Chapter 362
I had been an otaku since my teenage years too, so it’s not like I’d never had those kinds of conversations with friends.
You know, the kind of thing where you joke about wanting to be reborn as a beautiful girl in your next life.
Of course, it wasn’t like we were serious.
Just like people who aren’t otakus fool around saying random stuff, it was just another style of otaku banter.
At the very least, if I had been born handsome, maybe I could've done something about it — but since I wasn’t, I made half-hearted excuses about giving up on fashion or whatever, saying that if I'd been born as a beautiful girl, I would’ve made money doing internet streams or cosplay.
I was well aware that none of that would actually be easy.
Fashion requires study, and even if you’re good-looking, walking around in any random outfit would still get you weird looks.
I knew being born pretty wouldn’t magically make life easy.
Internet streaming or cosplay would just attract a bunch of creeps.
And yet, here I was — doing all of it.
Life is strange sometimes.
Well, it might be a bit much to call a Korean wearing a hanbok cosplay, but still, even if we were officially registered residents, in the eyes of others, we probably looked like foreign tourists — so maybe it would seem even more like cosplay.