A peaceful daily life always comes suddenly.
I have lived a life that I can’t say I am lucky.
I have never had any experiences like winning in gacha games or in goods lottery.
So when I want something, I had to pour everything I had into it until I got it.
In middle school, when I realized I had no talent for studying.
I poured all my time into art, which was the only thing I had ever been praised for.
Thanks to that, throughout my school years, I only had one person I could call a friend, and I had no reason to go to high school.
That guy went to a very expensive and prestigious private high school, and there wasn’t much at school that I needed for drawing.
Thus, I dropped out of middle school. In other words, without even taking the GED, I was already in a hopeless state when it came to finding a job.
I, who had set up a desperate gamble with my life, drew like crazy.
A few months later, I realized I actually had unexpected talent in drawing—specifically, in illustration.
At the first illustration academy I visited, when my drawing from the aptitude test surpassed the paintings displayed on the wall, I still can’t forget the expressions of the teachers there.
How should I put it? It felt like discovering a golden nugget.
Their eyes were terrifying.
After that, I almost monopolized the teachers’ attention.
I absorbed the essence of the academy for a year and then dove into the illustration market.
When I left, I received a tablet and a pen as an investment.
Maybe because I grew up without parents, they easily gave it to me.
Of course, I soon proudly had my name on the academy’s promotional material.
[Professional Illustrator WhitePalette Graduate!]
Thus, my illustration career, which began with such a perfect start, has now stagnated for two years with moderate work and income.
I’m drawing hard, believing that something big will break soon…
But honestly, I don’t think such luck will come my way.
Whether it’s a web novel cover I drew… a character I designed… a YouTube thumbnail, or fan art, everything failed.
Oh my. It’s almost curious how neatly everything failed.
I look at the only light in the dark room—the monitor and tablet.
The many coffee cans and NuneTine snack bags piled up beside me. These are the only signs of life in this room.
sigh
When am I going to clean that up?
Rustle. Rustle.
With legs that lack strength, I casually kick the bags aside.
The future Kang Suhyun will take care of it, of course, that will be me.
“Let’s see. Outsourcing…”
Ding.
I scroll through the messages on my WhitePalette SNS account.
Among the piled-up message records, there is one new message with a blue light.
“What is this person?”
[Qjcbdjfdmltls: Please draw the most beautiful, smiling avatar you can imagine. A powerful girl who brings hope and dreams to everyone who sees her.]
Could it be this guy… is he a troublesome, concept-obsessed customer?
The type to ask for a refund when it doesn’t match their expectations after I draw it?
Kang Suhyun, 3 years of illustrator experience. This trick will never work…!
[WhitePalette: Hello! If you are requesting an outsourcing project, please follow the format in the description!]
[Qjcbdjfdmltls: Please draw it as you think. I will pay you 10 million won.]
Eh?
“…What kind of nonsense is this?”
Even if it’s a high-quality virtual avatar, it’s 2D.
Where in the world would someone pay 10 million won for this…
Ding!
[ArtMission: ‘Prepayment’ has paid 5,000,000 won (10 commercial illustrations)!]
What…
Hmm. Well, yeah. There are all kinds of great people in the world. This person might be a little unusual.
If all great people thought the same way, the world would be a boring, flat place.
Maybe it’s these people who break everyone’s expectations with their unconventional thinking who are called heroes, leaders?
[WhitePalette: Please look forward to it! I will draw the best girl avatar!]
I will show the essence of my 3 years of illustration experience!
Huff… That’s it! It’s done!
The pile of canned coffee I left for my future self has now reached the ceiling in a bold attempt. The NuneTine bags have already replaced my bed. Every moment over the last month has been spent replenishing my artwork.
“Aah… yeah. This is it.”
And on my tablet is my masterpiece.
A girl with long silver hair down to her hips, deep blue eyes. A perfect body like a Japanese love comedy heroine.
“It’s done…”
I lay back in my chair, putting all my weight on it.
Silver-haired, blue-eyed girl. A long-haired high school girl figure.
Well, there’s no twist, but it’s really popular, right?
Being popular means it’s the most successful and profitable combination.
In the end, it’s the most popular.
sigh
No matter how much I try to hold it in, I can’t help but laugh.
“Alright. Shall I go get the final 5 million won?”
I press send on the file…!
Ding.
[Qjcbdjfdmltls: Good job, Kang Suhyun. You should get some sleep now.]
“oll.”
No. Wait a second.
My vision grows darker, and my head drops onto the keyboard.
As my barely-conscious mind fades, one thought remains.
How… does he know my name?
“Ughhh…”
I try to ignore the soft voice from somewhere, pressing my throbbing head with my hand as I lift it.
Huh. Was the monitor always above me like this? It seems to have lowered a bit…
“…Huh?”
And from the black screen, I see a familiar but strange smiling girl.
Her brilliant silver hair is a color that could never be achieved with dye, and her blue eyes blink as she assesses the situation.
Her face is one that would never lose to any popular idol center, and it moves according to my will.
“Shit?”
And so, I sold my gender for 10 million won.
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