Pitiful Young Master in a Reversed World

Chapter 4

There was a virtual reality game that evolved into a god-tier game in the universe, thanks to its immense freedom, vast world-building, and the active modding community.

And I was an old veteran who had sunk tens of thousands of hours into that game.

Specter, Seia, Ran, Luna, Beya, Louis, and so on.

They were all characters I had created.

Among them, Louis was the only male character I had ever made.

Of all things, what kind of twist of fate was it to be reincarnated as that character?

However, the world I was reincarnated into was completely different from the game's setting.

Dungeons that suddenly appeared without any warning signs,

And which spat out rewards and vanished once you defeated the boss or cleared the gimmicks.

The game's world was just an ordinary medieval fantasy; it wasn't a world where civilization had advanced this much thanks to dungeons and magic.

And certainly not a world where the roles of men and women were reversed.

So I believed I had reincarnated into a completely different world, sharing only the appearance and race of my game character.

At least, that was until I met Beya.

If Beya existed, didn't that mean the other characters I made might also be here?

Some of them might already be dead, but if even one more besides Beya had survived-

Then it would definitely be worth trying to find them.

But first, I had to escape this massive mansion, which was no different from a prison.

Anyway, I had always wanted to get out of this suffocating house.

Sometimes I would sneak out of the mansion, but in the end, I always had to come back.

Who knows how my mother would react if she found out I had disappeared?

If I could just succeed in escaping this mansion, then finding them wouldn't be so difficult.

I still remembered the intense sense of kinship I felt when I met Beya yesterday.

I wasn't sure if Beya had felt the same.

But it didn't matter even if only I had felt that way.

Since all the women in this world seemed to have their brains located in their lower bellies rather than their heads,

There was no way they would dislike a pretty boy like me approaching first.

"Young master, it's breakfast time."

The voice of a subordinate working as a servant came from beyond the door.

"I'll be out now."

"Yes, young master."

I roughly threw on some clothes and left the room.

As I trudged into the dining hall, five pairs of eyes fixed on me.

I quickly scanned over the people gathered in the dining hall.

My father, whose hair was as white as mine but with even pointier ears; my mother, confidently slicing her steak with a charismatic air, revealing the scar crossing her left eye;

And my three older sisters, who were always interested in me.

"Looks like I'm the last one."

"Louis, what's with your outfit? A man shouldn't be so sloppy."

My father paused his steak-cutting to scold my attire.

I casually sat down on an empty chair and spoke up.

"It's just us here anyway, so what does it matter?"

"Louis, your birthday is coming up soon, right? Is there anything you want this year?"

"Should I get you a toy? You've got quite a pretty face, so you wouldn't be bad as a toy yourself."

"You only have men, sis. I'll just get one for him instead."

"It's natural for women to crave men, isn't it? Besides, what kind of woman for Louis? Who knows what that woman might do to him."

"Right, Louis looks way too sexy for any woman. Absolutely not."

"BL wouldn't be bad either."

My second sister, Hamila, licked her lips with her tongue as she stared at me.

"Louis, your clothes are pretty."

I just gave a bitter smile without saying anything.

They were busy discussing whether to give me toys or not, even though I hadn't said a word.

As I kept forcing a bitter smile, my mother finally spoke.

"Louis."

"Yes, Mother."

The moment she called my name, I straightened my posture immediately.

"I heard the story. You've taken an interest in some woman?"

Instantly, the atmosphere in the room plummeted.

'Nadia, you bitch. You tattled to Mother?'

I had trusted her personally, so I'd even made her my subordinate and given her a communication magic device.

I looked around me.

My sisters, and even my father, were staring blankly with mouths agape, shocked that I was interested in a woman.

Thinking in terms of my previous life, it was understandable.

It was like their precious youngest daughter, whom they had doted on, suddenly saying she liked a man.

The only difference was that in this world, the roles of men and women were reversed.

"Louis is interested in a woman...? Louis, explain yourself right now. When exactly did you sneak outside?"

Ignoring my father's words, my mother continued.

"Louis, your birthday is coming up soon, isn't it?"

"Yes, Mother."

With the whole family making a fuss every year as my birthday approached, it was impossible not to know.

"I've prepared a gift. After you finish eating, stop by the basement."

"Understood, Mother. Thank you."

I nodded obediently.

I didn't really mind since I got a gift every birthday anyway.

But I felt a faint sense of unease at the word "basement" my mother mentioned.

There was no need to deliberately keep a gift in the basement.

A gift that couldn't be left in the sunlight-what else could that be besides a person or a monster?

"I'm sure you'll like it."

My mother's faint smile toward me weighed as heavy as iron.

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As soon as breakfast was over, I headed down to the basement.

The more I thought about it, the more uneasy I felt.

Seriously, why would you keep a gift in the basement?

Besides, my mother seemed aware that I had ordered an investigation into a certain woman.

How many women had I asked her to investigate?

No way.

There was only Beya.

I felt a wave of anxiety.

What was done was done.

Now, I just hoped she was still in one piece.

"Young master, we've been waiting."

The servant (organization member) guarding the staircase to the basement politely stepped aside.

"Right, keep up the good work."

I descended into the basement, looking around as I went deeper.

There were several people imprisoned in the basement.

All of them had been kidnapped by the organization for human trafficking.

I even saw a few that I had personally captured.

'That one had secretly groped my butt on the street, so I dragged her into an alley, broke her shoulder, and brought her in. That one I caught while she was running away after killing someone......'

The ones I had captured were thugs and criminals, the kind no one would care about even if they died.

Still, kidnapping completely innocent people felt a bit wrong.

"-Bitch!"

I scowled.

The guards were ganging up on someone, surrounding and beating them.

No way, is that Beya getting beaten up?

Unable to suppress my rapidly growing anxiety, I shouted out.

"Hey! What's going on!"

At the voice of the man who appeared after opening the door, the female guards stopped the assault and pushed the woman back into the cell.

"It's nothing, young master."

"Yes, nothing at all, haha."

When I rushed over to check, thankfully, it wasn't Beya who had been beaten, but the woman who had tried to assault me yesterday.

Beya was confined behind the bars on the opposite side of that woman.

The moment I saw her, I felt the same pull as yesterday.

Yesterday, I couldn't identify the nature of this feeling, but it was a sense of kinship.

From Beya, I felt an intense sense of kinship.

Nadia, who had followed behind me, opened her mouth.

"It's the boss's birthday gift for the young master."

".....Is that true?"

My eyes met with Beya's.

Beya looked me up and down with deep eyes that revealed no emotion.

I also examined Beya carefully.

I hadn't noticed at first glance, but now I could tell for sure-she was the character I had created.

Crimson hair like blood, black eyes that seemed to suck everything in like a black hole.

The difference was that the Beya I made in the game had long hair, but the Beya before me now had short hair.

If I looked into the details, there were probably many more differences.

In the game, I had raised Beya as a mage, but this world was fundamentally different from the game, even in its background.

So I had no idea what kind of fighting style she possessed here.

Well, I would figure that out gradually.

"H-how did Beya end up here..."

Pretending not to accept reality, I left the underground prison.

Then I waited outside the prison for Nadia.

As soon as Nadia came out, I placed a cold hand on her shoulder.

"Nadia."

"Yes, young master."

"Why is Beya here?"

"The boss..."

"Right. You said mother brought her here. But you know what? What I'm curious about is."

Perhaps anticipating what I was about to say, Nadia lowered her head.

"How mother knew about Beya."

Nadia bowed so deeply her head nearly hit the floor.

"Th-that is..."

"It's fine, I'm not blaming you."

When I spoke lightly, Nadia raised her head and looked at me with a relieved face.

Smiling, I gently pressed down on the back of Nadia's head with my hand.

Looking at Nadia, whose head was once again buried toward the floor, I spoke.

Let's do well. Got it?

"Y-yes. Of course......"

After a moment of silence, Nadia spoke again.

".....But I didn't report that the young master had gone out."

I chuckled at Nadia's words.

"Yeah, good job. I'll praise you for that."

I patted Nadia's head.

"But even if you didn't report that, the moment you told her there was a girl I was interested in, wouldn't she have realized I'd gone outside?"

"Huh?"

Nadia's expression went blank.

"Haa......"

I couldn't hold back the sigh that escaped.