I'm the Only One With a Different Genre - Chapter 1

Chapter 1 – The Black Magician Who Would Make Even Demons Gasp in Awe and Envy!

“Kyaa, pervert!”
“Eugh!”

A man inadvertently lifted a woman’s skirt, and with a lecherous expression on his face, was sent flying into the sky with a single punch from the woman’s fist. Whirling through the air, the man punctured the ceiling of someone else’s house with a happy smile plastered on his face.

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Such an event would be impossible in a normal world, but not here. After all, this is ‘inside a Gag Anime’.

“Shoot, I’m going to be late.”

The students hastened their steps regardless of what happened.

“Seriously… my underwear isn’t even cute today…”

A female student shed tears over an oddly specific concern.

“Muahahaha! I am the manliest man of this world!”
“Indeed, you are the Teacher!”

A bald-headed student followed his PE teacher, whose hair defied gravity and rose up, while his pupils blazed like flames.

I live in a world where all this is normal. Or at least, I did.

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As I lay there with dust-pressed against a pitch-black ceiling, I muttered,

“This ceiling is unfamiliar.”

Uttering these words brought me an indescribable sense of fulfillment.

‘I always wanted to say this!’

Smiling at the thought, I propped myself up.

Creak, squeak.

The place I was lying on was an old, sagging bed, covered in mold. The room was narrow, barely spacious enough for two people to lay down.

‘Makes me think of the jail cell I stayed in for a week after being wrongfully accused, ha.’

For someone who’d been living in a world of Gag MAX, this abrupt change in environment wasn’t particularly shocking. I simply shrugged it off and swung my legs out of the bed.

“Huh?”

I suddenly noticed that my legs felt much shorter than usual and looked down at myself.

“Whoa?”

Startled by the significant reduction in length, I sprung up from the bed. Judging by my height, I appeared to be about 13 years old.

“Now I’ve gone and become younger as well.”

It’s not like I’m Co*an or anything…

Laughing dryly at the absurdity of the situation, I began to survey the room.

‘What the… Is this really a prison?’

The sight of bars on the small window set in the dingy gray wall of the room made me consider the possibility that I might indeed be in a jail cell.

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‘Let’s start by searching around.’

There wasn’t much to search. Apart from a small bed and a desk, the room was starkly bare. The desk lacked even a drawer, leaving only an old, tattered book to be found.

“Let’s see…”

I opened the book, which was stiff and wrinkled like paper that had dried after being soaked.

[‘Odil, who rescued me from slavery due to my insidious bloodline, is my god and savior.’]

“What in the world does this mean?”

The content was nothing but continuous praises for a black magician named Odil.

“Pfft, what kind of name is Odil? I saw this name just yesterday in a novel I was reading. Seriously, who would have thought such a name really existed?”

I chuckled at the name which sounded like it would more likely appear in a phrase like, ‘What’s up, dude?’, but then I froze.

“…Novel?”

Damn it.

In a panic, I tossed the book aside and pulled at my hair. Tied at the back with an old string, the hair came undone, revealing shoulder-length, pure white hair, and as I took in my reflection, my eyes began to shake uncontrollably.

“No, this can’t be right!”

Clenching my hair tightly, I vented my overwhelming emotions.

‘When did I ever leave a 5,800-character long comment on a novel?! Or stick with the author until the end of the series alone?! I’m guilty of nothing more than casually reading a popular book and falling asleep!’

I didn’t shout out loud because I recognized how dangerous this world might be.

‘Of all the bodies to be possessed in, I had to end up in the villain of a dark fantasy novel?!’

Unlike common clichés, the body I had inhabited was not even a noble’s child!

‘No, this has to be a dream. It’s just a dream.’

With that thought, I staggered back to the bed, held my hands tightly together, and closed my eyes.

‘Dear God, please let this be a dream. Please, please, please.’

While I prayed desperately in my mind, an epiphany struck me, and I opened my eyes just a slit, whispering,

“…Status window.”

Nothing happened. Damn.

I covered my eyes with my hands and murmured to myself,

“This is a dream. Yes, it must be a dream.”

Repeating it made me feel lighter, as if I was brainwashing myself.

‘Yes, maybe this is actually a dream. It wouldn’t be the first time something like this happened.’

Using dreams to show ‘alternate realities’ is basic common sense in Gag Anime worlds.
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‘Maybe I should just die? Would I wake up then?’

I glanced towards the window and realized jumping out wouldn’t answer anything. Once again, I clasped my hands on my chest and closed my eyes when suddenly…

“Lian!”
“…Huh! Yes!”

My body bolted upright at the loud commanding voice, almost instinctually. At the same time, my head began to pound painfully.

“Ouch…”

With the pain came unfamiliar memories that started flooding in—the memories of ‘Lian’, the body’s original owner. Glimpses of scenes swept past; it seemed he’d been abused by his parents, then ran away, was captured by a slaver, and later, he was sold to a black magician’s laboratory as a test subject. Thanks to his ‘devoted service’ to the black magician, he was eventually put in charge of managing other slaves.

‘I remember this bastard from the novel, total scum.’

Why had the black magician set Lian as the manager? For a simple reason. The guy’s personality was so rotten that even a demon would take a moment to admire it.

“Lian!”
“Yes, yes!”

While I was gathering my thoughts, an annoyed, snappy voice called out again. I darted out of the room, knowing that any further delay might result in being burned by magic.

Clank.

Upon opening the iron door, I was met with a long corridor. The room from which the loud reprimanding voice emanated was right across from where I was. Lian was the black magician’s exclusive servant, a slave—that’s why his room was right opposite.

Knock knock.

“Excuse me!”
“Come in!”

Click.

As I opened the door and entered, a gaunt man was glaring at me with a look that could not hide his irritation. Stepping into the room, I was immediately hit by a stale, musty odor.

‘He really should air this place out more.’

While inwardly grumbling, I bowed obsequiously as I walked in.

“Hurry up and clean this up.”

The black magician pointed his staff toward a corner of the room.

‘Ugh.’

What he indicated was something censored by a mosaic.

‘So, it seems I really am in the world I used to live in.’

The Gag Anime world had always been suitable for all audiences. Anything that exceeded its limits of decency appeared censored with mosaics.

‘…just like in the girls’ locker room.’

With melancholy, I recalled artfully falling towels and cloudy mists as I fought back tears. Fortunately, it seemed that when those kinds of deeds were performed, you could see clearly. Of course, I had no actual experience to confirm if that was true.

“I have some business to attend to, so clean everything up neatly.”
“Yes, Great Odil! Safe travels!”

Odil left the room, and I was alone.

‘There’s definitely a demon familiar keeping watch.’

That’s how it was described in the novel. Abandoning any foolish notion to snoop around, I took an old sack from the side of the room and started to collect the mosaic-covered something.

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‘Ugh, it’s sticky and warm.’

After stuffing the mosaic mass into the sack, I tightly sealed the opening. Pulling a lever on the wall, a disposal area appeared. I put the sack inside, and it dropped down into the space, vanishing into the wall. It must have been a garbage disposal area.

‘Anyway, this room is truly filthy. And so dusty.’

The floor and walls were quite grimy.

‘It’s almost like home with mom.’

I reminisced about my mother, who was big-hearted but hopeless at housekeeping, and left the laboratory.

‘I should tidy up the remaining evidence as well.’

There appeared to be something like a pool of blood where the mosaic had been. I would need to clean this thoroughly to complete the task.

‘There should be a mop.’

Heading down to the kitchen, I opened the cupboard with cleaning supplies. I took out the necessary tools and returned to the room.

After some time had passed.

“Phew, all done.”

I wiped my forehead lightly and surveyed the room. The sparkling room was spotless, thanks to being thoroughly cleaned of all its grime.

“I was just going to mop the floor, but I got carried away…”

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As I was scratching the back of my head.

“I’m back—… What is this?!”
“Ah, welcome back.”
“H-how did my room become so… glowing?! You used your sacred power, didn’t you?!”
“What? No! I didn’t!”

At that, heat rushed to my face.

“No, no, it’s not like it’s shining that much…”
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“Huh, was my crystal orb originally this color? No, no! It has been clearly purified!”

I was at a loss for what to do with myself as the torrent of praise continued.

“You…! Did you really think you could flatter me?!”
“What? Wait, calm down!”
“Calm down? How dare you betray me?!”

Just as Odil was about to release a spell, the shining gem at the end of his staff at the ready.

Flutter, a crow that had been dozing atop a torch suddenly took flight and landed on Odil’s shoulder.

Caw, caw!

The bird conveyed some message to its master, letting out a cry.

“What? You just cleaned it thoroughly, you say?”

Nod, nod.
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“You mean to tell me a mere cleaning made it this spotlessly clean…?”
“Ahem, well. The truth is…”

Realizing this was my only chance to save myself, I immediately spoke up.

“I thought of it as a place used by someone as exalted as Lord Odil, and before I knew it, I was filled with a burning will… I never imagined you would be displeased by it. It’s all because I admire you so much.”

“Ah, yes. Ahem.”

Odil, who wasn’t accustomed to being honored, coughed awkwardly and blushed. It seemed he was pleased with the praise.

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“The pride of black magicians, indeed Lord Odil! The black magician that would even make demons gasp in awe and envy!”
“Well, of course, that’s possible. Mmm-hmm. Next time, just clean normally, alright?”
“Yes!”

As Odil nodded and turned away, his familiar, the crow, took off to return to its perch on the torch. I quietly gave the crow a thumbs up. The crow slightly raised its wing as if to mimic a thumbs up and nodded at me.

‘It was worth feeding Odil’s snack to it.’

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I praised myself for the past deed of surreptitiously offering nuts—intended for Odil—to the crow when it seemed hungry.
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