The Academy’s Hard-Headed Swordmaster

There was a game called .

Players could freely choose to play as a male or female protagonist, and they could play in any concept they wanted, from male-oriented harems and female-oriented reverse harems to even yuri and BL gay porn.

Freedom to do anything the player wants! Countless in-depth elements!

……That was how the game was advertised, full of bluster.

“This is a real god game!”

My childhood friend was a huge fan of that game. How big of a fan? Enough to nag me every day to play it.

I wasn’t interested in games, but because my childhood friend was so insistent, I gave it a try.

When my childhood friend heard that I played the game, she immediately came to my house and asked for my impressions.

I thought for a long time, long enough for light to travel around the Earth three times before I gave my review.

“How was it!? How was it!?”

“The protagonist’s breasts were small. Like yours.”

“Yeah, well, they’re bigger than yours.”

“No, that’s not true. My breasts are bigger than yours.”

“Yeah, right, says the loser who can’t even jerk off because he’s afraid of muscle loss.”

“Sigh… Sorry. I don’t associate with people who have smaller breasts than me.”

Looking down at my friend, her face red and trembling, I let out a chuckle.

Should’ve been born with bigger breasts. I said, lifting the game package, the name of which I could barely remember.

“Anyway, this is trash. Big breasts are the best. Oh, the heroines that appear midway have big breasts, I liked that.”

“…You breast-obsessed pervert! I hope you die trying to make your favorite breasts bigger!”

After shouting that, my childhood friend immediately stormed out of the house.

I was about to go after her when I realized that today was the day I was going to break my lower body lift record.

‘I can apologize later….’

If I ran after my childhood friend, who had already disappeared from sight, and strained my lower body, I might fail to update my record.

Instead of chasing after her, I arrived at the gym.

After stretching, I challenged my squat PR and collapsed from a ruptured cerebral aneurysm.

Feeling the weight of hundreds of kilograms crushing me, I carefully raised a finger.

“1, 100kg more…”

It was common practice to increase the weight when someone died while lifting.

As if understanding my heart, the surrounding gym bros quietly added more plates.

* * *

“Wah.”

When I opened my eyes, I realized I had been reincarnated into the game I had played last before I died.