I stood there, staring at my reflection in the glass window of a small convenience store. The neon lights flickered, casting a dim glow over my new body.
Sharp jawline. Smooth skin. Eyes that held an almost unnatural sharpness. This wasn't the frail, sleep-deprived face I had known all my life.
No.
I was different now.
Memories of my past life were intact—my knowledge, my experiences. But my body? It was something else entirely. Every movement felt effortless, as if my muscles responded with unnatural precision.
Then, there was the Nano Machine.
[Neural link established.]
A mechanical voice echoed in my mind, cold and precise.
[Diagnostics complete. User condition: Optimal.]
A flood of information rushed through me. My vision sharpened, details becoming crisp and clear. I could hear distant conversations, the rustle of wind against clothing, even the subtle shifts in people's postures as they walked past.
I clenched my fists.
This is real.
I was in Lookism.
The streets, the buildings—everything matched the Seoul I had seen countless times in the manhwa. The realization settled in my chest like a weight.
That meant characters from Lookism were here.
That meant I had a choice: stay in the shadows or change things.
A smirk tugged at my lips.
Like hell I'm staying in the background.
The First Encounter
I started walking, my mind already analyzing my surroundings.
What time period was I in? Was this before or after Daniel's transformation? If I wanted to make an impact, I needed to figure that out fast.
As I turned a corner, I noticed a group of thugs harassing a boy near an alleyway.
My eyes narrowed.
The boy was short, chubby, and wearing a school uniform that looked a little too familiar.
No way…
It was Daniel Park.
So, this was the beginning.
The moment everything started.
I watched as the bullies pushed him against the wall, laughing at his expense.
"What's wrong, pig?" One of them sneered. "You're in our way."
Daniel stammered, lowering his head. "S-Sorry…"
I felt a rush of irritation. I knew how much this moment would mess him up, how it would fuel his inferiority complex.
[Combat analysis activated.]
My vision adjusted, outlining their movements. My brain processed the fight before it even started. Every weakness, every predictable move—they were all exposed to me.
I stepped forward.
The leader noticed me first. "Who the hell are—"
I moved.
My fist struck his gut with pinpoint accuracy. The force lifted him off his feet before he crumpled to the ground, gasping for air.
The other two froze, their eyes wide.
I tilted my head. "Are we done?"
"Y-You bastard!" One of them swung at me.
[Slow-motion engaged.]
The world slowed. I easily sidestepped, grabbed his wrist, and twisted. A yelp of pain escaped his lips before I knocked him out with a swift strike to the temple.
The last guy took a step back. "Sh-Shit…!" He turned and ran.
I sighed, rolling my shoulders.
Too easy.
Daniel stared at me, eyes wide with disbelief. "W-Who are you…?"
I looked at him. The same insecure gaze, the same nervous posture. The boy who would one day become something greater.
I smiled.
"Just a passerby."
I turned to leave. I had done enough.
But before I could take another step, Daniel called out.
"Wait!"
I paused.
His hands clenched into fists. He looked like he wanted to say something—thank me, maybe—but instead, he hesitated.
I knew that look.
He's confused. Why would a total stranger help him?
I glanced at him over my shoulder. "Bullies like that? They'll keep coming unless you do something about it."
His expression darkened. He already knew that.
I continued walking, leaving him standing in the alley.
This was just the beginning.
Testing My Power
As I walked through the streets, I took a deep breath, letting everything settle.
I needed to understand my body's limits.
I found an empty park, dimly lit by a single streetlamp. This would do.
First, strength.
I clenched my fist and threw a punch at a tree.
A loud crack echoed as the bark splintered, a visible dent left behind.
I whistled. "Not bad."
Next, speed.
I dashed forward. The world blurred, and within seconds, I was on the other side of the park.
[Speed test complete. Reaction time: 0.03 seconds.]
I grinned. This was insane.
Flexing my fingers, I tried something else—muscle control. The Nano Machine allowed fine-tuned adjustments to my strength, reaction speed, and even healing capabilities.
This is basically a cheat code.
The real question was how far I could take this.
My fight earlier was nothing. If I wanted to go up against the likes of Gun, Goo, or even someone like Johan, I needed to master this body.
And I would.
I cracked my neck, excitement buzzing through me.
Time to get to work.
The next morning, I woke up to a flood of information from the Nano Machine.
[Body condition: Optimal.]
[Energy levels: Full.]
[Physical enhancements: Active.]
I sat up, stretching, and felt an unnatural flexibility in my muscles. No stiffness, no morning sluggishness—just pure efficiency.
It was still surreal. Yesterday, I had been an ordinary guy in my world. Now, I was inside Lookism, equipped with a body that felt almost too perfect.
I needed a plan.
If I was going to exist in this world, I had to figure out who I was now.
My Identity in Lookism
I walked over to a mirror. The face staring back at me was mine—but not exactly.
The god had given me a "perfect body," meaning I had flawless skin, a chiseled jawline, and sharp, well-proportioned features. My physique was lean but muscular, built like a professional fighter without looking bulky.
But none of that mattered if I had no background in this world.
I checked my pockets and found a student ID.
Name: Jinwoo Baek.
School: J High School.
I frowned. J High?
That meant I was in the same school as Daniel, Vasco, and Zack.
Interesting.
But there was still the matter of my third wish. The god had granted it without telling me what it was.
I focused.
[Nano Machine, analyze any foreign abilities within my body.]
[Searching…]
[Third wish detected: [Adaptive Fighting (Combat)]
My eyes widened.
[Adaptive Fighting: The ability to continuously improve physical, mental, and combat capabilities through experience. No limits detected.]
Holy shit.
That meant every fight, every struggle—everything would make me stronger. If I trained, I'd get better. If I fought, I'd adapt.
This wasn't just a perfect body. It was an unstoppable one.
A smirk formed on my lips.
This was going to be fun.
First Day at J High
I made my way to school, blending into the crowd. People glanced at me, some whispering.
"Who's that?"
"Is he a new student?"
"He looks… intense."
I ignored them. My priority was gathering information.
As I entered J High, I immediately noticed familiar faces.
Daniel was there, but something was different. He was tall, athletic, and confident—this was his second body.
He walked with an ease that made people step aside. The Daniel I knew from the beginning of the manhwa had been insecure and bullied. But this version? He was already becoming the center of attention.
I smirked. Right. This is the point where everything changes for him.
Zack Lee and Vasco were here too, each surrounded by their usual crowds. J High was exactly as I remembered, but now, I was in the middle of it.
Time to make my presence known.
Making an Impression
As I walked through the halls, I could feel people eyeing me. A tall, muscular guy blocked my path, his arms crossed.
"Hey, new guy."
I glanced at him. He was one of Zack Lee's boxing crew members, though I didn't remember his name.
"You look tough. You a fighter?" he asked.
I raised an eyebrow. "Why do you care?"
He smirked. "We don't like guys walking around like they own the place."
[Combat analysis activated.]
I could see it—his stance was solid, his weight shifted slightly forward. He had a boxer's build, meaning fast hands but limited grappling ability.
I stepped closer, just enough to make him feel uncomfortable. "And what do you want to do about it?"
His smirk faltered, but before he could say anything, a new voice cut in.
"Relax, man."
We both turned. Daniel Park stood nearby, watching us with an easy confidence.
"I don't think he's looking for trouble," Daniel said, nodding at me.
I studied him for a second. His posture, his tone—he wasn't nervous. He was standing his ground. This was the new Daniel.
I chuckled. "He's right. I'm not here to cause problems."
The boxer looked between us before scoffing. "Tch. Whatever. Just don't act cocky, new guy." He walked off.
I turned to Daniel. "Didn't expect you to step in."
He shrugged. "Didn't seem like a fair fight."
I grinned. "You sure about that?"
Daniel narrowed his eyes slightly but didn't push it. "What's your name?"
"Jinwoo Baek."
He nodded. "I'm Daniel Park."
"I know," I said casually.
His eyebrows rose. "You know me?"
"Hard not to. You're kinda famous around here."
Daniel blinked, then smiled. "Guess so."
We walked together for a bit, talking casually. I could tell he was studying me, trying to figure me out.
Good. That meant I had his attention.
This was only the beginning.
A New Reputation
By the time school ended, the rumors had already started.
"Jinwoo Baek? Who is he?"
"He stood up to Zack's crew on his first day."
"He's strong. Even Daniel seemed interested in him."
I smirked. I was making waves already.
If I was going to change things in this world, I needed power, influence, and allies.
And this was just the start.
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Chapter 2 done I don't know where this will go. but I will try