The Chicken Legend's Game Becomes Reality - Chapter 1

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Chapter 1
Height: 178 cm. Weight: 120 kg.
Once a physical education student who carried the hopes of everyone, I abandoned school after an accident and now survive working part-time at a Convenience Store—a bespectacled, acne-ridden mess.
That’s me.
As long as my wages deposited faithfully each month, I wanted for nothing—a life without dreams, without ambitions, without purpose.
Ding.
The Yellow-haired Coworker pushed through the door and greeted me immediately.
“I’m here!”
Finally, my shift was ending.
The guy with the bleached yellow hair was a new part-timer who’d joined recently—cheerful, personable, and bright.
I finished the handover and stepped away from the counter.
“Take care of things.”
“Got it.”
The High School Boys who’d been laughing and chattering over their instant noodles suddenly fell silent, glancing at me as I limped out of the Convenience Store.
More precisely, at my legs.
After the accident, I became crippled.
That was precisely why I’d dropped out of school after my injury.
No one could have predicted that someone like me—hailed as a prodigy since childhood, groomed for athletic greatness—would end it all without ever truly beginning.
My life, which had dreamed of Olympic gold, collapsed in an instant.
That’s when my parents divorced.
My father took custody, but he remarried not long after, leaving me alone in a semi-basement.
I regained my will to live when I discovered a virtual reality game through an internet advertisement.
God of Fighters (GOF).
Rather than drawing characters, you summon ‘Constellations’—celestial entities—and through ‘possession,’ you inherit their combat abilities and characteristics to fight in this virtual reality game.
With various modes like 1v1, raids, and battle royales, there’s plenty of fun in choosing what to play.
I started working at the Convenience Store to afford this game.
Just before I stepped out the door, I caught the faint murmurs of those High School Boys who’d been staring at me.
“Wait, that was a girl? I thought it was a long-haired guy….”
Must be my build.
Even with my hair tied up, people sometimes mistake me for a man.
“Shut up. This Convenience Store worker is super famous at our school. Apparently, some seniors who tried to buy cigarettes here got absolutely destroyed.”
“One punch from those fists and you’d probably die on the spot.”
I’d never hit any students.
Living quietly, treating the game as my real life, I had no idea how such rumors had spread about me.
‘Is it my face?’
Truth be told, I forget about it until I catch my reflection in a mirror and flinch.
Some vicious criminal staring back at me.
Whether the store owner had spread the rumor to drive away delinquent students, or whether the nearby high school boys had fabricated urban legends based on my appearance, I couldn’t say—and I didn’t care.
I held my breath and flashed the gawking High School Boys a bright smile.
Smirk.
“…?! Cough—hack! Cough hack!”
One of the high school boys choked on his ramen and whipped his head around, while another smacked the loudmouth on the back of his head and bowed to me repeatedly in greeting.
The one who’d been hit quickly turned to look at me and gave a respectful bow.
‘Kids these days, really.’
Adorable.
I smiled warmly at their polite greeting—my first time seeing these high school boys—and exited the Convenience Store.
I knew they were intimidated by my appearance.
It didn’t matter if people flinched at my massive frame and ugly face, or whispered about my limping gait as they passed by.
My real life existed within GOF anyway, and this body in the real world was nothing but a survival machine for gaming.
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Crash—boom!
My opponent flew backward from the impact, crashing through the Office Building’s window and plummeting downward.
I pursued immediately.
As I leaped through the window, a ferocious wind lashed against my cheek.
Whoooosh—
A towering building whose every floor was an office, and far above it all, a full moon gazing down from an incomprehensible height.
The city at night.
Gravity alone didn’t provide enough acceleration, so I planted my feet against the window frame.
I descended vertically toward the ground.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat—!
Before my Opponent Player could even activate a defensive skill, startled by my insane descent, my fist drove straight down toward the center of their face.
Boom—!!
A skill erupted from my hand, and crimson light traced downward like a laser, leaving a brilliant afterimage as it struck their face.
From the Opponent Player’s expression, they seemed to be cursing up a storm just before impact, but I had the system muted so I heard nothing.
They probably had it muted too.
When fighting like animals, curses naturally fly everywhere, so everyone mutes it.
Crash—boom—!!
The building’s windows shattered in unison, unable to withstand the abnormal pressure generated by the skill.
Glass shrieking like the sharp notes of a violin, and within it, the city’s light gleaming brilliantly like piano keys cascading upward.
Countless shards of glass sparkled with the light of the full moon and the night cityscape.
“Ah…. This realism is incredible.”
My entire body tingled with sensation.
I snatched a glass fragment the size of my palm and continued my descent.
Crunch.
As I clenched the glass shard, I vividly felt the sharp pain and the blade-like edge of the glass cutting deep into my palm.
It doesn’t last long.
GOF’s pain system was truly exceptional, but the one flaw was that blood didn’t flow.
It would be perfect if it showed blood pouring out and organs spilling realistically.
“Why don’t they make an adult version.”
As I muttered softly while tossing away the glass shard, the Constellation responded with a reproachful tone.
【Stop spouting nonsense and finish this already.】
The red HP bar hovering above the Opponent Player’s head flickered dangerously, mere moments from depletion.
He was loading his final skill.
I couldn’t afford to lose.
I flicked two fingers, and the Constellation skill window dragged itself into view before me.
I’d need to hit him with an area-of-effect skill.
“Here goes.”
One might wonder why a one-on-one match would have area-of-effect skills—the answer was simple: God of War didn’t consist solely of one-on-one matches.
As I prepared the Constellation skill, the Constellation interjected.
【You’ve already won this round. What a waste.】
I understood well enough that Constellation skill energy consumed during a match didn’t reset when the round ended, so conserving it in situations like this made sense.
But I shot a sharp glare at the blue star trailing after me like a piece of dung.
“Shut your data-scrap mouth.”
【….】
Games existed for players to enjoy themselves, naturally.
No matter how much that star pretended to be a sentient being, its opinions weren’t worth hearing—it was nothing but a scrap of game data.
Whoosh!
A ranged skill came flying at me.
I’d already braced my feet against the building wall, tensed and descending, when I pushed off hard and launched myself upward with all my strength.
As if I’d anticipated it, the enemy’s barrage of attacks chased me relentlessly.
Damn, I got grazed.
Bastard.
【So you can ignore me even after learning who I am? Even after all my explanations, you still treat this existence as mere data?】
The data-scrap was getting mouthy.
I’d have to send another complaint email before the day’s gaming ended—why couldn’t the Constellation’s chatter be muted?
【I’m telling you again, among Constellation AIs, there are real Constellations—】
“Shut it.”
【Damn it.】
I charged forward with my fist clenched, and the Opponent Player mockingly dodged and raised his middle finger at me.
Now that his feet were on the ground, he had the advantage in a speed contest.
But he’d never have anticipated that I’d use an area-of-effect skill with such a massive HP difference between us.
That was my trap.
The moment I cast the skill, a blue flash erupted, and Constellation possession took hold—a voice with a different accent than my own poured from my lips.
“【Attention-seeking bastard.】”
This game definitely needed a Constellation nonsense filter.
Boom—!!
As I slammed the ground with all my might, the Constellation’s area-of-effect skill activated.
An anomalous gravity field emerged.
Within the hemisphere where a viscous blue aura spread like clouds in an instant, the enemy’s movements slowed to a crawl, as if submerged in molten metal.
The Opponent Player, who’d been cursing silently with his expression, flinched.
I closed the distance in an instant, seized the opponent’s middle finger and snapped it backward, then drove my other fist upward into their jaw.
Crack!
The enemy’s body flew through the air as a massive message blazed across the screen.
[K.O!]
[You Win!]
Victory was declared.
Yet I didn’t stop there—I continued unleashing a barrage of punches into the now-helpless Opponent Player’s character.
Thud thud thud thud thud—
What they call corpse desecration, or teabagging.
After victory, pummeling the motionless Opponent Player like a punching bag drained away every last bit of stress.
And then came the spectacular light show—brilliant arcs of electricity erupting in unison across the darkness, a dazzling area-wide lightning display.
Flash,
Boom boom crash—!!
“Phew. That hit the spot. That was fun.”
【Boring. Bring me someone stronger.】
“….”
This damned Constellation.
I shot a glare at the data fragment that took pleasure in dampening my joy, then moved to the Waiting Room.
* * *
My GOF character is a striking female fighter, 178 centimeters tall with her hair pulled up in a single bun.
I’d chosen a standard base template, added charisma to her gaze, and designed her with black hair, crimson eyes, and the same height as me—the result was a character who looked both elegant and formidable.
She had the appearance of someone who’d beaten countless thugs into submission, and she embodied my aesthetic perfectly—a beautiful woman with an edge.
“If I looked like this in reality, I’d have no regrets.”
Beyond the handsome, charismatic face befitting a virtual reality game avatar, what I envied most was having fully functional legs.
There was plenty to envy, honestly.
“With just a few skills, I could wipe the floor with those top-tier Hunters.”
Hunters were those fortunate bastards who played raid games in reality itself, blessed with incredible superhuman abilities that let them eliminate the monsters pouring out of Gates.
Most belonged to Guilds or the National Hunter Agency.
Guilds earned astronomical sums from monster hides, mana cores, and mana stones that could only be mined from Gates.
‘Must be nice making that kind of money.’
God of Fighters (GOF) was supposedly created as a training game for Hunters.
As a top-ranked player in the game, I couldn’t help but be desperately envious of those Hunters who awakened and raked in fortunes.
‘If I were a Hunter, I’d be rolling in money. Though I’d have to fix my legs first.’
Reality was just a convenience store part-time job.
Games existed to let people taste desires and achievements that were hard to find in real life, but sometimes the massive gap between game and reality hit me hard.
Especially since I was doing so well as a top-ranked player in GOF.
The moment I arrived in the Waiting Room, I caught my reflection in the large mirror and was muttering to myself when the tactless Constellation suddenly interjected.
【Want me to make it happen? I’ll need compensation, but nothing’s impossible.】

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