I Woke Up In The Webtoon The Gamer As A Villain

As soon as I removed the lid and opened the box, I was immediately engulfed by a blinding light.

"Flash~~"

The white brilliance exploded from within the package, covering my entire body as if I were being struck by a divine spotlight.

And then… the pain came.

"Urrrrr!"

A primal sound escaped my throat as agony hit me like a runaway train.

I dropped the box and fell off the bed like a useless sack of meat, crashing onto the wooden floor with a dull thud. My body started convulsing involuntarily, my muscles spasming violently as unbearable heat burned through every cell inside me.

It was as if something was tearing me apart from the inside, breaking and rebuilding every bone, every fiber, every part of my being.

But even in the midst of this hellish pain, I didn't panic.

I knew this was part of the process.

After all, this was Rick's gift. And Rick might be a sadistic bastard, but he never delivers anything useless.

I just had to endure.

I endured as my bones cracked loudly, like branches being snapped apart.

I endured as sweat mixed with blood poured from my pores, staining my clothes a deep crimson.

I endured as my limbs stretched, my skin tingled, and every muscle was reshaped into a new mold.

I felt it when my thin arms expanded, my bones lengthening, muscles emerging as if someone were sculpting my body from scratch.

I felt it when my stomach tightened, when the flabbiness gave way to an absurd rigidity.

I felt it when my face changed, my oval jawline turning sharper, my symmetry being corrected as if an invisible sculptor were redesigning every detail of my skull.

And then… my body grew.

The 1.70 meters that made me look like just another guy became insignificant compared to my new height. My entire structure expanded, muscles filling every free space, my posture turning imposing.

It was like emerging from a cocoon—except with the pain of a million needles piercing my flesh at once.

Then, the notifications appeared in my vision.

["Your Strength has increased by 8 points due to the transformation!"]

["Your Dexterity has increased by 8 points due to the transformation!"]

["Your Vitality has increased by 7 points due to the transformation!"]

The pain reached a final peak, ripping one last scream from me.

"HAAAAAA!"

My own roar echoed through the small room, muffled by the wooden walls.

And then…

Silence.

My breathing was heavy, my body still hot and pulsating, as if I were burning from the inside out. But… the pain was gone.

I didn't need a mirror to know everything had changed.

I raised my arm, analyzing the hand that once seemed fragile. Now, it was strong, firm, with long, well-defined fingers.

I sat up, feeling the newfound power vibrating inside me.

A low chuckle escaped my lips.

Still catching my breath, I tried to say something—anything.

"Rick, you son of a bitch..."

I stopped mid-sentence, startled.

My voice… my voice!

Before, I had sounded like a frail beta, a typical nerd with a nasal tone and zero presence. But now? Now my voice carried weight, depth, a resonance so intense it seemed to vibrate through the air.

It was a dense, masculine voice, filled with an unshakable confidence.

The voice of a goddamn ALPHA AXE.

I grinned, letting out a deep, satisfied laugh.

I got up from the floor, and that's when I noticed the state of my clothes—or rather, what was left of them.

My outfit had been completely destroyed. The cheap, thin fabric couldn't withstand my transformation, leaving only shreds hanging from me, like the remnants of an old skin that no longer fit.

But none of that mattered.

Because the moment I turned to the mirror—without even meaning to, just catching a glimpse…

I saw it.

And my brain short-circuited.

"Wait… no way…"

I stepped closer, disbelieving.

The man reflected in the mirror… was that me?

No… that wasn't me.

That was GIGA CHAD.

"Image here, and in the chapter comments."

A slightly grayish skin tone, as if I had been sculpted from divine marble. A jawline sharp enough to cut diamonds. Piercing eyes, thick and well-defined eyebrows. Jet-black hair, slicked back, with strands that exuded raw masculinity.

And the body? A masterpiece.

Broad, steel-like pecs. Muscular arms, with biceps that looked hand-carved. Abs so defined that even Zeus himself would weep with envy.

I raised an arm and flexed my bicep.

Pure. Strength.

I felt the muscles tense, my skin stretching over them like a war drum.

"Hahahaha…"

A laugh escaped my throat, growing into a triumphant roar.

But then, something caught my attention.

I looked down.

…

…

23 centimeters of tyrannical masculinity.

I blinked.

Took a deep breath.

And then burst into a monstrous laugh.

"HOLY SHIT… YES! This is what a conqueror should look like!"

I couldn't be more satisfied.

I cast one last glance at my reflection, a predatory grin spreading across my face. And then, without hesitation, I tore off what little remained of my clothes and marched to the bathroom.

Cold water poured over my new skin as I lathered my body, feeling every muscle, every line, every detail of my newfound existence.

The water cascaded down my torso, gliding over the sculpted contours like rivers carving through a sacred valley.

Every drop reminded me…

I was reborn.

I was no longer Charles Lustril, the bald, unimpressive nerd.

Now…

I was a damn GOD among men.

It was funny.

The insane pain of the transformation had already passed, and now all that remained was a sensation of… control.

I was no longer the same.

I took a deep breath and looked forward, then spoke a verbal command:

"Skills."

With a cybernetic glow, a translucent screen materialized before my eyes.

["SKILLS"]

[ACTIVE]

( / )

[PASSIVE]

["The Mind of a Player (Passive) Max Level"]

[Description]: Allows the user to think logically and calmly in any situation. Grants a state of mental peace. Provides immunity to psychological effects.

["The Body of a Player (Passive) Max Level"]

[Description]: Grants a body that allows the user to experience the real world as if it were a game.

I stared at those descriptions while droplets of water dripped from my chin.

So that's why.

That's why I didn't scream when I woke up in this world. That's why I didn't panic—not even when I was almost run over by a truck.

My mind was blocked against fear, against shock, against anything that could make me lose control.

And my body? Well… that part was obvious. I was already feeling it firsthand.

I shook my head, sending water flying to the sides of the shower, then closed the screen with a single thought.

I grabbed a bottle of shampoo and ran it through my hair, feeling the foam lather up as I massaged my scalp. The soap slid over the well-defined muscles of my abs, and when I was satisfied, I rinsed off one last time and shut off the water.

Stepping out of the shower, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist.

Even through the fogged-up mirror, I could still see my imposing silhouette.

This… this is perfect.

With a satisfied smirk, I walked into the bedroom and opened the wardrobe, only to confirm the obvious:

Nothing here fits me anymore.

The t-shirts that were once loose on my old body now looked like they were made for a child. The pants? Ridiculously small. The shoes? Forget it.

I let out a sigh and shrugged.

"That's a problem for later."

Right now, I had another priority.

Hunger.

I left the room, wearing nothing but the towel, and headed straight for the kitchen.

Time to eat.

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