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Chapter 2 - Chapter: 2

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Translator: uly

Chapter: 2

Chapter Title: Reversal Hero Tale

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Reversal Hero Tale.

 

 

A legendary masterpiece among legendary masterpieces, set in a gender-reversed world just like the title suggests, overwhelmingly praised by users with positive reviews.

 

 

With stellar gameplay, flashy cutscenes, a heart-wrenching story, captivating characters, and an immersion so deep it devours your time.

 

 

This game hit every single one of my tastes perfectly in every way, making it destined to become my all-time favorite. That's how I fell head over heels for Reversal Hero Tale.

 

 

My life became one where, aside from the few moments each day my mind drifted away from Reversal Hero Tale, every second was consumed by thoughts of it.

 

 

Maybe because my love for it ran that deep, I ended up clearing the final difficulty no one had ever conquered: the 'Truth' mode.

 

 

The moment I snapped that clear screenshot, a blinding light flashed out and swallowed me whole, transmigrating me into the world of Reversal Hero Tale.

 

 

 

 

"Young Master Woo-bin, get your head in the game and focus! Now, follow after this wet nurse's example and give it a try!"

 

 

A world with wet nurses—not just nannies, but actual wet nurses. That was the world of Reversal Hero Tale.

 

 

Not some insane dystopia where they literally nurse you, though. They just bottle-feed you in place of the mother, hence the name.

 

 

"Alright, here we go, so focus up, Young Master Woo-bin."

 

 

With those words, my wet nurse—who I'd still not fully adjusted to even five years after reincarnating into this world—gently gripped the knife handle.

 

 

A motion so natural it could only come from someone who'd wielded blades their whole life, like the knife was an extension of her body.

 

 

"Suuup. Hooo..."

 

 

She held the knife softly, took a deep breath to relax her body, then brought it down from above without a hint of hesitation.

 

 

Thwack thwack thwack thwack thwack thwack

 

 

"The two most important things in cooking are knife work and fire control, Young Master. As the proud heir of our Yang Family, this is a skill you must master to become a fine husband someday."

 

 

My wet nurse glanced sideways at me without breaking her flawless posture or rhythm as she diced the green onions into perfect slices.

 

 

In an instant, one whole green onion was sliced diagonally, every piece uniform in size.

 

 

"See? That's how you earn the right to step into a kitchen with pride. You'll have a wife to tend to one day, Young Master, so to avoid tarnishing the Yang Family name, you can't skimp on the effort."

 

 

With that, she pulled a small knife from the rack on the kitchen wall and handed it to me.

 

 

A child-sized kitchen knife, custom-made for me at age five.

 

 

"Now then, shall we start practicing?"

 

 

She smiled warmly, utterly unfazed.

 

 

A world where handing a sharp blade to a five-year-old and telling them to practice knife skills raised no eyebrows... well, that wasn't quite right for Reversal Hero Tale.

 

 

"You might worry about getting hurt, but no need, Young Master. The Yang Family has a dedicated medical team just for you. The family head prepared it specially so your studies wouldn't be interrupted, no matter what. All you need to do is focus on learning what I teach."

 

 

It's just that the insane psycho family I was born into happens to be nuts.

 

 

 

 

"Any defects?"

 

 

That was the first thing my biological mother in this world said when I was born.

 

 

I remembered it crystal clear because it was right after I woke up from passing out post-'Truth' clear.

 

 

After checking my fingers, toes, and even confirming my little buddy was intact, she said:

 

 

"Hmm, no defects. He'll make a fine tool for alliances with other families later."

 

 

Hearing that filled me with cosmic dread toward this world.

 

 

And when I later realized this was the world of Reversal Hero Tale, the shock hit even harder.

 

 

The former was terror at a world where a mother could say that about her newborn son. The latter was despair at being reborn into this family in my favorite game of all places.

 

 

Reversal Hero Tale was a gender-reversal story, sure, but solidly set in a modern era.

 

 

It wasn't supposed to normalize female superiority to this extreme, roles swapped or not.

 

 

"Alright, Young Master, break time's over. Next lesson: laundry. Your future family will have servants, of course, but some wives insist husbands handle household chores themselves, so best to know the basics."

 

 

Except for extreme clans like the Yang Family I was born into.

 

 

"Can't bring shame to the family name, after all."

 

 

This world of Reversal Hero Tale had a class system.

 

 

Long ago, when calamity struck, heroes rose to fend it off. The 108 survivors were granted nobility for their feats, founding the modern noble houses—the prestigious clans.

 

 

The Yang Family I was born into was one such clan, one of the few outdated holdouts sneering at modern gender equality.

 

 

As nobles, they were proud. As the proud, they clung to tradition.

 

 

What utter bullshit.

 

 

In a superhuman society where strength defined worth, men—genetically weaker than women—were mere tools for the clan. That twisted ideology was gospel to this family, utterly incomprehensible to a modern guy like me.

 

 

"Some ladies prefer hand-washing, so today we'll learn that. Who knows what wife and clan you'll end up with."

 

 

Scrub scrub scrub scrub scrub

 

 

I watched my wet nurse vigorously rubbing wet clothes on the washboard and let out a deep internal sigh.

 

 

How the hell did I end up born into a family like this?

 

 

 

 

"That's it for today's lessons. Time for bed, Young Master Woo-bin. See you at 5 a.m. tomorrow."

 

 

Current time: 11 p.m.

 

 

After cramming cooking, laundry, massages, and god-knows-what else into my head, my wet nurse dropped that nightmare bombshell about tomorrow and left the room.

 

 

Finally alone, my body went limp like melting slime, flopping onto the bed.

 

 

"Fucking brutal..."

 

 

I was so exhausted—body and soul—that closing my eyes would rocket me straight to dreamland.

 

 

But I couldn't sleep now.

 

 

Sleep now, and tomorrow comes. Same hellish day repeats.

 

 

As a modern Korean guy, I couldn't accept spending my life prepping to serve some future wife.

 

 

So I forced my drooping eyes wide open, gritted my teeth, hauled my puddle of a body upright, sat on the floor, and crossed my legs.

 

 

"Suuuup... Hoooo..."

 

 

I gripped my slipping focus tight, lightly closed my eyelids, and breathed deeply and slowly.

 

 

Inhaled air filling my lungs, exhaling the stale, sticky gunk inside.

 

 

With each breath, I relaxed from shoulders to toes, maintaining that sensation.

 

 

Keep it up, and soon you slip into a state where you're truly, solely present in this world.

 

 

This was meditation—the daily ritual I'd kept up religiously since reincarnating and gaining control over my body.

 

 

"Suu... Hooo..."

 

 

Reversal Hero Tale's setting was modern, but its genre was fantasy.

 

 

A world of superhumans transcending human limits.

 

 

Mana made superhumans superhuman. Awaken to mana, and you qualify.

 

 

This meditation was my way to sense it.

 

 

"S... Hoo..."

 

 

As heirs to the 108 heroes who saved humanity, awakening as superhumans was inevitable for noble scions—only the timing varied.

 

 

That's why they were called prestigious clans, why they ruled as modern nobility.

 

 

Normally, noble kids awaken unconsciously: body adapts to ambient mana, mana sensitivity hits a threshold, sixth sense blooms upon opening eyes.

 

 

Infusing that initial mana spark into the newborn mana core alongside your sixth sense, and boom—you're a superhuman.

 

 

As natural as baby teeth falling out for adult teeth. Just part of growing up for noble kids.

 

 

And I was forcing that process ahead of schedule.

 

 

"S..."

 

 

Here in the Yang Clan's main estate, mana density was far higher than average.

 

 

Even without my sixth sense awake, as confirmed noble blood, it was worth a shot.

 

 

No clue how long it'd take, but it was a gamble worth taking. Had to.

 

 

Blind, grueling grind like headbutting concrete, no end in sight. Sheer folly.

 

 

Zzt!

 

 

"...!"

 

 

But even raindrops pierce rock eventually.

 

 

Day after relentless day, cutting sleep to meditate—I finally did it.

 

 

"...Whoa."

 

 

Sensing the power particles filling this room.

 

 

Five years since reincarnating into this world, the first achievement of human Yang Woo-bin.

 

 

 

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