Vroooom! Vroooom! Vroom!
Vehicles sped through the bustling streets of Fiari, the smallest and farthest neighborhood on the outskirts of Irish City. Life here was gritty but vibrant. Vendors lined the sidewalks, selling roasted corn, knock-off sneakers, and steaming bowls of soup. Locals bargained animatedly, their voices rising over the background noise of honking horns and revving engines.
In a modest apartment overlooking the chaos, Pedri Nicko sat by the window, lacing up his boxing shoes. The city's pulse was a familiar rhythm to him—busy, noisy, and alive. His blue eyes shone with readiness for a boxing challenge.
'I am fit. I can feel it for myself.' Pedri thoughts were fully convinced for readiness. Suddenly, the buzz of his phone broke his concentration. Ngrrrrr! Ngrrrrr!
He grabbed the phone, glancing at the screen. A smirk crossed his face as he saw the caller ID. "Carlos," he answered. "What's up, boss?"
"Pedri, my man!" Carlos's voice boomed on the other end. "You ready for tonight? Fiari's buzzing! The match is sold out, and the National Media TV crew just set up their cameras. This is big!"
Pedri chuckled, stretching his arms. "Don't worry about me. I'm as ready as ever. Hope you've got the champagne chilled for when I win."
Carlos laughed. "Champagne? More like energy drinks. But listen, this isn't just a friendly match. Sponsors, scouts—everyone's watching. This is your chance to remind them who you are."
Pedri leaned back in his chair, his blue eyes steady. "I know what's at stake, Carlos. Just make sure my gloves are ready."
"Gloves are the least of your worries, champ. That silver-haired kid Seski? He's fast. Don't underestimate him."
"I've got this," Pedri said confidently. "See you at the arena."
Carlos hung up, leaving Pedri to his thoughts.
"Scouts? Sponcers? This must be chance out. The heavenly father, the son and Holy Spirit, guide me win by a big margin. This is really a test, isn't it...? I can't imagine. Wow!" Pedri uttered to himself.
He had already honored the challenge. The confident under him could be felt that he was no more a lose. Actually, Pedri thought that this was the only way to be spotted by the scouts from big clubs nationally and maybe internationally.
"I have to use this opportunity to come to the top and shine. I have to do it carefully! I have lived in the streets for long for sure. I pray to the most High to grant me this opportunity. Haa?!" Pedri lowered his head and raising his right hand up with the gloves while the other hand holding at the chest.
However, Pedri walked on the balcony after making the tea bills. He stared on the busy street with his hand holding the chin. A lot of big dreams flooded his minds with a bright future; live in the city, have someone by his side..."haaa..aa" Pedri plans left him a cool laughter.
To be honest, if Pedri will have the opportunity out, then his painful past will skip his time to time torture. The traffic accident that ended up the life of his parents and siblings with only him that survived narrowly.
This always torments Pedri and more enough when his relatives kicked him out and took over his parents wealth distributing amongst themselves. Pedri ended up a fight to the survival on the street, but remained focused picking litter and scrapes in oder to earn something.
At the age of 16 years old Pedri had the opportunity to join a junior underground boxing convincing himself one day things mighty turn around through boxing. However, the management was cruel and most of his friends all along couldn't tolerate.
That means Pedri unfotunes continued until he ended up participating in streets boxing challenges but no wages a times. But Pedri never went down upon himself as an orphan. That one remained with him as for no one from his relative bothered to look for him despite tearing the wealth he was supposed to rightfully inherit.
To leave that aside, the streets of Fiari were even busier as Pedri made his way to the arena. The crowd outside was a sea of blue and green—his supporters in blue shirts, Seski's fans in green hoodies. The rivalry was intense, with chants echoing through the air.
"Pedri! Knock him out!" shouted a fan, waving a handmade sign.
Another added, "Seski better have life insurance haaah!"
A group of Seski's fans laughed. "Life insurance? Pedri's gonna need a retirement plan!"
The banter fueled the excitement as Pedri entered the Fiari Arena, a hidden gem tucked behind a row of old shops. Inside, the atmosphere was electric. Fans filled the seats, waving banners and shouting slogans. Commentators sat ringside, their voices booming through the speakers.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight's showdown!" one commentator announced. "In the blue corner, we have the veteran fighter, the rising boxer of Fiari, Pedri Nickooooo!"
The crowd erupted, Pedri's supporters cheering wildly. " Pedri! Pedri!Pedri!Pedri!"
"And in the green corner," the second commentator continued, "we have the young rising star, the silver-haired sensation, Seskiiiiiii!"
Seski entered the ring, playing to his fans with a confident grin. His green eyes sparkled under the arena lights as he shadowboxed, showcasing his speed.
Pedri followed, his towering frame exuding quiet confidence. His black-short hair glistened with sweat, and his piercing blue eyes locked onto Seski like a predator sizing up its prey.
The referee stepped forward. "Keep it clean, gentlemen. Touch gloves and return to your corners."
The bell rang, and the friendly match began.
Seski darted forward, throwing rapid jabs. His youthful energy was on full display as he danced around Pedri.
"Look at that speed!" one commentator exclaimed.
"But Pedri's not rushing," the other chimed in. "He's waiting for the right moment. That's the experience of his style."
Pedri absorbed Seski's early attacks, biding his time. When Seski overextended with a jab, Pedri countered with a powerful hook to the ribs.
The crowd erupted as Seski stumbled back, clutching his side.
"Too slow, kid," Pedri taunted, his voice carrying over the noise.
The fight continued with both men trading blows. By the final round, Pedri's experience proved too much. A devastating uppercut sent Seski crashing to the mat.
"Knockout!" the commentator shouted. "Pedriiii Nicko wins!"
The arena exploded with cheers as Pedri raised his fists in victory. Fans swarmed the ring, shouting his name.
But something felt off. As Pedri scanned the crowd, he realized Carlos was nowhere to be seen."Where's Carlos my manager?" he asked a stagehand.
The young man shrugged. "Haven't seen him in the some few minutes to time."
Pushing the unease aside, Pedri changed into casual clothes and left the arena alone guessing something strange. The streets of Fiari were quieter now, the fans dispersed. He walked toward the taxi stage, the distant glow of streetlights illuminating his path.
As he turned a corner, three men stepped out of the shadows.
"Nice fight, champ," one said, cracking his knuckles. "Too bad it's your last..."
Before Pedri could react, they attacked. Fists and boots pummeled him, each blow landing with brutal precision. They continued hitting him up with metal rods and chains on the back and ended breaking up his legs.
"Carlos sends his regards," one of the men sneered as Pedri collapsed onto the pavement.
Darkness enveloped him. His body lay broken on the cold ground, his mind drifting into unconsciousness.
Then, a strange mechanical sound pierced the silence.
[Ding! Congratulations, host! You have been chosen by the Legendary Boxing System.]
Pedri's eyes fluttered open with a lot of pain, his vision blurry. "W-what… who's there? Someone help ooh..." he mumbled.
[Task: Complete missions to unlock rewards. Quick Healing Protocol initiated.]
A warm sensation spread through his body, dulling the pain. Pedri groaned, his mind reeling. "What… is this? Am I dying?"
[Scanning host… injuries detected: multiple fractures, internal bleeding, severe trauma. Commencing recovery.]
The excruciating pain faded, replaced by a tingling warmth. Pedri stared at his hands, now functional despite the bruises.
"This… this isn't real," he whispered. The system had been triggered by the incident and its up to give Pedri the chance to his fate.
[Mission Complete. Host recovery: 78%. Additional missions required for full restoration. Do the Host accept the mission from the system? Yes> to accept. No> decline. The host has to make the choice.]
"Who are you? Come over now! Are you sent to finish me up?" Pedri shouted.
[It's detected that the host doesn't know about the System. It's an otherworldly and like supernatural aimed in helping hardworking being back on their feet and guarantee them success.]
Pedri sat up, trembling. "What the hell is happening to me? Okay, give me some minutes to make my choice whether I accept or decline. Kindly I beg?"
[The host has to communicate through mind imagination. In case of any issue, the Host have to imagine and the system will detect and offer response instant! This is for security reasons]
After a few minutes Pedri decided to give a try by accepting. 'Yes' he imagined and instantly the voice of the system echoed in his mind.
[Congrats! Welcome to the Legendary Boxing System, host. Your journey begins now. 1st mission loading...wait.]