It was the start of a new semester for the students of Random High School. In the random classroom on the random floor of the random building, a boy with black hair and an ugly face was scrolling through a webnovel. It was an ordinary school with an ordinary class. But the boy was not ordinary at all—he was a "loser," to be precise. Sung Jim Woo was a webnovel addict who had completed many books.
"Tell them how many books I've read, you lazy basta*d author!!" shouted the black-haired boy. "Don't skip the world-building by saying everything is ordinary! And my name is Sung Jim Woo, you lazy shi—!"
Slap.
Before Sung Jim Woo could finish his rant at the awesome author, a young boy, roughly "high school-aged," slapped Jim on the back of his head.
"You're talking to yourself again while reading those webnovels? You crazy pervert," said the young boy. "And where's my lunch, you bastard!" shouted the handsome young boy (the author is too lazy to name him) in the class. Sung Jim Woo caught a glimpse of the "boy" in his phone screen's reflection. "Haha, sorry, boss. I'll go buy your lunch right now."
BAM.
The "boy" punched Jim in his gut and shouted in disgust, "You'll buy me lunch? You ungrateful piece of crap! Your father works in my father's company. Your father gets money from my father, so technically, I'm buying my own lunch, and blah blah."
'Yare yare. This guy's your typical spoiled rich kid and bully. And now, it turns out my dad works at his dad's company—just one of those typical setups,' Jim thought.
"I'm sorry," said Jim. Well, compared to the bullies in webnovels, he's still cute, right?
"If you don't want to die, go bring me lunch in two minutes," said the "boy."
"Okay," Jim replied and ran toward the cafeteria to buy lunch.
'Oh, ho~ a lunch shuttle. How outdated. The author is so uncreative. But it's okay. I have my webtoons. I love you, Raelina...Haha, I love this star—'
A bang interrupted Jim's thoughts and steps. Jim turned back to the source of the sound. He saw a truck coming toward him at high speed.
'Truck-kun!! What the hell is this, author!!' Jim ran toward the stairs. 'How did that thing even make it to the third floor? This story is BS.'
Jim ran toward the rooftop and barely missed the truck's crash by a hair's breadth. 'Uff, I'm safe. Hahaha, you bastard author, do you think I'm that easy to kill?'
"Soldiers, kill him!" a voice shouted. Jim looked up at the sky and saw a helicopter and soldiers descending from it. They were shooting at him. Jim ducked under the water tank for cover.
"Why are you doing this to me, author? Why are you so hell-bent on killing me?!" Jim shouted. His cry attracted the soldiers' attention, and they threw a grenade at him.
BOOM.
"Mission complete, author!" shouted the soldier before disappearing. Jim died a horrible, albeit instant, death.
Somewhere in another dimension.
"Where am I?" a white soul, Jim, muttered.
"You are in my dimension, DaoOfHentai," a voice boomed. Jim searched for the source but found nothing.
"Who is it? How do you know my webnovel username?" Jim asked anxiously.
"Mwahaha! Wait, how can a soul be so ugly? I thought souls didn't carry impurities." Hearing this, Jim shouted back, "Get to the point already! Stop with the ugly duck trope, now, you author!"
Ahem. "The reason you were called here is because you rated and reviewed my master's work, 'I Cultivated for 666 Years to Become Overpowered and Cure the Demon Princess Who Killed Me in My Previous Regression on the Tower of Trials,' very poorly. How dare a mere human like you give my master one star!"
Aura erupted from the dimension and fell upon Jim's poor, ugly soul. Urghhh— huh? It doesn't hurt, Jim thought.
"Stop it, Seraphim! Nothing can be done to him to appease my father. Kick him out," a lady's voice commanded.
"As you wish, princess. Count yourself lucky, human."
CLICK.
Jim looked like he wanted to say something, but his ugly soul disappeared before he could.
Bwaaa.
"Princess, what happened to you? Why are you vomiting?" Seraphim asked.
"Did you see that guy's soul? It was so disgusting, I couldn't bear it," said the princess.
"I'm sorry, princess. I forgot you were sensitive to souls. I wi—" Before Seraphim could finish, a notification flashed on her system.
ALERT ALERT: Human Sung Jim Woo's Ugly Soul Transferred to the 'I Cultivated for 666 Years to Become Overpowered and Cure the Demon Princess Who Killed Me in My Previous Regression on the Tower of Trials' world!
Law of Causality is demanding an equal balance.
"OH SHIT!!!" Seraphim knew she'd f-ed up.