My personal breakdown of common tropes in Western medieval fantasy fiction from Japan, China and South Korea
My personal breakdown of common tropes in Western medieval fantasy fiction from Japan, China and South Korea
Note: this is just what I’ve gathered from reading tons of light novels, manga and manhwa. Purely my own observations, just for a bit of fun.
Japan
I get isekai’d into a Western medieval-style fantasy world. I’m secretly the strongest person alive, but back on Earth I was just your average overworked middle-aged office drone — and I’m completely oblivious to how powerful I am. “Wait, aren’t I supposed to be totally normal?” I think to myself.
In this world, serfs and townsfolk live comfortable, settled lives. Most nobles are kind, responsible and live by chivalric virtues; there are a few bad apples, but all in all it’s a lovely place. There’s barely any class tension — nobles, townspeople and serfs all get along like friends.
My only goal is to lay low and live a cozy, slow life. I build a small cottage, grow my own vegetables and raise livestock. I open a bakery selling Japanese-style pastries and breads, and the locals — who’ve only ever eaten rye bread, pretzels and baguettes — are blown away. I grow rice and soybeans too, make miso, soy sauce and natto, and serve up sushi and sashimi that both nobles and commoners go crazy for.
Of course, there are always annoying demon lords, corrupt nobles or bandits stupid enough to ruin everyone’s peaceful happy life. So I step in and put them in their place.
China
I get isekai’d into a Western medieval-style fantasy world. I’m the overlooked middle son of a noble family, packed off to the northern frontier as a lowly border baron. Back in my old life, I was a mechanical engineer cramming out design plans round the clock.
The kingdom’s a mess: the king is incompetent, the nobility is rotten, the land is full of displaced refugees and starving people, rising powers eye the borders hungrily, and an apocalyptic crisis hangs over the entire world.
To survive, I use my engineering knowledge from my past life to build steam engines, breech-loading rifles and blast furnaces for steel production. I recruit refugees and talented people who fled here from poverty or persecution, putting them to work as my officials and technicians. I combine magic with machinery to mass-produce magical crops and artefacts. I roll out public education and healthcare, build housing, roads and other infrastructure, and lift the local people into tangible, visible prosperity.
I beat back wave after wave of monster attacks, but the old nobility sees me as a freak, a heretic — even a man who’s made a deal with the devil. All because I take in refugees and non-human races, and win battle after battle using methods they can’t wrap their heads around.
Screw noble etiquette. I’ve built up enough power now. I’ll march south into the heartland, send those stubborn aristocrats to the guillotine and mount their heads on lamp posts. I’ll overthrow the king, found a state run by a modern bureaucratic system, crush the rising fortunes of our neighbouring powers, and fix the world-ending crisis once and for all.
South Korea
I get isekai’d into a Western medieval-style fantasy world. To my horror, I’ve woken up as either a minor villain boss who dies early in the story, or a random background character who gets killed by collateral damage from the hero and final boss’s fight during the end-of-world arc.
My only advantage? I read the story of this world before I transmigrated, so I know how the plot goes.
Looking at my laughably terrible base stats, I have one single goal: survive.
I become ruthlessly disciplined. I train like hell every morning, and study late into every night. I stay calm, rational and serious at all times. I keep every detail under my control, have a backup plan for every scenario, stay composed under pressure and give everything my all.
To stay alive, I grow cold and detached. I’m wary and distrustful of everyone. But to survive, I have to dip my toes into the main storyline to grab lucky opportunities and powerful magical items. Along the way I accidentally save a few female characters, who end up falling for me.
But I’m already pouring every ounce of energy I have into just staying alive. I don’t have the bandwidth for romance, so I keep my distance from all of them.
I always thought my actions wouldn’t affect the main plot much, but my interference sets off a massive butterfly effect. I become more and more important to the story, and the plot completely derails from the original timeline.
In the end, I have to step in to help — or even replace — the original hero. I defeat the apocalyptic threats, and finally live happily ever after with the girls by my side.