The Tale of the Reversed Hero
Like the title suggests, this game is set in a world where gender roles are reversed, and it has received overwhelmingly positive reviews from players—truly a god-tier game among god-tier games.
With its excellent gameplay, stunning visuals, emotionally touching story, and captivating characters, it completely captivated me.
The level of immersion was so intense that it felt like time itself ceased to exist.
It was fate that this game would become my “life game,” and I inevitably fell completely in love with The Tale of the Reversed Hero.
I became so obsessed that, aside from a few moments each day when I was forced to focus on real life, all I could think about was The Tale of the Reversed Hero.
That’s how deeply I loved this game.
Maybe it was because of this intense passion that I eventually managed to clear the game’s final difficulty level—one that no one else had ever conquered: Truth Mode.
The moment I took a screenshot to commemorate my victory, a bright flash of light swallowed me whole, and the next thing I knew…
I had reincarnated into the world of The Tale of the Reversed Hero.
“Young Master Woobin, pull yourself together and focus!
Now, follow my demonstration closely!”
In this world, there were no nannies—only yubu (a term meaning “caretaker”).
That was the world of The Tale of the Reversed Hero.
But to clarify, yubu weren’t some insane dystopian wet nurses.
Instead, they simply bottle-fed babies in place of their biological mothers.
“Alright, let’s begin. Focus, Young Master Woobin.”
Despite having lived in this world for five years since my reincarnation, I still wasn’t fully adapted.
My yubu skillfully gripped the knife, her hands moving with the natural ease of someone who had wielded a blade for their entire life.
It was as if the knife was simply an extension of her body.
“Deep breath in… and out…”
With a smooth inhale and exhale, my yubu slashed the knife downward in one swift, unwavering motion.
Chop-chop-chop-chop-chop!
“The two most important aspects of cooking are knife skills and fire control, Young Master.
Since you are a proud son of our noble family, you must master these skills in order to become a fine husband in the future.”
Even as she glanced at me sideways, her knife strokes remained perfectly steady, slicing the green onions into even, diagonal cuts. In an instant, a whole stalk of green onion had been neatly and uniformly chopped.
“See?
Only when you can cut like this can you truly stand in the kitchen with confidence.
Since you will eventually marry and lead a household, you must ensure you do not disgrace our family’s name.”
With that, my yubu reached for a small knife hanging from the kitchen shelf and handed it to me.
It was a child-sized kitchen knife, crafted specifically for my tiny five-year-old hands.
“Now then, shall we begin your training?”
She smiled warmly as she spoke, showing not a hint of hesitation about handing a blade to a five-year-old child.
But this wasn’t some twisted world where giving knives to kids was the norm.
No, the truth was far simpler.
“You might be afraid of getting hurt, but there’s no need to worry, Young Master.
Our family has a dedicated medical team just for you.
The head of the household has ensured that nothing will interfere with your studies, so put aside any unnecessary thoughts and focus on learning.”
…The reality was that I had been born into an utterly insane, psychotic household.
“Any defects?”
That was the first thing my biological mother said upon my birth.
I remembered it vividly because I had heard it the moment I regained consciousness after clearing Truth Mode.
After checking that I had the correct number of fingers and toes, and that my package was intact, she simply said:
“Hmm, no defects.
This will be useful when forming marriage alliances with other noble families in the future.”
At that moment, I felt an overwhelming, cosmic horror toward this world.
Later, when I realized that I had reincarnated into the world of The Tale of the Reversed Hero, I was hit with yet another wave of despair.
The first shock was realizing that this world permitted a mother to say such things about her newborn child.
The second was that, out of all possible families in this life game world, I had been born into this one.
While The Tale of the Reversed Hero was a game set in a world where gender roles were reversed, it still took place in a relatively modern era.
Even with swapped gender expectations, it wasn’t supposed to be a world where extreme female supremacy was considered normal.
Well… except for a few exceptionally traditional noble families—like the one I was unfortunately born into.
“Now then, Young Master, break time is over.
Let’s move on to our next lesson: laundry.
Of course, your future wife’s household will have servants to handle chores, but some wives believe that housework should be entirely the husband’s responsibility.
So, it’s best to learn the proper methods now.”
This noble house—one of the 108 great families—was one of the few that still clung to archaic traditions and outright resented modern gender equality.
“After all, we must not bring shame upon the family name.”
In this world, there existed a rigid class system.
Long ago, when a great catastrophe struck, 108 heroes rose up to fight against it.
Those who survived were honored as noble lords, and their bloodlines became the ruling aristocracy—the Great Houses.
My family, the Yang Clan, was one of those noble families.
Unfortunately, it was also one of the most conservative and regressive of them all.
As a noble house, we were expected to be dignified, and with dignity came the duty to uphold tradition.
Bullshit.
Absolute bullshit.
Their belief system boiled down to this:
“In a superhuman society where strength defines human worth, men—who are inherently weaker than women—are nothing more than tools for the family’s benefit.
And that is simply the natural order of things.”
From my modern perspective, it was an utterly insane ideology.
But to the people of this house, it was the most obvious and self-evident truth.
“Some wives prefer hand-washing their laundry, so today, we will focus on hand-washing techniques.
You never know what kind of wife you’ll marry, after all.”
Scrub, scrub, scrub, scrub.
As I watched my yubu diligently scrubbing wet laundry against a washboard, I let out a deep sigh.
Of all the possible families in this world, I just had to be born into this one…
“Alright, that concludes today’s lesson.
Please get some rest, Young Master Woobin.
I will see you tomorrow at 5 AM.”
The current time: 11 PM.
The yubu who had just spent hours drilling me on cooking, laundry, massages, and other household tasks left the room with those terrifying parting words.
Now that I was finally alone, my body went limp as if the strength had been completely drained from me. I collapsed onto my bed.
“This is hell…”
I was so physically and mentally exhausted that I felt like I could slip into unconsciousness the moment I closed my eyes.
But I couldn’t afford to sleep.
If I fell asleep now, I’d wake up to another identical day.
Another cycle of this same nightmare.
As someone born and raised in modern-day South Korea, the idea of devoting my entire life to assisting my future wife was something I could never accept.
So, I gritted my teeth, fought against the overwhelming fatigue, and forced my half-melted, slime-like body to sit up.
Then, I moved down to the floor and crossed my legs.
“Haaaaah…”
Clutching onto my slipping consciousness, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
I could feel the air filling my lungs, pushing out the stale, sticky heaviness inside me as I exhaled.
With every breath, I focused on that sensation—letting my body relax, loosening my shoulders, and releasing all unnecessary tension.
Eventually, a strange, singular awareness took over—almost as if I existed alone in this world.
This was meditation.
It was something I had practiced diligently every single day since I was physically able to sit up in this world.
“Haaaaah…”
The setting of The Tale of the Reversed Hero was modern, but its genre was still fantasy.
A world where beings existed beyond the limits of ordinary humans—superhumans.
And what made a superhuman was mana.
Anyone who could perceive mana would gain the qualifications to become a superhuman.
And that was exactly what I was aiming for with this meditation.
Children born into noble families—those descended from the 108 heroes who once saved humanity—were destined to awaken as superhumans, even if the timing varied.
That was why they were called nobles.
That was why they held power in the modern era.
For most noble-born children, this awakening happened naturally.
Their bodies would unknowingly adjust to the ambient mana in the air.
Then, once their sensitivity reached a certain threshold, their sixth sense would awaken, allowing them to perceive mana for the first time.
The moment they absorbed and stored their first bit of mana into their newly-formed mana core, they would officially become superhuman.
It was a natural process—just like how baby teeth fall out to make way for permanent ones.
A fundamental part of growing up for those with noble blood.
And I… was trying to forcefully accelerate that process.
This place—the Yang Family’s main estate—was a land where the density of mana in the air was far higher than elsewhere.
Even though my sixth sense had yet to awaken, I knew that as someone born into a noble lineage, my body was already destined to adapt.
It was worth trying.
It might take an unknown amount of time, but it was possible.
And because it was possible, I had no choice but to do it.
This was nothing but blind, brute-force effort—no different from smashing my head against a wall without knowing if it would ever break.
But…
Crackle!
Even a single raindrop can eventually carve through stone.
After countless days of sacrificing sleep, practicing meditation without fail—
I finally did it.
“….Wow.”
I could feel it.
The invisible particles of power that filled this room—mana.
In the fifth year of my reincarnation into this world, I, Yang Woobin, had achieved my first success.