[TS] The Return of The Gamer - Chapter 15

There's a saying called the Dunning-Kruger effect.

It's a cognitive bias where the less you know about a specific field, the more you overestimate your abilities, and conversely, the more you know, the more you underestimate yourself.

I'm telling you this useless story because that's exactly how I felt right now.

I once rummaged through internet shopping malls and fashion sites with my mother and younger sister's insistence.

Thanks to that, I thought I knew quite a bit about women's clothes, even if I wasn't an expert.

I was arrogant.

What are those fabric scraps even for, and what's with the excessive padding in those shoulders?

I don't know.

I don't know at all.

"Oh my, look at this."

"Wow..."

My mother and younger sister tried various clothes on me, then marveled, then were moved, then were happy, and repeated.

It was truly a happy thing to be able to share such positive emotional exchanges just by changing clothes, but unfortunately, the directionality was quite one-sided.

"Your daughter is so pretty. She looks just like a doll."

"Ho ho, I hear that a lot."

I'm hearing it for the first time today.

I felt like a doll, as I was, leaving behind a strange rumor that even the person involved didn't know.

Whether it was the shop assistant's lip service, or whether she was really moved, my mother's hand didn't stop.

"Try this on too."

"This too."

"How about this dress? Wouldn't you be able to wear it if it's this length?"

It wasn't just my mother who was being so enthusiastic, pushing various clothes at me.

"Unnie! Try this on too, this too."

If my mother mainly recommended very feminine clothing, including dresses, my younger sister mainly recommended casual outfits that suited my age.

"How about tying up your hair?"

"Wow... Should I dye my hair too?"

At first, my younger sister, who had been stumbling over what to call me, also started calling me "Unnie" as soon as the dressing began in earnest.

I had always thought that such a day would come... But I never dreamed that it would be in this form.

"How could there not be anything that doesn't suit you?"

My mother said admiringly, and my younger sister followed up.

"That's right. I'm starting to get jealous."

"Look at her? You're pretty enough too. Whose daughter are you?"

"Right?"

I thought they were having fun.

"Oh, the clothes over there are pretty."

"Shall we go take a look?"

"Yeah!"

Of course, they didn't even ask for my opinion from the beginning.

"Ugh..."

This too shall pass.

Thinking so, I went around all the clothing stores in the department store, and soon, my mother and younger sister were holding shopping bags in both hands.

"Here."

"Huh?"

"Take it. It's your clothes."

"Oh... Ah, yeah."

Since it wasn't exactly wrong, I obediently accepted the shopping bag.

It was awkward because it was the first time in my life I'd held any luggage.

My mother's face hardened slightly, perhaps sensing something strange in my expression.

"Is it heavy?"

"No... It's okay."

The reason I feel strange.

So far, I've lived my life with my mother or someone else taking care of everything for me.

I mean, I haven't even opened the car door myself, let alone carrying luggage.

I never thought this was strange until now.

I've lived a life stuck in a rigid frame where I couldn't even move properly, and for me, help from others wasn't even an option.

Perhaps, my mother is going to all this trouble to give me these obvious experiences.

Because I haven't experienced an ordinary life, she wants to fill in the lacking parts, even now.

As others do.

Like ordinary people.

I'm learning the everyday things that others enjoy little by little, even now.

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After that, following my mother and younger sister to the shoe store and the accessories store, this long shopping trip finally began to come to an end.

"I think we've bought enough, haven't we? Unnie's clothes too."

"Shall we go home soon?"

Are we finally going home?

Well, it's already been three hours since we started walking around the department store.

Even with great stamina, walking around like this with a shopping bag in hand, it was time to get tired.

'It's a relief that they didn't say they would shop again after leaving them in the car.'

As I was preparing to go back with a happy heart, my mother asked.

"Isn't there anything else you really want to buy?"

"No, there isn't."

"Don't say that, why don't you take a look around?"

"I don't need to."

I had already bought everything I wanted through the internet shopping mall.

I didn't want to waste time coming all the way to the department store.

"Really?"

"Ah, well, I don't have anything to buy─"

Just as I was about to refuse again, I couldn't finish my sentence.

Whether it was coincidence or fate, I happened to see a store that immediately caught my eye.

[Electronic Products]

Of course, it wasn't the televisions, washing machines, or refrigerators that interested me.

Further inside.

[Computer and Peripheral Devices]

There, from main unit parts like graphic cards and motherboards to input devices like keyboards and mice, there were computer and peripheral devices, so to speak.

I felt it instinctively.

This is it.

This is where I'll bury my bones.

"Mom."

"Yes?"

"I'm going to go look around there for a bit."

"Really? Where?"

My mother showed interest in what I finally wanted, as I had only shown signs of wanting to go home.

Of course, that didn't last long either.

"Over there."

"...The electronic product store?"

My mother looked bewildered.

After all, the reason for coming to the department store in the first place was to buy all sorts of accessories, including the clothes in the shopping bag.

But suddenly, I was going to the electronic product section, so she couldn't help but have that expression.

"I'll just go take a look for a bit."

"Come with me while you're at it. Yuri!"

At my mother's call, my younger sister, who was holding the shopping bags in her arms, came over.

"What, weren't we going home now?"

"Unnie wants to look around at something."

"Really?"

Now I wanted to say something sharp about the title that had become "Unnie," but I stopped.

Because I thought that if I showed that I was concerned, the title might never come back.

"Welcome."

As we entered the electronic product store, the store clerk greeted us.

"Do you have anything specific you're looking for?"

"Nothing specific. We'll just look around slowly."

"Alright."

Among them, what caught my eye was the keyboard and mouse.

The computer specs are the basic of the basics, so I always have the latest models, but keyboards and mice are purely a matter of taste and personal preference.

"Ooh..."

The keyboards and mice, organized by brand, had separate spaces where you could try them out for a while.

-Realforce R7LL.

-Kikerrun K2 Wireless Keyboard, Brown Switch.

-Apco Optical Switch Keyboard A880.

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.

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-Logitech L PRO X Gaming Mechanical Keyboard.

Actually, I wasn't picky about equipment.

It was because I could use my skills with almost no problem, even if I used any equipment, rather than an expression of confidence.

But not anymore.

After becoming a woman, I gained a physical freedom that couldn't even be compared to before.

This means that there is a big difference in many aspects, including response speed, compared to before.

So, I also carefully looked at the reviews on the internet and actually bought various equipment.

But that was only based on other people's reviews, and I still didn't know if the keyboard and mouse I was using were really suitable for me.

'Amazing.'

Trying them out, the feel of each keyboard and mouse was completely different.

If I had my way, I'd like to have several types and switch them depending on my condition.

'Hmm.'

Carefully examining various equipment, I put a few types of keyboards and mice in my shopping cart.

I finally understand why my mother and younger sister put so much effort into shopping.

Shopping is so much fun.

"Mom's right. You really have to see and buy things in person."

"...What?"

My mother shook her head in disbelief, and then, looking at my younger sister, she smiled lightly.

"Why are you looking at us like that?"

"Our Unnie is the same as ever."

"That's right. I never thought she'd pick those out, even in a department store."

Although there was a small amount of side-eye, it was a very satisfactory shopping experience.