Systemism

First Quest (2)

Su Jin: Isn't that person related to an Executive?

In West Seoul High, a group called the Workers had its clutches on the school.

Workers:

Head: ???
No 2: Gum Nam
No 3: ???
No 4: ???

And how was Angel related to all this?

Angel: Sister of No 3. (???)

Su Jin: I'll never be able to finish the quest...

<Quest Update!>

<Meet Angel (3 h 59 m 59s)>
<Warning!>
<Failure to proceed with the quest will result in termination!>

Su Jin: Well that sucks.

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<First Quest!>

<Improve your position in the gym!>

<Current position: 14th>

<Get to 12th: 1 Silver Card>
<Get to 10th: 1 Gold Card>

<Time Left: 1w>

Myul: My stats were... B?

Myul: 177 cm, 68 kg

Strength: B+ Speed: B+ Potential: A+ Intelligence: C Endurance: B

[B+ / B+ / A+ / C / B]

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Myul: Hey man? Wanna spar?

<Subquest: Win against...>

???: Hm?

A boy with black hair and red streaks looked up at Myul.

???: Sure.

<10th: Jin Na>

Jin Na: ???, ???

Strength: ??? Speed: ??? Potential: ??? Intelligence: ??? Endurance: ???

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North Seoul High

Hyeonwoo: A gym...
"Are you finally gonna move up?! Get back what you deserve!"
Hyeonwoo: Tempting...

Flashback

<Main Quest!>

<Go back to your original prowess!>

<1. Gain 20 kilogrammes of weight!>
<Reward: Restriction on existing arts are decreased!>
<2.  ???>
<3. ???>

Hyeonwoo: Huh. That's fun.

<Attack Card: ???> (Locked)
<Attack Card: ???> (Locked)
<Attack Card: ???> (Locked)
<Attack Card: ???> (Locked)

<Current Weight: 70 kg>
<Target Weight: 90 kg>

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Hyeonwoo: A gym should be fine.

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[Jin Na] vs [Myul]

Myul started with a low kick, his shin whipping through the air toward Jin Na's calf. Jin Na, a seasoned boxer, saw it coming and swiftly stepped back, the kick barely grazing his leg.

Jin Na: Not bad, but you'll have to do better than that.

Jin Na countered with a lightning-fast jab aimed at Myul's face. Myul ducked, feeling the rush of air as the punch missed him by inches. He responded with a knee strike to Jin Na's midsection. Jin Na blocked the knee with his forearm and pivoted, launching a powerful right hook.

The punch connected, sending Myul staggering back. Myul shook his head, clearing the stars from his vision. He couldn't afford to take many more hits like that. He darted forward with a series of rapid punches, mixing in elbows and knees, leveraging his lethwei skills.

Jin Na weaved and dodged, blocking some strikes and absorbing others. He could feel the sting of Myul's elbows and the force of his punches. Despite his pain, Jin Na saw an opening and landed a crushing uppercut on Myul's jaw. Myul's head snapped back, and he stumbled, blood trickling from his lip.

Myul: You're strong.

Gritting his teeth, Myul shifted his stance and attacked with renewed vigor. He threw a feint with his left hand, drawing Jin Na's guard high, then slammed a brutal elbow into Jin Na's ribs. Jin Na grunted, feeling the wind knocked out of him. Myul followed up with a headbutt, a staple of lethwei, catching Jin Na off guard.

Jin Na fell to one knee, gasping for breath. Myul saw his chance and launched a spinning back fist. Jin Na barely managed to roll away, the force of the blow brushing his shoulder. He got back to his feet, eyes blazing with determination.

Jin Na: Let's finish this.

With a burst of speed, Jin Na closed the distance, throwing a flurry of punches aimed at Myul's head and body. Myul blocked and parried as best he could, but Jin Na's superior strength was overwhelming. Myul's arms felt like lead, and his vision began to blur.

Desperation fueled Myul's next move. He feigned a retreat, baiting Jin Na forward. As Jin Na lunged with a powerful right cross, Myul slipped inside the punch and drove his knee upward into Jin Na's solar plexus. The impact was devastating, and Jin Na doubled over, gasping for air.

Seizing the moment, Myul wrapped his arm around Jin Na's neck, pulling him into a tight clinch. With a roar, he lifted Jin Na off the ground and slammed him onto the mat, the gym echoing with the sound of their bodies colliding.

Jin Na tried to rise, but his strength was spent. Myul, barely standing himself, took a deep breath and delivered a final, decisive elbow strike to Jin Na's temple. Jin Na collapsed, unconscious.

Myul: Finally...

Breathing heavily, Myul stood over his fallen opponent, bruised and bloodied but victorious. The gym was silent, save for the sound of his ragged breaths. He had won, but it had taken everything he had.

<Quest Complete!>

<Calibrating new rank!>

<14th --> 9th>

<You received a gold card!>

Myul (panting): Claim.
Jin Na (panting): Huh?
Myul (panting): My c-catchphrase...