Chapter 3: Future concerns

I hunted down more useless talents and set them to 0, funneling the bonus points into physical talents.
I also swapped out pointless skills for martial arts techniques, like kickboxing and judo.

Only after saving the customization with talent and skill at level 10 could I finally breathe a sigh of relief.

“Phew…”

‘Now, even if someone comes at me, I’m confident I’ll be fine.’

I could take down three or four big guys with ease.
That’s how solid my talents and skills had become.

With that reassurance in place, I set aside worries about my appearance and began thinking about my transformed life—specifically, my future.

‘How should I live from now on?’

A life of crafting customizations for money, like before?
It wouldn’t be bad.
It was fun enough, and with my enhanced talents, earning money would be even easier.

But that felt like a waste of this incredible ability.
With the power to customize any talent or skill at will…

By temporarily pulling points from one talent to boost another, I could essentially max out at level 10 in any field.
A true jack-of-all-trades!

To let such talent and this goddess-like appearance rot in a one-room apartment felt like a crime, even to myself.
I could do something bigger…

‘The question is, what exactly?’

Like in those TS web novels, maybe internet streaming?
Or I could leverage this stunning appearance and talent to become a celebrity.
Or perhaps use my maxed-out physical abilities to dominate as a sports goddess.

I could even pour points into intelligence and become a scientist.
Or boost business skills to become an investor or entrepreneur.

Literally anything was possible.
With the power of customization.

‘Which is exactly why it’s so hard to decide.’

The fact that I could do anything made the choice overwhelming.
If I were mediocre at everything, I’d just pick what I was decent at or enjoyed.

But when I could excel at anything, and it all seemed fun, that was the problem.

Being a celebrity sounded exciting.
Streaming seemed fun too.
Living as an entrepreneur or investor didn’t sound bad either.
A sports goddess? That had appeal too…

“Ugh…”

I sank deep into thought.
Let’s break it down one by one.

Entrepreneur or investor?
They sounded good, but the problem was I couldn’t guarantee success.
I could craft talents, but the world was unpredictable.

Start a business and fail?
Invest and lose everything?
The risks were too high, so those two were out.

That left sports goddess, streamer, or celebrity.
Sports goddess would show off my appearance and physical prowess.
Streaming would let me display my versatility.
Celebrity would rely on my looks, singing, and acting.

I was confident in all three, so any choice seemed fine.

“Hmm, celebrity…”

I considered the most mainstream option first but quickly ruled it out.

‘The entertainment industry has rumors about sponsors… and obsessive fans or stalkers are worst there. The schedules are brutal too. If I became an idol, I’d have to do cutesy or sexy dances in front of guys…’

“Ugh, hard pass.”

‘Variety shows might be fun, but being an idol? No thanks. As an actor, kissing scenes or similar? Also a no. So, celebrity is out.’

That left streamer or sports goddess.
But I’d heard the sports world had its share of issues—corruption, harassment, and the like.

With this appearance, I’d definitely face harassment.
No question about it.

‘…So, the answer is streaming.’

I realized why clichés exist for a reason.
Streaming was the perfect job—something I could do alone, without anyone bothering me.

As a newly transformed TS protagonist, things were already confusing enough.
Getting tangled in messy relationships and drama would be worse than working solo.
So, streaming it was.

I nodded, as if I’d uncovered some profound truth.

‘Streaming lets me broadcast on my terms, showing off my versatility. Plus, I can dip into the fun parts of celebrity life, like variety shows, without the baggage.’

These days, YouTubers and streamers appear on mainstream TV.
It was totally doable with my talents and looks.

I could even showcase athletic feats on stream.
With that, I made my decision: streaming.

Having decided on streaming, I started preparing in earnest.
First, I resolved to leave this familiar space.

A shabby one-room wouldn’t cut it.
I’d need at least a two-room place to dedicate one for streaming.

I had a decent amount saved up.
Despite appearances, I was a well-known customization master, with steady work—two jobs a day, every day.

My lifestyle didn’t involve much spending, so over four years, I’d saved about 80 million won.
That was enough for a two-room deposit, a few months’ rent, soundproofing, and streaming equipment.

Since this was a reborn life through customization, I decided to start fresh.
I poured talents and skills into organization, interior design, and real estate, then began hunting for a new place.

‘As for my face… I’ll cover it just enough.’

Wrapping up too much would look suspicious, so I opted for a simple mask and cap.
Dressed in gender-neutral sweats, I headed out.

“…Wow, look at her… Is she a celebrity?”

“No kidding, even with her face covered, her aura’s on another level…”

“Should we ask for an autograph?”

“But who is she? You’d need to know her name first.”

Two passing male students whispered, stealing glances somewhere.
And they weren’t the only ones.

“Mommy, who’s that lady?”

“Uh… probably someone from TV?”

“Wow… she’s so pretty…”

A mother and daughter shopping.

“Where are you looking?!”

“Ow!!!”

A couple walking down the street.

“…Whoa…”

Even an idle guy loitering around.
All eyes—men, women, young, old—were drawn to one spot.

To a woman in a black cap, black mask, and baggy sweats.
She walked with her head slightly lowered, aware of the attention, but it was impossible to hide her presence.

Despite the baggy sweats, her chest’s outline stood out undeniably.
The pants couldn’t conceal her striking hips and pelvis.
Her small face, long legs, and perfect upper-body proportions—while most people might be seven-heads tall, she was a nine-heads anomaly, like she belonged to another world.

Her exposed skin was flawless, her hair gleamed under the cap, and her eyes sparkled like jewels.
Though mostly covered, the visible parts were enough to mark her as a beauty of unmatched caliber.

And, of course, that woman was me.

‘The stares are intense…’

I felt a bit uneasy but decided to ignore them.
This masterpiece of an appearance would draw attention for the rest of my life—nothing I could do about it.

‘That’s something to deal with later.’

Once I went public and got famous, maybe.
For now, no one knew my face, so no one would cross any lines.

So, I brushed off the stares and kept walking toward my destination.