hand to hype up the crowd.
After that, I stepped out of the ring and headed toward my car.
There was actually a shower room at the venue, but I didn't feel comfortable using it. I was afraid someone might peek at me. So I always left right after a match.
I slumped into my SUV's seat.
"Boss, are we heading straight home?"
That was my driver, Lucy. Quite a cute name.
"No, I want to go buy a new video game."
"I actually have a game to recommend."
"Oh? What is it?" I asked with mild interest.
Her recommendations were always good.
"Here." She handed me a disc.
But for some reason, the cover was missing.
"Try playing it. You won't regret it."
"Alright. In that case, I'll head home."
She started the engine and drove off.
"You've been spending a lot of time at home lately."
"My parents just died yesterday. So I'm finally free."
I was successful. I was rich. But I didn't have a house of my own. My family had this stupid rule – one family, one house. And we weren't even Asian.
What's worse, my parents were insanely strict. Since childhood, I'd been forced into brutal martial arts training. They were seriously crazy. Even when I was a kid, they hit me for real during practice. I even ended up in the ER once.
Though it eventually led me to success, I never felt grateful. The pain I endured far outweighed any happiness I gained. That's why, when they died, I didn't feel sad at all.
During those horrible years, video games were my only escape. Especially open-world ones. They gave me a sense of freedom — killing people, blowing up buildings, racing through streets, and so on.
"Boss, we've arrived."
"Thanks. You can go home now."
"You're welcome. Don't forget to try the game."
Once I got inside, I took a shower.
Then I started playing the game Lucy gave me.
But during character creation, I noticed something weird.
Why can I only choose a female character?
Tch! Lately, too many games shove agendas into them. Games today aren't made for gamers — they're made for activists. Even though gamers are the source of their money. Screw them all!
Still, I gave it a try.
The title was Queen of Yin.
Its setting was a world where the gender norms were reversed — men were beneath women, and women ruled over men. On top of that, it was an adult game. What disgusted me even more was that all the erotic scenes focused on the men.
Stop it! I'm not gay! I want to puke!
Why the hell did Lucy recommend this cursed game to me?!
I knew she liked games like this since she's a woman.
But she didn't have to recommend one to me!
Aside from the erotic stuff, the game had good elements — a complex story and soulslike mechanics. But what really kept me playing was the open world. If not for that, I'd have thrown it away.
In 12 hours, I beat the game.
After the credits, a strange option appeared:
[Do you want to play again?]
Of course not. But the only option available was "Yes."
I tried to force-quit, but it wouldn't close.
"What the hell?! A virus?! Damn it!!!"
I was forced to click [Yes].
Then my vision started blurring.
When I rubbed my eyes, I wasn't in my room anymore.
"Eh? Where am I?"
Not to brag, but my house was luxurious — marble floors, chandeliers, and a huge bed. But this? What the hell was this? A storage room? Cracked floors, a tiny bed on the ground, and a broken lamp. Where the hell am I?! Why am I here?!
I walked around to look.
Accidentally, I passed by a mirror.
"What the hell?!"
The reflection wasn't me. The guy was tall and slender, with a face like a Korean idol and baby-smooth skin. But when I moved my hand, the reflection did too.
"Huh? That's me?! Why do I look like this?!"
Where did my muscular body go? I wasn't handsome, but I was tough and intimidating. Even my voice had changed — soft and smooth, whereas before it was deep and commanding.
"Ugh! What the hell is going on?!"
Suddenly, foreign memories flooded my mind.
They belonged to the original owner of this body.
By fate or coincidence, his name was also Aiden Cross.
Not only that, but he also had awful parents — a mother drowning in debt and booze, and a father so submissive he acted like a dog.
From his memories, I realized something:
This was the world of Queen of Yin.
"This is the worst thing that's ever happened to me!!!"
I'd suffered my whole childhood. I had just begun to enjoy success and freedom — and now I was thrown into a world where men are discriminated against. My pride as a martial arts genius couldn't accept this.
"I curse you, Lucy!!!!"
This never would've happened if she hadn't given me that damn game. I even gave her bonuses every payday! I hope she gets dragged into this world too so I can wreck her.
When stressed, beer always helps.
Luckily — or not — my mother here was a drunkard.
So there was always alcohol in the fridge.
I walked out of the room and grabbed a beer.
"Aaaaaaahhh, that's good."
"Aiden, what are you doing?"
It was my father. Pretty like me, unfortunately.
Damn it, I didn't even want to admit he was my parent.
"Can't you see? I'm drinking beer."
"You're a man! You shouldn't be drinking beer! It'll ruin your face and body! What if your engagement with the Velantri Clan gets canceled?!"
Seriously, I wanted to smash this bottle on his head.
Wait… that wasn't in the memories.
"What do you mean, engagement?!"
"Let your mother explain. Come with me."
I followed him to the living room.
There sat my mother — looking like one of those "agenda women" from the game. Shaved sides, long hair on top combed to the side, radiating bossy energy. Activists would worship her.
Three women in formal suits sat nearby.
"Aiden, sit next to me."
She ordered in a deep voice.
"I refuse," I said while sipping my beer.
"What?! Boy, are you defying me?!"
"What do you mean are you? I am literally defying you."
"You insolent brat!!!"
"Shut up, you half-bald hag!!!"
"Half-bald?!" Her face flushed. "This isn't half-bald! This is a trendy hairstyle! There's even a celebrity who went viral for it! It's viral style!!!"
"The most disgusting thing is old people trying to look trendy."
"Enough! Quiet! We have guests!"
I went quiet — not because of her, but because I was drinking.
"Boy, you know our family is in debt, right?"
"Don't say our. You're the one in debt. And don't call me boy, call me bastard. Got it, half-bald?"
A vein bulged on her forehead. "Shut up! We have guests! Anyway, we're in debt. Fortunately, the Velantri Clan is willing to pay it off — but only if you marry their daughter."
"You agreed to that, didn't you?"
"Yes, it's a very profitable offer."
Crash! I smashed the beer bottle on her half-bald head.
"Profitable for you, damn it! You sold me off for your debt?! Sell your kidney online instead!"
"Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Aiden, what are you doing!? Your father never taught you to be violent!"
"Woman— I mean, man! Don't scream like that! And what's with that long 'Kyaaaa'?! Too drawn out! Make it short and clear! Didn't they teach you expression control at school?!"
"You two, shut up!"
Whoa! In this world, women really are on top.
Even after smashing her with a bottle, she was fine.
"Listen, Aiden. They're the richest clan in the world. Their power surpasses nations. All you need to do is impregnate their daughter, and you can spend your days bathing in wealth and power. What better life could a man ask for?"
"What if she's ugly?!"
"She's beautiful."
"Families always praise each other."
"Anyway, it's been decided."
"I'm not going."
"Take him."
One of the women in suits reached for me.
"Don't touch me, you horny bitch!!!"
I instantly punched her chin — knocking her out cold.
Everyone was shocked by my strength.
Even though this body was weak, my martial arts skill wasn't gone. Even on Earth, hitting the chin could KO someone. So it should work here too.
"Boy, don't resist!"
"Please calm down, boy!"
Two of them rushed toward me.
"Stop calling me boy!"
The second woman's hand moved fast to grab me.
But I deflected her and struck her solar plexus.
"Ugghhhh!" She groaned, dropping to her knees.
I grabbed her by the hair.
There's a reason why grabbing hair is banned in all martial arts competitions — it can easily cause fatal injury. That's why the person whose hair is grabbed instinctively follows the pull to survive.
I yanked her toward me, using her as a shield. Despite the pain, she obeyed. The third woman froze, unwilling to attack her ally.
"Boy, that's cheating!!!"
"In this world, women are above men. You're the cheaters!!! It's three-on-one! You should just glue dicks to your crotches!!!"
"Fine, let's duel. But let her go."
"Alright, who's scared?!"
My pride as a martial arts genius wouldn't let me say no.
I threw the second woman aside and faced the third one.
She attacked. I dodged. She attacked again. I dodged again.
It kept repeating — ten times — until she ran out of breath.
I taunted her by shaking my hips.
"Why is Aiden acting so weird?"
"Because he drank your beer."
"Eh? I'm such a bad mother."
A vein popped on the third woman's forehead.
But I just kept dancing.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!"
She screamed in fury, throwing a wild punch.
I dodged again.
Then I counterattacked.
My hand slapped her face.
Smack! What a satisfying sound.
"Boy, I'll kill you!"
She went berserk, attacking wildly until my back hit the wall.
A grin spread across her face. She thought she had me cornered.
"HIIIAAAT!!!" She punched — not me, but the wall. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"
Smack! I slapped her again — this time on the butt.
"Oouuuhhh~ So soft~"
"You damn brat!"
Her face turned red.