With this number, I had to divide my height, IQ, and finally the size of that—in centimeters. It wasn't particularly big or small, but since it was calculated from my original life's total, I had no complaints.
What to choose first? Height.
In my previous life, I was 158 cm.
As a kid, I'd been tall compared to others, but after first year of middle school, my growth stopped completely. I plummeted to the bottom percentile. So yes, I had an obsession with height.
"I'll make my height 185."
The reverse of 158.
"Very well. Height: 185."
"And… my IQ."
In my previous life, my IQ was 147.
That placed me just shy of the top 0.02% in a distribution with a standard deviation of 15—a so-called genius. But allocating that much out of 300 would destroy the balance. Besides, I already knew what living with a high IQ was like.
"A… a hundred and…"
"Say it clearly. Once decided, it cannot be undone."
"One moment. This is important—give me time to think."
I'd always believed a person should have at least a three-digit IQ. To be honest, anything under 100 didn't even feel human to me.
But with a height of 185, raising my IQ above 100 would severely cut into the last category. And I absolutely didn't want to reduce my height. I would rather lower my IQ.
"…97. I'll set it to 97."
"Understood. IQ: ninety-seven."
The reaper wrote it down, and for some reason, I felt like he was mocking me.
"Then the rest…"
"Yes. Put all remaining points into the last one."
"Eighteen. A fine number."
"Sounds like a curse word."
"A misunderstanding. Anyway, I'll find the most suitable host. If there's no perfect match, slight adjustments may be needed."
And when I opened my eyes, I was like this.
No longer 42-year-old Lee Jungwoo, but a completely different person.
"Hm. Quite handsome, actually."
He looked like he was in his early twenties. Fair, smooth skin. Eyes that inspired trust, paired with broad shoulders and a well-built upper body that exuded masculine charm.
Not quite celebrity level, but the kind of face you'd turn around to look at on the street.
Honestly, when I thought about the '300,' I didn't even consider looks or physique. This felt like winning the lottery.
"Good. Very good!"
And then I noticed the toilet seat seemed lower than usual. Ah—because my height was 185. So this was what the world looked like from above.
Appearance: perfect.
One last thing to check—that size.
Right then I felt the urge to pee. I lifted the lid and unzipped. Something heavy filled my hand.
"Whoa!"
Even soft, it didn't fit in one palm.
Unbelievable. I really was reborn exactly as I wanted.
"Jesus Christ! God, you're freaking amazing!"
Just then, a sharp zap hit my wrist.
"Ah! What the—"
I looked down. A device like a smartwatch was strapped around my wrist.
"Who the hell put a shock collar on me…?"
Was it because I used the word "freaking" toward God?
No way, even a god wouldn't be that petty—right? I tried to remove it.
Then a soft voice echoed in my mind.
[Beginning synchronization.]
"Huh?"
The display lit up. A progress bar filled—50%, 80%, 95%… 100%.
Then the voice spoke again.
[Synchronization complete. Welcome, Master.]
Master? Me?
"What is this?"
[You may speak through thoughts. Simply put, I am a program for the player's convenience.]
'Player? Does that mean me?'
[Correct. A player is one who receives the God's blessing. Though… your case is quite unusual. Regardless, as a newly appointed player, you have access to my functions.]
My mind spun.
So this wasn't just reincarnation?
'Unusual? Meaning there were others before me?'
[Of course. Throughout history, many were selected as players. Among names you'd know—Alexander the Great, Genghis Khan, Da Vinci, Newton, Kant, and more recently… Steve Jobs.]
'No way. So ancient figures had devices like this?'
[The form changes according to the era. For Alexander, it was a sword. For Da Vinci, a pencil. For Kant, a pocket watch.]
'Then this modern form appeared after Steve Jobs?'
[No, his device was a turtleneck sweater.]
'That explains a lot… But what exactly do players do?'
[Each player has different goals. Some aim to build vast empires, some to complete great philosophies, some to accelerate civilization. You too must establish your own objective.]
A goal… In my previous life, I never had one.
I just wanted to live happily.
But this time, I wanted something different.
Why else did I redistribute the 300? Because I didn't want a repeat of my old life.
"I want to be with as many women as I want! That's my goal!"
[…Are you serious?]
'Why not? I don't need some grand purpose like those great men. This is why I reincarnated.'
Back then, I prayed desperately for only one thing:
To be born well-endowed in my next life.
Now that wish had been granted.
Time to use it.
[Understood. Then I will tailor the missions to your chosen goal. Ah, come to think of it, there was one previous player with a similar objective.]
'Who?'
[Sir Giacomo Casanova of Venice.]
'Casanova? The Casanova? He was a player too?'
[Yes. Many players are hidden figures. Their identities are only revealed posthumously.]
A startling revelation.
The achievements of many great figures… were the work of blessed players.
"So what are these missions?"
[A mission is simply a task. Also called a quest.]
'A task? Like a job?'
[No. You lose nothing by ignoring them. But completing them grants rewards.]
The explanation continued.
[Rewards come in two forms: skills and items.]
'Skills? Items? This is sounding like a game.'
[To be precise, the pioneer of RPGs was actually a player who borrowed ideas from this system.]
'Amazing. Tell me about the skills.'
[For example, the "Info Screen" skill lets you view a person's details through your smartwatch.]
'Details? Like personal information?'
[Not just age and name. It includes affection levels, libido, and even detailed攻略 tips.]
'Damn! That's basically mind-reading!'
The watch's explanations were astonishing.
Completing random missions would grant special skills or points that could be exchanged for items.
And items worked in the real world—like x-ray glasses, a fatigue recovery drink that made one hour of sleep feel like eight, or a libido enhancer stronger than Viagra.
'Amazing. Where do I buy items?'
[Press the crown on the side. The display will switch to the Market. Like online shopping—use accumulated points to buy items.]
'And how are they delivered? They fall from the sky?'
I recalled the reaper pulling items from thin air.
[No. A portal linked to the heavens is installed in your home. The default location is the top drawer of your desk. You can change it anytime.]
I hurried to the desk and opened the drawer. Empty, of course—I hadn't bought anything yet.
It looked like a normal drawer, but after everything I'd witnessed, I believed it completely.
I spent some time scrolling through the Market. The list was full of incredible items.
One example was the "Goblin Hood"—for 5000 points, wearing it would turn you invisible like a ghost. Having been a ghost myself, I immediately understood its utility.
Then there was the "Coin of Truth," priced at 6500 points—ask a question, toss it, and it would always land heads for truth, tails for lies.
It had massive potential.
'So basically, completing missions gives skills or points, and I can spend them on items that show up in that drawer?'
[Correct.]
Oho…