Chapter 3: My Job? A Total Bum

Children should not work.

This fact is stipulated by law and accepted as a social norm.

Why is that?

I believe it’s a fact created because working during the growing period.

Would reduce the number of high-quality human resources.

So what about a person who only looks like a child but is an adult in age?

The answer is probably ‘not applicable’.

Even if they look like a child, if they’ve lived for over 20 years, they are an adult on paper.

But in reality, it’s not quite like that.

What’s the point of being recognized only on paper if no one will hire you?

Besides, how many people in the world look like children even though they are adults?

Society is not so lenient with exceptions.

And that will apply to me too.

So you have great specs, but you look like a brat?

Who would want to hire you?

From the employer’s perspective, there’s no reason to take the risk.

That’s why this body is the absolute worst for making money.

Of course, I could make a living doing things like being a kid model or a child actor, which was mentioned earlier.

However, that’s an impossible method for me.

For some reason, ‘the human Jung Yua’ has always had a strong aversion to his face being known.

For example, there’s the story of when I was awarded my doctorate in the past.

Earning a doctorate at 22 is a fact that would greatly surprise the public.

But I refused all interviews.

And I did my best to prevent any related articles from remaining.

It wasn’t an action with a grand reason.

As I said above, it’s just that I had an instinctive aversion to my personal information being exposed.

But as a VTuber, you don’t have to show your face?

Therefore…

[Applying for the 1st generation of Wonderland.]

As if possessed by something, I sent the application email.

Ah, for the record, I didn’t just send a simple text.

I found the instrumental of a famous song on YouTube and sent a recording of myself singing my heart out.

It was a recording where my slightly youthful yet clear voice, high-toned yet cute, harmonized well with the song.

I was relieved by the rather complete result.

Yes, with this, I’ll definitely pass the first round!

I pressed the send button and put down my phone.

After putting down my phone, other thoughts started to creep in.

Uh… did I apply for no reason?

VTuber.

Yes, it’s a sufficiently attractive profession(?).

You don’t have to show your face, and once you reach a certain scale, the income is large.

But there’s an ability that’s inevitably required.

Entertainment.

Even if you can’t speak fluently, you need to have a minimum level of entertainment.

As someone who has lived as an outcast for 22 years, it was an element I couldn’t guarantee.

I felt a sense of regret somewhere.

But I soon stopped thinking.

Well, I don’t even know if I’ll pass the first round yet, so it’s a waste of time to worry unnecessarily.

A week passed like that.

A week of training that wasn’t really training.

The results were considerable.

“The giraffe picture I drew is a picture of a long-necked giraffe, and the giraffe picture you drew is a picture of a not-long-necked giraffe.”

Perfect pronunciation!

I no longer made lisping sounds like a baby.

Of course, it still comes out without me knowing when I’m flustered.

But in 99 percent of situations, I could speak with normal pronunciation.

Also, the knowledge recall ability.

The knowledge from my previous body that I could only recall in brief moments before.

I could now recall it for about 30 seconds without getting tired.

It was funny that ‘practicing makes you able to use it longer’ like the protagonist of Attack on Titan.

But still, it became one of the few hopes in this confusing situation.

Additionally, I didn’t try to go beyond that.

I think I would probably faint if I tried.

This is enough to handle a momentary crisis.

Grumble

Oops, it’s already lunchtime!

I got lost in thought and it became lunchtime.

I jumped up and put a retort pouch food in the microwave.

For the first few days, I tried to cook, but.

It was difficult because I was short, so I gave up and changed direction to retort pouches.

Now, there were more types I had tried than those I hadn’t.

“Om nom nom.”

The slightly sweet and salty meatballs.

Moved around on my tongue, stimulating my taste buds.

“Hmm, it’s delicious today too.”

I don’t know if this body is a blessing or a curse, but all five senses were sensitive.

Especially my sense of taste, even after eating retort food day in and day out.

It didn’t get dull and sent information of stimulating flavors to my brain.

Good things are good, I guess.

After finishing my meal, I went to the computer.

Normally, I would have gone for a walk to aid digestion, but not anymore.

Actually, it’s not that I can’t if I want to.

But I stopped because my appearance drew too much attention from passersby.

Just being stared at was the least of it.

Once, when I was looking around to enjoy the scenery, I was even treated as a lost child.

A lost child, of all things!

I thought I looked to be about 12 years old.

But it seems others didn’t think so.

Or maybe this appearance evokes a protective instinct?

Ahem… anyway, for these reasons, going out became a rare event.

Whatever the case, I had lunch.

I crushed some post-meal League of Legends.

[Grandmaster 723LP (Solo/Duo)]

I’ve now reached a tier where I can call myself a celestial being!

But reaching the celestial tier is good and all…

But ranked games, which are like a drug.

Turned me into a gaming addict who reached Grandmaster in 10 days.

The lack of self-control is keenly felt at times like this.

I never thought I’d repeat the pattern of eating, playing League, watching YouTube, playing League, and sleeping for 10 days straight.

With such a life, I was starting to feel a sense of crisis in my bank account.

I started thinking things like, ‘Should I look for a part-time job?’

“Ah, I really need to find a job now…”

A sudden worry messes with my head.

“Ugh, stress!”

I’ll just play one ranked game and then look for a job.

With a firm resolve, I clenched my fist and placed my hand on the keyboard.

[Victory!]

Alright, that was a very rewarding game!

Now, I’ll start my job search…

[Grandmaster 833LP (Solo/Duo)]

Huh? But why is my score like this?

I’m sure I only played one game.

How did it go up by 110 points?

I scratched my head and looked at the clock.

[16:32]

Huh?

Why has it been four and a half hours?

I hurriedly clicked on my match history.

[Victory] – 18 minutes 06 seconds
[Victory] – 21 minutes 12 seconds
[Defeat] – 20 minutes 32 seconds
[Victory] – 19 minutes 55 seconds
…
[Victory] – 25 minutes 01 second

There were numerous entries in my match history.

That’s strange, it definitely felt like just one game?

With a genuine sense of bewilderment.

I quickly retraced my memories from earlier.

First, I had lunch.

And then… I tried to look for a job.

But I got super stressed and dove into ranked games.

Hmm… what’s the problem?

Lunch, job search, stress, ranked games…

Ah!

I realized.

I opened the memo app and quickly jotted down some text.

• Don’t buy large strawberry jam jars because I can’t open the lid.

• Don’t use the memory ability more than 3 times in a row.

• When speaking, always be conscious of pronunciation.

• Be careful, I become a beast when suddenly stressed. (new)

Yes, if my thinking is correct, this is it.

Among the remaining elements in my memory, the only thing that stands out is stress.

‘I should be careful next time,’ I thought, nodding my head.

Click

Still, I have to do what I have to do.

I went straight to a job search site.

I wonder what I can do with this body.

Still, my diploma and doctorate remained, at least on paper.

If even that had disappeared, I might have really become a kid model.

Even with physical limitations.

There might be a job somewhere that allows for remote work.

Yes, there must be!

Scroll… scroll

I scrolled the mouse wheel for a long time.

Page 7… page 18… page 31.

The results came after scrolling down to the last page, page 31.

‘I’m screwed.’

They seemed to have no intention of offering me a suitable job.

Well, it’s absurd to think about working from home.

The only jobs you can do from home are things like comment part-time jobs.

But I didn’t touch it because I didn’t even know if it was legal or illegal.

I quickly gave up my false hope and turned off the computer.

If things go south, I’ll just sell this house.

It’s in Seocho, near a subway station, and I own it, so it’s worth quite a bit.

The fact that it’s only 12 pyeong is a bit of a concern.
(TL Note: Pyeong is a Korean unit of area and floor space, roughly equal to 3.31 square meters.)

But you can’t ask for more than that in Seoul.

Because anything over 20 pyeong starts at 2-3 billion won.

Even getting a 12 pyeong house would have been difficult if I hadn’t risked my life trading overseas futures.

Looking at it this way, it’s a bit of a waste to sell it.

Anyway, the last resort is only for the last moment.

After organizing my thoughts, I collapsed onto the bed.

“Uung… I’m dizzy.”

As expected, this body is not suited for complex thoughts.

I get dizzy as soon as my thoughts get a little complicated.

“Haaam…”

I lay my tired body down properly and tried to take a nap.

Is it still a nap if I’m sleeping at 6 o’clock?

I don’t know.

First, I need to soothe my tired body.

…

[Ding!]

Ah, what is it.

Why is a message coming when I’m trying to sleep.

I should just ignore it…

[Ding!]

“Ugh, fine, I’ll look at it!”

I forced my tired body up and turned on my phone screen.

The sender of the message was… uh, huh?

It was my younger sister.

No way, did she find out my identity?

She probably just sent it because she has something to say.

R…right?

Pushing my anxiety aside, I carefully clicked on the message app.

[Crazy B*tch] – (Photo of Jung Yua blushing in squirrel pajamas.jpg)
[Crazy B*tch] – Hahahahahahahahaha

Heh, I’m f*cked.

A photo that I have no idea when it was taken greeted me.

No, there was definitely no movement of taking a photo, when did she take it?

I held my throbbing head and replied.

I can still salvage this.

I will…

[Crazy B*tch] – (Photo of Jung Yua blushing in squirrel pajamas.jpg)
[Crazy B*tch] – Hahahahahahahahaha
[Me] – What’s with the photo of that cute girl?
[Crazy B*tch] – Ahahahaha right, the cute haha girl hahaha

Oh no, salvaging this is out of the question.

To think she’d spread it less than a month after promising not to say anything.

I felt a great sense of betrayal towards my oldest sister and covered my face.

Because I felt like steam was coming out of my face, which was as red as it could be.

[Vring vring… vring vring]

What, why is she calling!

Isn’t this enough teasing?

This crazy b*tch is determined to hear my voice.

Since it has come to this, I was curious to see how far she would go, so I answered the phone.

“What.”

[“Kyahahahaha! Our baby bro really became a girl!”]

“If you’re going to talk nonsense, I’m hanging up.”

[“Aigoo, our Yua, your voice is so cute~”]

[Click!]

It felt like a thread of patience that exists somewhere was about to snap.

I hung up immediately without listening any further.

Of course, it wasn’t the end.

[Vring… vring]

“Decline.”

[Vring… vring]

“De…cline.”

[Vring… vring]

“Ah, sh*t, stop it!”

I couldn’t hold back my anger and ended up pressing the call button.

But the person on the other end of the line was not the crazy b*tch from my house.

[“Uh… um… I’m calling about the recruitment for the 1st generation of Wonderland…”]

Today, I’ve already been f*cked three times.