Life Before the Transmigration?

"OH MY GOD!! IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING TO ME?!"

"NEVER IN MY LIFE HAVE I FELT THIS LUCKY!"

Arthur was currently sitting on his cheap chair in front of his PC, playing a game in his tiny apartment, where he barely managed to cover the rent with his minimum wage job.

He was shouting in excitement because today, he mined a legendary item in the game—worth around $200 in real life, almost one-fifth of his salary. He was beyond thrilled and couldn't stop shouting.

Tears of joy rolled down Arthur's chubby face, and in his excitement, he forgot to keep his voice down. Despite his joy, he stayed glued to his chair, celebrating without standing up.

Being short and overweight, he didn't feel comfortable standing up and dancing around, even though he had just earned that $200.

"HAHAHA!! FINALLY, I HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO BUY A PROSTITUTE AND LOSE MY VIRGINITY!"

Arthur had finally saved enough money to hire a prostitute and lose his virginity at the age of 24. He had decided a month ago that he couldn't wait any longer as he was getting older each day.

It was only going to get harder to find a girlfriend—he was already a short, fat man at 5 feet 5 inches tall, and it wasn't like things were going to get easier as he aged. He was a little ashamed about it, but his desire to lose his virginity was stronger than those thoughts.

Suddenly, he heard a loud voice coming from the other side of his apartment.

"YOU VIRGIN LOSER!! IF YOU SHOUT ONE MORE TIME, I'M COMING OVER THERE TO CUT YOUR DICK OFF!"

Hearing the loud, gruff voice and the threat, Arthur wanted to yell back for cursing him right before he was finally going to lose it tomorrow.

But knowing how tall and muscular John was—the guy who lived next door to him in the same tiny 100-square-foot apartment—Arthur knew it was his own fault for shouting so loudly at 2 a.m. Still, he didn't appreciate what John had said.

"Okay, Mr. John, I'll keep it down."

'Of course, I'm not going to talk back to him. That buff guy would beat me to a pulp if I did.'

He knew John was a college student who might be studying late at night, but Arthur quickly dismissed the thought, remembering how often he had trouble sleeping due to John's loud late-night "activities" with some girl from his college.

'That bastard is one of the reasons I finally decided to lose my virginity.'

Arthur heard John click his tongue from the other side of the wall, followed by one last insult.

"LOSER!"

Arthur stayed silent, realizing that John must be in a bad mood tonight.

'This fucker is just trying to provoke me so I'll say something back and give him a reason to beat me up.'

Even though it made him angry, Arthur had to admit John wasn't as bad as the bullies from high school who beat him up for no reason.

With the cursed name "Arthur Pendragon," they would beat him and taunt him, saying a warrior like him should defend his honor, even though he couldn't fight back against a group of them.

'I used to dream of getting taller and stronger, so I could beat the crap out of those jerks and take my revenge.'

But seeing as he was still 5 feet 5 inches tall at 24, it was easy to imagine how that revenge fantasy would've gone. Luckily, he didn't get the chance to embarrass himself, because right when he finished high school, he found out he had no money for college—or even for food in a few months.

The thought of tracking down his old bullies didn't even cross his mind. They were probably all out of college by now, making a decent living, while he was stuck as a short, fat guy at 24. Besides, he knew he still couldn't beat anyone, looking the way he did.

He didn't want to apply for loans to continue studying either, since his average grades and lack of family meant there was no one to help him.

So, he settled for a job at the local supermarket as a cashier, the only job he could find at the time. It paid minimum wage, and nearly all his money went toward rent and food, leaving him with barely any spending money.

Fortunately, he still had his PC, which his mom had bought him before she passed away saving up. Even though it wasn't great, he had upgraded the specs a bit over the years with what little money he had. Buying a new gaming PC was out of the question.

That PC in front of him was his only source of entertainment. After getting home exhausted from work, he spent all day playing games, watching anime, and reading novels online.

'But ever since that motherfucker John moved in next door, my peaceful otaku life has gone downhill.'

'How many times have I had to masturbate to the sounds of his loud moans at night?'

Arthur couldn't take it anymore. That's why he had decided to lose his virginity, and the only thing stopping him for the past month had been money. Now, finally getting a legendary item worth $200, he could afford a decent prostitute at a cheap brothel in the red-light district.

He also wanted to make sure he lost his virginity to a good-looking woman, so he planned to spend all $200 to get a sexy lady and finally have sex.

'I can't wait for tomorrow.'

He knew his sleepless nights wouldn't end after he lost his virginity, though.

'Because I know that buff bastard John won't stop making noise when he brings another chick from his college.'

But at least Arthur would feel satisfied, finally knowing what it was like to make someone moan in pleasure all night, even if it was just once.

He glanced at the clock on his computer screen and saw that it was already past 2 a.m. He decided to go to bed early tonight, as he usually stayed up until 3 a.m.

'I can't wait for tomorrow.'

He had already decided to take the day off from his job at the supermarket, knowing how important tomorrow was for him.

He turned off his computer and finally got up from his chair, which had a bump in the seat from how long he'd been sitting on it.

Arthur moved his 168-pound body toward his cheap mattress, ready to get some decent sleep. Tonight, he didn't have to worry about the sounds coming from John's apartment next door.

After lying on his mattress for just 10 minutes, his short body finally drifted off to sleep, exhausted from working overtime every day.