Lying on my bed, I once again refreshed my YouTube page, waiting for 'Vmatt' to upload his new video.
'It's Lookism Thursday after all.'
I re-read the chapter once again, sighing at the clear Nerf of Daniel Park once again.
'Even Eli Jang has a mastery. Why is the main character still so weak?'.
Shifting to the side, I read through the comments. The Jichang Kwak stocks were high as ever.
'I wonder what Gun is doing, though.'.
I remembered my glorious king still spending time in jail; just his one panel in the previous few chapters had sent people over the moon.
Plop
A survey ad once again popped up on the site. My phone wasn't bug-free, and from the sites I almost opened every day, it made sense.
'Lookism Reincarnation—Choose your own character and change the story.'.
'Seriously? Another one of these fakes?' I brooded over, wondering whether I was bored enough to waste my time.
'Nothing better than wishing to transmigrate in Lookism anyways... Not that it would ever happen.'.
Opening up the screen, I was quickly met with a page asking me for the timeline and the choice of talent.
'First, let's fill the timeline.'.
Looking at the three different choices presented in front of me, I held my head, pondering over whether to choose the Zero generation or the first... Or perhaps with all of the main characters, the Second Generation.
'If I was considering this as real.'
I laughed at that. No way. How delusional could I get, transmigration? World Hopping? Those things happened in books and web novels.
'Now, of course I know everything about the second generation. They are the main characters, and I would have meta knowledge as well.'.
Thinking about it, this was the perfect choice. The world was peaceful, and if I ended up with less talent, I could probably go off into the sunset.
'However, what's the fun with knowing everything?'.
I smiled like a madman. The second generation? Pfft!.
They might have been the main characters, but they don't even come close to the Aura and Charm of the first generation.
'And while Zero might have been the strongest, I know too little to even build a liking.'.
Making up my mind, I clicked on the option entailing the words 'First Generation.'.
My eyes drifted down to the talent section, which was filled with multiple Powers; I could read some off the bat. However, apparently the choice limit was two.
'Weapon Mastery'
'Fast legs'
'Hyper-extendability'
'Copy'
'Heat mode'
'Overcome'
'Ultra Instinct (Awaken Mode)'
'The Ultra Instinct (Born with it)'
'Boxing Prodigy'
'Endurance'
'Strength'
'Belief'
'Ultimate Forehead.'.
'Wow, they really went all in with the options.' From how much I could scroll, there were about twenty more.
No way I would read that many.
'Heat Mode is super cool!' I laughed as I imagined how crazy strong Samuel was in that state; however, it didn't quite strike a chord.
Suddenly an idea popped into my brain: 'I know, this would be epic.'.
Clicking on two options, I started giggling as I imagined the possible uses of both powers.
'The Ultra Instinct (born with it) and Copy.'.
I meant no disrespect to Johan Seong; however, his lack of endurance made his copy look like a Temu-brought superpower.
'However, add the ultra instinct. Not only will I be able to copy others' techniques, but my body will be built for combat.'.
Submit
clicking on the option, the page suddenly redirected to a blank sheet.
My eyes widened as text randomly started appearing on it.
' I admit, your ideas even make me wonder. The first generation? Not a bad choice'.
A smiling emoji appeared at the end of the line.
I stood up from my bed, jumping at what just happened.
"My phone really has been hacked, hasn't it?" I spoke with a deadpan.
Just then, suddenly, my phone started shaking. My hands barely held it as it started growing brighter and brighter.
"What the fuck, am I going to die!" I shouted.
The next second, all turned blank.
The room, which had just been illuminated, dimmed down.
The phone on the ground didn't show the text; however, the smiling emoji was still present.
A notification rang, showing that Vmatt had just posted his video.
........
"Urghh," I clutched my head. A sharp, stinging pain kept ringing in my brain.
'Where was I?' The thought formed in my head before it too got swallowed by the pain I was experiencing.
It took two minutes; however, the pain slowly slowed, letting me open my eyes.
A ceiling
I stared at it for a few seconds before looking around.
Huh?
The place was littered with bodies, different people... No, different students lay beside me unconscious.
'Is this an arcade?'
I didn't even know such an old-school arcade existed... 'Wait, arcade? Wasn't I just at home filling that out'?
"I didn't expect someone to wake up so early.".
The voice cut off all the thoughts that were going through my head.
Turning my head, I saw a student, same as me, playing a game. His shirt had long since torn open, showing off his buff physique and blood.
There was loads of blood on him.
"Are you going to keep staring?" he spoke unbothered, still focused on the game.
pop
"Fuck...I lost."
He turned towards me, and that was when realization kicked in. His long hair was slicked back. His right hand had the most blood on it.
A sharp memory played in my mind: this very same pose, the same lighting, the arcade center, and most of all, this man.
I knew him.
' Taesoo Ma '
The king of Ansan
He somehow also appeared a bit shocked as he looked at me, "You didn't have those before.". He stood up and continued, "Wanna fight?".
My pitch-black eyes with white sclera bore down on him. 'Fight?'.
I could finally comprehend.
'I am in lookism.'.
"Fight?" I spoke as I finally got up. This felt like a surreal dream, one that would pass if I closed my eyes. " Hell yeah, I want to fight."
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Buckle Up my readers because I am about to cook
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