I Became a Ranker Before Rankers

I Disguised Myself as Trash

Master Actor Activated:

You must now customize your new appearance. Choose wisely as you may not choose a new avatar until the 20th floor.

The screen before me pulsed with a hypnotic blend of gold and silver patterns, intricate designs that seemed to swirl and shift as if alive. At the heart of this display, three glowing icons awaited my selection, each representing a different path:

[MALE]

[FEMALE]

[OTHER]

My hand hovered over the console, the anticipation gnawing at my nerves. The Tower's lights reflected off my fingertips, creating ghostly images on the screen. Each icon seemed to pulse with its own energy, as if alive, tempting me to choose a path that would lead me deeper into the gods' intricate web of deceit. The gods—those omnipotent beings—had turned fate into a sport, their laughter echoing through the corridors of the Tower as mortals like me struggled against insurmountable odds. I felt their eyes upon me, a million unseen gazes scrutinizing my every move, waiting for a misstep.

I had to play their game, but I would play it on my terms. I needed a guise that would manipulate perceptions, a persona that would mislead the gods and mortals alike. My choice had to be strategic, crafted with precision to turn their own machinations against them. In this moment of decision, I was not merely selecting an avatar; I was sculpting a weapon, a living, breathing mask that would shield my true intentions. The male icon flickered, the outline of a man shimmering on the screen, and I knew this was my path. A guise of confidence and power, yet hiding the cunning and resilience that would be my true strength.

With a deep breath, I tapped the icon. The screen flared in response, a burst of light that momentarily blinded me. As the display adjusted, the vast array of male avatars appeared, each one a possible reflection of my new identity.

[MALE]

I tapped the [MALE] icon, and the screen's light flared as it accepted my choice. The display shifted, revealing a series of images showcasing different male avatars. My eyes scanned through the options: stern warriors, brooding scholars, and imposing leaders. But none matched the vision I had in mind. Then, I found him.

A man whose very essence radiated confidence and dominance. His height, easily over six feet, made him tower above most, a physical manifestation of his elevated status. His broad shoulders and meticulously defined muscles spoke of power and control, each movement calculated to convey superiority. The suit he wore clung to his frame with a tailored precision that emphasized each pectoral as if it was his own skin. The deep red of his eyes was striking, a cold and piercing gaze that seemed to see through the facades of others while revealing nothing of his own. Inside those eyes lay an obvious dismissiveness, a superiority that told the world he was untouchable, above the common fray. His hair a bright white, similar to mine, as if he was an older brother, or maybe a distant cousin of some sort. 

It was the perfect frame, an avatar that would draw attention, unwanted attention. Although, attention was the last thing I was looking forward to in a world that I knew too much about for my own good. But that was precisely why he was perfect, if I played the role correctly, the Gods would overlook the arrogance as stupidity, setting up a perfect facade. I had to pick it. 

It was also a plus that the avatar was my exact type. "Well," I thought with a wry smile, "at least I am hot."

The final confirmation appeared on the screen, its golden glow bathing my face in warm light. I felt a surge of excitement, a thrilling rush that coursed through my veins. The stage was set, the mask was chosen, and the first move in my grand deception had been made.