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What if every awkward compliment, every desperate act of "niceness," and every cringe-worthy attempt to impress a girl could make you… stronger? For Kim Jeon Il, the world’s most delusional "nice guy," this nightmare (or dream?) just became reality. Kim Jeon Il’s life as a 17-year-old simp was painfully ordinary—until a glitchy app called [RISE OF THE SIMP] hijacked his phone. Suddenly, his "good guy" antics—complimenting dresses, doing homework for crushes, white-knighting strangers—earn him "Simp Coins" to boost his stats, unlock skills, and even alter his appearance. But when his school transforms overnight into a battleground of superhuman student council members, spell-slinging bullies, and martial arts prodigies, Jeon Il realizes two things: 1. The world isn’t the one he remembers. 2. Simping might just be his only shot at survival. Gone are the days of boring classrooms and mundane drama. Now, strength rules everything: Student Council Overlords: They bench-press cars, duel with enchanted katanas, and enforce their will with fists crackling with Qi. Magic in the Hallways: Witch covens hex rivals, illusionists prank entire classes, and the quiet girl in the back? She’s a telekinetic time bomb. From martial arts dojos masquerading as gyms to secret auctions for cursed artifacts, the hidden world is brutal, bizarre, and nothing like the anime Jeon Il binge-watched. Armed with a cracked phone, a jawline upgraded by 2 Simp Points, and zero dignity, Jeon Il will learn the hard way: in this world, simping isn’t a choice—it’s a survival skill "In a world where strength defines destiny, the ultimate power might just lie in embracing the cringe."
Kim Jeon Il slouched on his bed, phone in hand, fingers flying across the screen as he typed yet another compliment into the class group chat. The glow of the screen illuminated his room—a cramped space cluttered with manga volumes, empty soda cans, and a well-worn copy of Diary of a Simpy Kid gathering dust on the nightstand.
[Female Classmate (Park Ji-eun): Hi guys! I'm planning to buy this dress. Do you think it'll look good on me?]
A photo popped up: a floral sundress with lace sleeves. Jeon Il's thumbs moved faster than his brain.
[Jeon Il: That'll look fabulous on you! Honestly, I've never seen anything look bad on someone as stunning as you.]
He hit send, then cringed at his own desperation. Too much?
[Ji-eun: Aww, really? Thank you, Jeon Il! You're always so sweet. <3]< strong>
Jeon Il smirked. Nailed it. His finger hovered over the keyboard to type "No problem!" when—
BZZT!
An ad hijacked his screen, neon pink text blazing:
[ARE YOU A SIMP?]
[WELL, YOU PROBABLY ARE.]
"The hell?" Jeon Il muttered, jabbing the Close button. The ad persisted, flashing tauntingly.
[DO YOU THINK YOU'RE A NICE GUY?]
He snorted. "Uh, yeah?"
[IF SO, THEN YOU'RE DEFINITELY A SIMP.]
"Simp your ass!" Jeon Il barked, glancing around his empty room like the walls might laugh at him. "Who even coded this garbage?"
[WORRY NOT! WE'RE OFFERING A LIMITED-TIME APP.]
[YOUR COMPANION TO BECOME THE GREATEST SIMP.]
[DO YOU DESIRE POWER?]
"Power?" Jeon Il rolled his eyes. "Who made this? A 12-year-old edgelord?"
[INSTALL NOW: RISE OF THE ULTIMATE SIMP]
[60 SECONDS REMAINING.]
"Pass." He swiped the ad away. It reappeared instantly.
[DO YOU DESIRE MONEY?]
Jeon Il paused. Money… His last dating app subscription had drained his wallet, and his part-time job at the convenience store paid peanuts. What if—
[30 SECONDS.]
His eyes flicked to *Diary of a Simpy Kid* on his nightstand. The cover's cartoon protagonist smirked up at him, as if mocking his life choices.
[15 SECONDS.]
"Screw it." Jeon Il mashed the install button. "You son of a bitch, I'm in."
The app downloaded instantly—no progress bar, no loading screen. Just a crimson icon labeled RISE OF THE ULTIMATE SIMP glowing ominously on his home screen.
"Welp. Hope this isn't malware," he muttered, tapping the icon.
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<<LOADING… >>
The screen erupted into light. A hyper-realistic 3D avatar materialized—himself, down to the cowlick in his hair and the faded Attack on Titan T-shirt he'd worn for three days straight. The model stood in virtual nothingness, clad only in polka-dot boxers.
"Sugoi…" Jeon Il breathed, nearly dropping his phone. The detail was insane—every pore, every stray eyebrow hair rendered in uncanny clarity. "How's this even possible? This should be, like, 10 gigs of data!"
Jeon Il stared at the app's interface—minimalist, almost sterile, save for the two glowing buttons at the bottom of the screen:
[SHOP] | [STORAGE]
The rest of the screen was dominated by a holographic grid of grayed-out icons labeled [SKILLS] and [QUESTS] each locked behind a shimmering padlock. A blocky text prompt materialized in the center:
[WELCOME, PLAYER.]
[TO BEGIN, EARN 'SIMP COINS' BY PERFORMING ACTS OF SIMPERY.]
[COINS CAN BE CONVERTED TO 'SIMP POINTS' TO UPGRADE YOUR STATS.]**
[USE 'STORAGE' TO STORE PHYSICAL OBJECTS. SIMPLY FOCUS ON THE ITEM AND CONFIRM.]
[DO NOT ATTEMPT TO STORE LIVING BEINGS. THEY WILL DIE. (YES, EVEN YOUR CAT.)]
Jeon Il blinked. "Okay… straightforward enough." He tapped the [SHOP] button.
The screen transitioned to a menu resembling a bargain-bin mobile game. items were available:
[ITEM: Pocket Dimension Storage Upgrade]
[COST: 50 Simp Coins]
[EFFECT: Expand storage capacity to 10 slots. (Stop hoarding ramen cups.)]
[ITEM: Mystery Skill Scroll]
[COST: 100 Simp Coins]
[EFFECT: Random low-tier skill. (Could be useful. Could be 'Expert Nail Clipping.')]
"Mystery Skill Scroll?" Jeon Il muttered. "Sounds like a scam."
He exited the shop and navigated to [STORAGE], where a single cubic slot hovered empty. The tutorial prompt updated:
[TO STORE AN ITEM: FOCUS ON THE OBJECT AND VERBALLY CONFIRM.]
<<Kim Jeon Il>>
Age: 17
Race: Asian
Species: Modern Human (Pathetic Variant)
Constitution: 7
Strength: 7
Agility: 7
Intelligence:7
Appearance: 5
"Appearance 5?!" Jeon Il squawked. "I'm at least a 6.5!"
[ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: SIMP DENIAL]
[+1 Simp Coin!]
"Shut up!"
The group chat buzzed again.
[Female Classmate (Lee Soo-min): Can someone explain question 8? I'm lost TT]
Jeon Il's thumbs moved on autopilot.
[Jeon Il: No worries! I'll DM you the answer.]
He attached a photo of his scribbled calculus work—barely legible, but correct. Probably.
[Soo-min: OMG, thank you! You're a lifesaver <3]< strong>
Ding!
[+5 Simp Coins!]
[CONVERT TO SIMP POINT? Y/N]
Jeon Il hesitated. Upgrade stats? Like a RPG? He dumped the coins into Appearance.
[APPEARANCE: 5 → 6]
He pinched the screen, zooming in. The avatar's face mirrored his own: same uneven skin, same pimple brewing on his chin. But as he stared, the pimple… vanished. The avatar's complexion smoothed subtly, as if airbrushed.
"Wait. Did it just—?"
The pimple was gone.
The avatar's jawline sharpened. His virtual skin glowed. Jeon Il raced to the mirror.
His real face had changed too.
"No. Freaking. Way." He prodded his cheek. Smooth. Too smooth.
"Holy—it's real?" He gaped at his reflection. The pimple stayed gone, his cheeks slightly leaner. "This app… changes reality?"
Panic and greed warred in his chest. He grabbed Diary of a Simpy Kid and shouted, "Store this!"
The book vanished from his hands.
[STORAGE: Diary of a Simpy kid ADDED.]
Jeon Il's laughter bordered on hysterical. "I can store things? Upgrade myself? What is this?!"
The app didn't answer.
But as Jeon Il stared at his reflection—smoother skin, brighter eyes, a flicker of confidence replacing his usual slouch—a grin spread across his face.
"Screw being a 'nice guy.'" He opened the group chat, fingers flying.
[Jeon Il: Ji-eun, you'd look even better in that red dress from yesterday!]
Ding!
[+2 Simp Coins!]
"Oh," Jeon Il whispered, a dangerous spark in his eyes. "This is gonna be fun."
