Transmigrated as the Cuck.... WTF!!!-Chapter 133. True Gamer

After that little exchange, we didn’t talk much. Kaelira just grumbled something under her breath and took the lead.

I followed her through the winding streets of this half-dystopian, half-arcade townscape until we reached the hotel she had mentioned.

It was... surprisingly decent.

In fact, it was almost nostalgic—eerily reminiscent of the compact capsule hotels back on Earth.

Not the shady ones, but the mid-tier class with decent lighting, soft ambiance music, and an unspoken code of "don’t ask questions, don’t start fights."

We stepped through the sliding doors, and the scent of ionized air and artificial lavender hit me instantly.

Neon veins traced the walls, pulsing in slow rhythm like a digital heartbeat.

The reception desk was front and center, manned—or rather, holo-manned—by a shimmering AI projection of a sharply dressed attendant, complete with a glowing smile and polite dead eyes.

I stepped up to the desk, my card in hand. Might as well take initiative since I was the guy with the currency.

"Hello," I said, deadpan. "Room for two. How much does it cost?"

The AI shimmered for a moment, its hollow gaze scanning me. Green lights flickered briefly in its irises—probably checking my RHB balance and level data.

A moment later, it responded with a smooth, neutral tone. "Greetings, esteemed guest. Based on your profile, we have the following room options available to accommodate your stay."

Then it projected a small holographic menu in the air:

♦ Normal Room

A simple bed and ceiling fan. Basic stabilization.

Cost: 200 RHB

♦ Noble Room

King-sized bed, royal catering, individual mana-shower chamber.

Cost: 1,000 RHB

♦ True Gamer Room

King-sized bed, premium catering, luxury mana-shower, integrated gaming terminal with neural interface and zero-lag netlink.

Cost: 3,000 RHB

Note: Normal and Noble rooms may be separated. True Gamer room is single-unit only.

Honestly, I didn’t even blink.

The AI had me at True Gamer.

I raised my card like a champion about to slap down the winning move in a high-stakes duel. "True Gamer Room. For one."

A loud beep confirmed the transaction.

Kaelira, who had been browsing nearby with half her attention, turned sharply like someone had just slapped her with a fish.

"Hey!! What the hell was that? Where the hell am I supposed to go? Take another room, dumbass!"

I casually turned toward her, meeting her glare with the expression of a man who’d already won the argument in his head. "Listen, I wanna play some games. Might even pull an all-nighter. Can’t do that from a Normal room with a broken fan humming like a dying bee."

"And?" she demanded, arms crossed.

I shrugged. "Bed’s king-sized. There’s space. Of course, we can match."

Her eyes twitched. "That’s not the point, moron! I don’t want to share a room with a sexually active guy like you!"

I blinked, caught off-guard. "...What does that even mean?"

Kaelira groaned, dragging her hands down her face. "What if you pounce on me in my sleep or something? I’m weaker than you!"

Oh for—was she serious?

I felt a vein throb at my temple. The dramatics were starting to get on my nerves. She was playing the pitiful act like it was second nature. Like some rejected RPG heroine monologuing her inner trauma while skipping rent.

Before I could respond, the AI interrupted with a crisp voice.

"Transaction confirmed. 3,000 RHB deducted. Room assigned: Number 47."

A sleek, glowing holographic keycard materialized midair and floated into my open hand.

I turned back to Kaelira, who was now doing her best impression of a betrayed orphan in a romance drama. I approached her slowly, a smile twitching on my lips.

"If you don’t want to share," I said calmly, "then go sleep on the road. I don’t care."

It was a savage line. I half-expected her to launch a mana bolt at my face.

Instead, something snapped in her.

Suddenly her whole damsel in distress act was gone, replaced by an uncanny energy.

Her back straightened. Her posture shifted. Her eyes sharpened like someone had flipped a switch from ’downtrodden damsel’ to ’battle-hardened lunatic.’

"You know what?" she spat. "Fine. I don’t care if you’re a sexually frustrated degenerate. I’ll handle myself. You so much as breathe funny, I’ll paralyze your nuts."

My mouth opened slightly. I had no comeback. I wasn’t even offended.

I was impressed.

’...This bitch,’ I muttered under my breath, shaking my head.

She brushed past me, snatching her half of the holographic key with a huff.

Of course, her words were way off the mark. I wasn’t sexually frustrated—I was just shameless by nature. Big difference.

Still, the way she said it stung a little. Me? The embodiment of refined sleaze? Labeled like a common creep?

I was many things. A morally gray bastard, a manipulator, and occasionally a menace to good taste.

But I had standards. Consent was the bare minimum.

Even I had pride.

Still... the way she stood up for herself was kind of hot.

Annoying, but hot.

’I have a taste, don’t I? Tall girls with big attitudes...’

I clicked my tongue in irritation and strode forward, ignoring Kaelira’s lingering presence behind me.

The lift doors slid open, and without hesitation, I stepped inside. The floor was the 5th, but I couldn’t care less about climbing up some long, winding stairs right now.

Kaelira followed me in, hands shoved deep in her pockets. She started whistling, which I found odd.

I glanced back over my shoulder to see her eyes scanning the walls and ceiling, darting about like she was searching for something.

I narrowed my eyes. "Something going on in that brain of yours?" I asked, keeping my tone casual but pointed.

She shook her head, her lips curling into a nonchalant smirk. "Nope. Not at all."

I couldn’t resist. "Of course, it’s empty. How would anything go on in there?"

The glare I received was sharp, but I didn’t flinch. I held my ground. Kaelira was unpredictable like that—her moods switching faster than a flick of a switch.

We rode the lift in silence, the faint hum of the mechanics filling the space between us.

The doors slid open on the 5th floor, and we stepped out, following the room numbers along the corridor.

The rooms started with "40," and after a few turns, we reached room 47. I pulled the key from my pocket, the holographic interface glowing faintly in my hand, and swiped it across the door sensor.

The door clicked, and with a soft hiss, it slid open.

The interior was immaculate. A sharp contrast to the dusty streets outside, the clean white tiles underfoot gave off a subtle shine, as though the room had just been prepared.

The furnishings were modern but comfortable. A plush sofa sat against one wall, a large flat-screen TV mounted just above it, the console set up beside it.

It was the kind of room where you could easily sink into the couch, throw your legs up, and lose yourself for hours.

A VR headset sat neatly on the table, and a king-sized bed dominated the far side of the room.

Beside it was a balcony with a view of the shimmering cityscape. Mana crystals lit the room with a soft, ethereal glow, casting gentle shadows across the white walls.

The bathroom was separate, clean, and sleek, and I could hear the faint hum of the shower beginning.

I turned to Kaelira, raising an eyebrow. "Hey, Kael. If you want, you could go first and freshen up."

She eyed me warily, suspicion written all over her face. "Do you want to peep on me or something?"

I sighed, rolling my eyes. "I’m not that desperate, girlie. Besides, I’ll fuck you after the mission’s over. I can be patient."

She shrugged dismissively and, with a huff, made her way into the bathroom. A moment later, the sound of water running filled the room. I didn’t pay it any mind.

Instead, my attention immediately shifted to the console in front of me. I flopped down onto the sofa, getting comfortable. I wasn’t about to waste any time, not with a new gaming system at my fingertips.

The console powered up with a familiar whirr. The interface flickered to life, and I was prompted to insert my ID.

I did so without hesitation, inserting it into the system like it was second nature. The screen came to life, and I was greeted with a library of games in front of me.

It was like the gaming platform back on Earth—sort of like Steam, but much more advanced.

Everything synced with my personal ID, so my entire gaming history, preferences, and stats were automatically pulled up. Pretty neat, I thought. The tech here was something else.

I scrolled through the catalog, but nothing really grabbed my attention. There were countless RPGs, action games, and—ugh—horror titles. But those were always a bore.

I wasn’t exactly a fan of things that tried to scare me. I’d seen enough blood and gore to numb me to any jump-scare granny or rotting zombie. Horror didn’t faze me anymore.

I scrolled past a few games that looked like cheap cash grabs, then paused when something caught my eye. It wasn’t a flashy title or some high-end shooter. No, it was an RPG—A Forgotten Whisper.

The name intrigued me. I clicked on it.

Instantly, I was thrown into the game’s world. I blinked once, and suddenly, I was looking through the eyes of a frail young man.

He was stumbling through a dense forest, leaves crunching beneath his feet. He had a thin body, wearing ragged clothing, and the world around him seemed cold, unforgiving.

The game prompted me with a quick tutorial, explaining the basic mechanics and controls. It didn’t take long to get the hang of it, and soon I was walking through the forest, adjusting to the open-world setting.

The mechanics were a little old-school, but the potential was there. It was one of those classic RPGs where you could recruit people based on your relationship points with them.

I liked that. It reminded me of the older games I used to grind through back on Earth. The depth, the world-building—it felt immersive, even though it was a bit bare-bones in terms of graphics and character design.

I started exploring. There were quests to be done, NPCs to talk to, and characters to recruit.

Each time I completed a task or formed a bond, my relationship points with the various characters would increase, unlocking new options and paths for interaction. It was slow-paced, but it had that addictive charm that kept me going.

The world was vast. I could roam freely, seeking out different challenges and stories.

The freedom to recruit anyone was a nice touch—it was like building your own party from scratch, choosing the right mix of skills and personalities. There was potential here.

I spent the next few hours in the game, fully immersed.

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