Chapter 7

After finishing dinner, I returned to my room.

It seems that the cleanup will be done by my sister, and Moe and Saki.

I looked around my room, but it was simple.

There wasn’t much in this room. Apart from the bed and the study desk, there was only one half-sized bookshelf.

It’s not that I’m living in extreme poverty, and it’s not that my parents wouldn’t buy things for me.

It seems I had no hobbies and no desire for material things.

There are some casual clothes in the closet, but that’s all I have.

“I guess I didn’t have much interest in things.”

The memory that comes to mind the most is of me quietly reading books in the room.

I peeked into the bookshelf, but all the books there were thick and had difficult content for me.

Apart from that, there were only photo albums.

Most of the photos were of natural landscapes like the sea and mountains.

The goddess said that the woman had a happy life as a mountaineer, but perhaps she really wanted to visit places like those in the photo albums in this world too.

However, outside the special zone, there are only women.

It must have been difficult to just go on a trip.

Looking at photo albums of places she couldn’t go to is a common thing.

It’s possible that she was fooling herself by doing so.

As I flipped through the photo albums, I came across several familiar scenes from my original world.

Seeing such things makes me realize that even in a parallel world, this is still Japan.

I wonder how the owner of this body felt when looking at the photo albums.

Since the memories don’t come with emotions, I can only imagine, but I think she probably wanted to grab a backpack and run out of the house right away.

She might have wanted to escape from this environment dominated by women and travel through nature to her heart’s content.

“...Huh?”

Suddenly, I thought about it.

In this world with a skewed gender ratio, I had been thinking from the perspective of the owner of this body, a male.

But in this world, the overwhelming majority are women, and young women at that.

What must their state of mind be like?

"The life of being popular," the goddess said.

Being popular is normal. Since males are extremely rare, there’s an abundance of choices. It would be strange not to be popular.

But what about the women?

In the survival competition, most women are on the losing side, meaning they are not popular.

"Most women in the world are not popular...!?"

It’s just a fact, but I was shocked to understand it.

After all, I wasn’t popular in my original world. I wasn’t popular at all.

So I understand the feelings of those who aren’t popular. I understand them all too well.

I used to grind my teeth in envy when I saw handsome guys smoothly joining the circle of people, saying witty things, and raising their popularity.

All the women in the world are like me back then.

Generally, men are quite passive towards women, just like the owner of this body.

Not only is there no need to be aggressive, but most people prefer to keep their distance to avoid trouble.

Well, considering the situation of the only male in an all-girls school, I can understand their feelings. It would be too harsh to criticize them in this society.

Because of this, most women in the world are really not popular.

Even if they have a face that should be popular with men, they are not popular.

Even if they don’t skimp on effort, they are not popular.

No matter how much they polish their appearance or inner self, they are not popular.

Do the men in the world know how hard these women are trying?

Even if they do, they probably think it’s normal.

Of course.

They have never experienced not being popular, not even once.

"So... I’m the only man who understands the feelings of those who are not popular?"

This is a problem with society. Even though society is to blame, women who are not popular are still not saved.

I’m the only one who realized this.

Only I, who wanted to be popular so much that I shed tears of blood, can understand their feelings.

—Then, what should I do?

It’s simple. I should do what I wanted to be done for me.

I, who was never approached by women.

—Then, I will approach women.

Walking to and from school with a girl was a dream.

In my original world, it was a dream that would never come true.

—Then, I will make it happen.

Social anxiety? Never talked to a woman? So what?

I don’t care about social anxiety. It’s okay to fail.

I would be happy just to be approached by a woman.

Yes, before I came here, I told the goddess.

I said I would do anything to be popular.

I even declared that I would overcome any inconvenience with determination.

“...Alright, I’ve decided!”

Tomorrow is the high school entrance ceremony.

I will try to talk to as many women as possible.

I will do for the girls what I wanted to be done for me.

It’s probably impossible to make all of them happy. It’s not realistic.

But, can’t I do it within the range of my reach?

Yes, even a little is fine.

I will make them smile.

This might be the reason I came to this world.

I want to live a life without regrets in this body.

And I think I can achieve that by making myself and the women around me happy.

“Alright, let’s do it!”

This is revenge. Revenge of a man who is not popular.

If other men won’t do it, I will make many women happy.

I stood up and thrust my fist towards the ceiling.