lookism x reality quest: No Rivals, No Equals

"I want to be reincarnated in a world that combines Lookism and Reality Quest. My first wish is to have a system. My second wish is to receive an overpowered starter pack. My third wish is to gain extreme understanding of all physical traits and anything combat related."

The mortal soul made his choice, selecting the world offered by the mysterious god before him, along with three wishes.

"Understood. Anything else?" The God asked.

"No, that's all."

"Then good luck on your journey."

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On the rooftop of a school building, a commotion was unfolding.

"You useless bastards couldn't even bring the money I asked for?"

A student shouted, standing in front of three others. Two were already on the ground, bloodied, bruised, and unconscious.

"These losers actually thought they'd get off easy, haha."

"I know, right? Did they think we'd just let it slide?"

"Chulwoo would probably kill them if he was here. Lucky for them, he's busy dealing with Dowan."

Laughter echoed as three other students watched from behind, clearly part of the bully's group.

"And you? Did you bring the money?" The student's voice now targeted the last remaining student, who stood with his back against the wall.

But unlike the others, this student showed no fear or nervousness. His eyes were distant, lost in thought.

'Mm, a classic bullying scenario.'

Kenzo thought, not expecting to find himself in this situation immediately after reincarnating.

'Name: Kenzo. Age: 17. Lives alone in an apartment. No family.'

This was the information he had from the previous owner of this body. The name, age, and family situation were identical to his past life. The difference? He had never been a victim to bullying..

'Anyway... System, you there?'

[Yes, Host.]

'Open my starter pack.'

[Opening starter pack:]

[Flash Step (100% mastery under the stage), Iron Body (Fused), Extreme Flexibility (Fused), God of Blackfield's Aura and Combat Experience (Fused), Black Card.]

'Overpowered, but not broken.' Kenzo thought, analyzing his rewards. They weren't as overpowered as he had imagined, but he could make full use of them.

"Hey, bastard! Are you ignoring me?"

The bully's voice snapped Kenzo out of his thoughts.

Kenzo looked up at the student's furious face. The previous owner of this body would have been trembling. But now, he was Kenzo. Things would be different, starting now.

'Four... Four soon-to-be broken students.'

Kenzo's expression remained blank as he sized up the bully in front of him and his three lackeys behind him.

"Huh?" The bully sneered. "Who the hell are you glaring at?"

Kenzo's cold stare only made him angrier. The idea that this loser dared to look at him like that was infuriating.

"Looks like you need to be taught a lesson-"

As the bully stepped forward, his words were cut off. A loud impact rang out.

He was on the ground.

A large crack had formed beneath his face from the sheer force of the impact. He was out cold.

"Huh?"

The mocking smiles on the three remaining students vanished, replaced with stunned expressions as they processed what had just happened.

"This bastar-"

The student in the middle tried to speak but froze.

"You don't think I'm weak, do you?"

A voice whispered behind him.

His mouth hung open, his eyes bulging in shock. Pain shot through his body as the air was knocked from his lungs.

A fist mark was visible on his stomach as he collapsed to the ground.

'What… When did he....'

The last two students looked at the fallen bodies of their friends in shock, unable to comprehend what was happening. The weak, frail student they had bullied all this time had transformed into something else entirely.

And how? How had he moved behind them so fast? It was as if he had teleported.

Their bodies began to tremble.

Fear.

A cold, suffocating fear gripped their hearts. Sweat dripped down their faces.

"Y-"

One of them tried to speak but was suddenly lifted off his feet.

"You talk too much."

A voice reached his ears just before an impact sent him flying across the rooftop. He crashed into the concrete wall near the rooftop door. The impact cracked the wall, spiderweb fractures spreading outward.

Blood spilled from his mouth. He slumped to the ground, motionless.

"You mentioned the name Chulwoo. As in Chulwoo Min?" Kenzo turned his gaze to the last standing student, his voice calm and unfazed.

The student, however, was trembling. His face was filled with terror.

Kenzo recognized the name. Chulwoo Min. A known bully from Reality Quest. The previous owner of this body had suffered at his hands. Chulwoo was also the one who tormented Dowan, the protagonist of Reality Quest, forcing him to act as his personal game shuttle.

And if Kenzo recalled correctly, Dowan was in his class, so Chulwoo should be there.

"Hey, I asked you a question."

The student flinched, but the weight of the moment forced a response from him.

"Y-yes!" His voice shaky.

That was all Kenzo needed to hear.

In an instant, he stepped forward, appearing right in front of the terrified student.

"Unlucky to be last, huh?" His words confused the student, until Kenzo moved.

A precise, blurring motion, a right blade hand strike, landed on the student's throat. His mouth gaped open, his tongue hanging out as his breath was cut off.

Kenzo followed with a sharp, rising kick to the chin. The student's mouth clamped shut, severing his tongue in the process. Blood sprayed from his mouth as his eyes rolled back. He collapsed, motionless, as blood pooled beneath him.

Each student had gone down in a single strike.

Kenzo had used Flash Step, a broken movement technique allowing him to cover long distances in a single step, appearing to teleport.

Iron Body had already transformed him the moment he received it. His bones, organs, and skin had hardened to the density of iron, making him nearly inhuman.

And then there was the God of Blackfield's Aura and Combat Experience, abilities from Kang Chan, the God of Blackfield himself. Kenzo could unleash an overwhelming, deathly aura and had combat experience that allowed him to fight like a seasoned warrior.

His extreme understanding had already been put to use. The first student? He had simply pinched the fabric of his shirt, redirecting force downward and smashing his face into the ground, a perfected and better Aikido technique. 

Understanding wasn't just about copying. It was about mastery.

Copying is surface level, but understanding is deep. Copying a technique means you replicate its movements, often without grasping the principles that make it effective. But true understanding? That allows for refinement, adaptation, and evolution.

Kenzo didn't just mimic Aikido, he dissected its mechanics, stripped away inefficiencies, and rebuilt it into something sharper, deadlier. While others imitated what they saw, he grasped the essence, force redirection, leverage, balance manipulation. That's why his version was superior.

When you only copy, you're limited by the original. When you understand, you surpass it.

[Task Assigned: Find and Destroy Chulwoo Min.]

Kenzo glanced at the prompt that appeared before his eyes.

'Got it. I already know where he is.'

He recalled one of the students mentioning that Chulwoo was dealing with Dowan. That meant he was in his classroom.

Without wasting time, Kenzo turned and headed back inside.

His real journey was just beginning.