Chapter 1: I was committed to a game occupied by a pc.

Internet games were taken over by PC.

I don’t mean personal computers. They were corrupted by an ideology with the peculiar name of Political Correctness.

“…f*ck.”

Avalon Academy. It was an East Asian otaku game set in an academy where students with the world’s greatest talents were enrolled (※All characters are 20 years old or older). (It was created through the cooperation of Chinese capital, Japanese voice actors, and a Korean production company.)

Naturally, it featured beautiful, well-figured, suspiciously young-looking characters. Their skin was pale, their hair like rainbows, and all the characters were kind.

However, by ill luck, it became a target of PC. What was worse, the ‘higher-ups’ panicked over the public opinion of people who didn’t even play the game and censored it.

“This is an otaku game, you crazy bastards!”

As a result of various misfortunes and becoming the target of a witch hunt, f*ck-alon Academy… Avalon Academy transformed into a proving ground for data PC-ism.

Unprecedented extreme censorship was implemented in game history.

[Isn’t it racist to have only white people from developed countries in an academy gathering the world’s most promising talents?]

-> [※ The appearance and settings of some characters have been changed.]

Characters who were white sometimes became black people from minority ethnic groups.

[There seems to be a lack of religious diversity. Allah Allah Allashong Allah.]

-> [※ The appearance and settings of some characters have been changed.]

Some characters suddenly started wearing hijabs on their heads.

[Fair learning rights must be guaranteed for the socially vulnerable, the disabled!]

-> [※ The appearance and settings of some characters have been… Motherfucker.]

Characters with disability attributes like blind, crippled, deaf, and mute were added. (Surprisingly, these were popular among otaku with dark tastes.)

It was truly an update of chaos and pandemonium. Having been constantly beaten down, the game company, with a screw loose, entered ‘enjoyer mode’ and began implementing all the absurd demands.

[What? You want disabled people? We’re going with limb amputation.]

[What? White washing? From now on, black characters will use ‘fish’ modeling for their appearance.]

[What? Religious diversity? We’re dropping in ultra-Orthodox Jews—‘Haredi’.]

At this point, the PC advocates who had been vocal were, on the contrary, horrified and began to disappear. True madness had driven out false madness.

Instead, a new menace began to poke its head into the game….

–Yes, everyone~ Hello~ The game we’re playing today is~

–I heard this game is hot these days, right? What? Am I late to the party?

–Today’s veteran guest corner! Avalon Academy Speedrun World Rank 1!

They were internet broadcasters who turned even madness into content.

Broadcasters, smelling YouTube potential in ‘Avalon Academy’, which had turned from an otaku game into an absurd game, flocked to it.

And there was a swarm of locusts that flocked to the game taken over by broadcasters.

“Wa!”

Elementary school students… the ‘jemminyi’ were here.

A tremendous number of ‘jemminyi’ swarmed ‘Avalon Academy’, and the game company, conscious of parents’ gazes, began to thoroughly wring out even the faint scent of an ‘erotic game’ that remained.

And so, Avalon Academy became an absurd game favored by ‘jemminyi’.

And I, who had diligently promoted Avalon Academy since its pre-registration days, became like an idiot chasing a chicken, left with nothing.

[‘Do you want to permanently delete ‘Avalon Academy’ from this account?]

[YES]

The day I deleted the game, shedding tears of blood, I made a decision.

If you call me a racist, I’ll become that f*cking racist.

A true racist, equipped with hatred for black people, religious people, disabled people, gays, and ‘jemminyi’.

****

[You have transmigrated into the world of ‘Avalon Academy’.]

A blue hologram appeared before my eyes.

Blue…. Blue, you say?

“Seeing that the status window is blue, are you a supporter of that side?”

[Changing the graphic settings of the status window to Grayscale.]

Kim Dohan used the color argument. It was highly effective!

The status window turned into a grayscale, translucent black and white. It was less straining on the eyes and looked much cleaner.

“Seeing you quickly change colors at the mention of ‘that side,’ I guess you’re a supporter of the opposite side.”

[The status window does not support or recommend support for any specific political party, organization, or interest group.]

‘Ignoring the status window that was making excuses like a gay man, I assessed the situation.’

I was standing on an unfamiliar street. I was wearing a comfortable white uniform, and people in the same uniform were walking in a line around me.

‘I was definitely kidnapped by Reptilians. Or maybe the National Intelligence Service. I wasn’t sure. It must have been a problem that I uploaded a GIF that turned into a tactical nuclear weapon after 10 seconds on North Korea’s external propaganda website.’

‘In that case, was this white uniform a prison uniform?’

I grabbed one of the people wearing the same uniform and asked where we were going.

“Excuse me, have we been kidnapped by someone?”

“Huh? Kidnapped? What are you talking about?”

“You rude young brat, using informal speech on our first meeting.”

“Ah, I’m sorry… wait, aren’t we both freshmen?!”

‘Seeing him ramble on with incomprehensible words, he seemed to have already been brainwashed.’

‘Perhaps, for some reason, I was the only one whose brainwashing had been undone. If so, I shouldn’t let on that I was no longer brainwashed.’

“Haha! Just kidding, friend.”

“Who are you…?”

“Where are we going?”

“I asked who you are?”

“I asked where we’re going.”

“…The entrance ceremony. It’s starting soon in the auditorium.”

“Entrance ceremony? What school?”

“Avalon Academy!”

“What’s that, you otaku.”

‘No, why is an otaku game name suddenly coming up?’

‘Could this be Comiket? Is Comic World holding a large-scale ‘Avalon Academy’ event?’

“Otaku…?”

“Ah, it’s not an otaku game anymore. Anyway, what event is Avalon Academy holding?”

“I told you, it’s the entrance ceremony!”

“What entrance ceremony?”

“The academy entrance ceremony!”

“Are you an F, by any chance? Why do you speak in a way only you can understand?”

“Are you a f*cking T?”

“Yeah.”

“Then I guess there’s nothing to be done….”

Having formed a friendship that transcended MBTI, we walked together to participate in the entrance ceremony.

‘He was an overly immersed otaku, but he didn’t seem like a bad friend.’

“What’s your name?”

“Kang Suho.”

“Are you good at soccer?”

“No.”

“Change your name.”

“…What’s your name?”

“Kim Dohan.”

“Kim Ddokkang?”

“You pro-Japanese, anti-nationalist bastard. This is why you shouldn’t associate with otaku.”

“What.”

I arrived at the auditorium with Kang Suho, the otaku pro-Japanese local Japanese lackey who can’t play soccer.

The academy’s auditorium had a truly poetic form. It was a round domed building, like a grand cathedral in Europe. Of course, I’ve never been to Europe.

“They’re holding the entrance ceremony here?”

“Yeah.”

“Not a Mass?”

“Are you Catholic?”

“Are you Protestant?”

“No.”

“You lukewarm bastard who’s going to hellfire. Don’t you know ‘Jesus to Heaven, Disbelief to Hell’?”

“…What about you?”

“I’m irreligious.”

“This bastard…?”

‘There’s a golden saying from Comrade Karl Marx: Religion is the opium of the people.’

‘Especially in an era like today, where even revolutionary tasks are dismantled by the logic of capital, we must arm ourselves with a revolutionary spirit, using Comrade Marx’s words as a guiding light.’

“Dohan, are you a commie?”

“Are you a blue-dog?”

“What are you talking about, you crazy bastard.”

“The entrance ceremony is starting. Be quiet.”

“…f*ck.”

The noisy auditorium gradually quieted down.

The ceiling opened, and someone was descending from the sky. Their appearance, descending from heaven to earth with the sun’s radiance at their back, was as divine as a scene from a religious painting. An angel was descending.

Pure white clothes, pure white wings, black skin….

Black skin…?

“Is that a black person…?”

“What do you mean ‘that,’ how can you speak to the vice-principal like that—”

“Kieeeeek! It’s a flying Negro!!!”

“What.”

‘A black person was flying around!’

‘A scream burst from my mouth without my realizing it. An angel in the form of a black person? Had God finally gone mad? Oh, right, God was always crazy.’

“Kim Dohan, you crazy bastard….”

Because I screamed, everyone in the auditorium turned their gaze toward me.

The black person-angel (Negro-Angel) descending from the sky also flinched, then glared at me. Good. Situation assessment complete.

“Suho! How can you call a black person a Negro! It’s rude to call a Negro a Negro!”

“What?! You said it, you crazy bastard!”

“Students there! Do not call me a Negro!”

‘The Negro speaks!’

“Student’s?! I didn’t!”

“Suho. We’re a community of shared destiny. You know that, right?”

“Hey!”

“I’ll put out!”

“f*ck! I’m not gay?! Don’t say such disgusting things!”

“Are you saying gay people are disgusting now?”

“Yeah!”

At that, several students in the auditorium flinched and averted their gaze.

‘Good. I remembered every one of those bastards who just turned their heads.’

“Both of you, be quiet! We’re proceeding with the entrance ceremony!”

“Yes!”

“I’m being unfairly accused….”

“Why are you acting so unfairly accused over something like that, like a gay man?”

“f*ck….”

‘Anyway, I realized it from the gay people averting their gaze just now.’

‘Seeing that gays were plentiful, it seemed I had transmigrated into the world of ‘Avalon Academy’.’

‘And what’s more, into the latest version of ‘Avalon Academy’, with all sorts of PC updates applied.’

“I’m fucked.”

“You only just realized that…?”

‘I was definitely fucked.’

‘That was the conclusion I reached after careful deliberation.’

‘I was fucked.’