Systemism

First Quest (3)

Su Jin: Finally!

He saw her. Her black hair was luscious and her terawatt smile lifted the mood of everyone around her.

Su Jin: How do I approach her?
???: Approach who?
Su Jin: Huh? Oh.

Su Jin's body froze up. The voice was all too familiar. It was him. The fat idiot.

Su Jin (thinking): Peek At You.

Changdong Choi

Strength: C+
Speed: D
Potential: F
Intelligence: D
Endurance: C

<Subquest!>

<Land a hit on->

Su Jin spun around awkwardly, elbowing Changdong's chin.

<You have received 1 silver card!>

Su Jin: Claim!
Changdong: You brat!

<Boxing - Jab>
<Skill Rank: F (0/100)>
<Allows the user to use Jab from Boxing>

<You used Jab!>

<Jab's proficiency has risen!>

<You used Jab!><You used Jab!><You used Jab!><You used Jab!><You used Jab!><You used Jab!><You used Jab!><You used Jab!>

<Jab's proficiency has risen greatly!>

<You used Jab!>

Changdong fell to the ground after his face was pulverized.

<You have defeated Changdong!>

<Reward: 1 Gold Card!>

Su Jin (quietly): Claim.

<Maximum Capacity>
<Increases Weight of user by 100 kg for 7 seconds>

Angel: Wow.

<You have met Angel!>

<Reward: 1 Gold Card>

Su Jin (quietly): Claim

<Dempsey Roll - Boxing>
<Skill Rank: F>
<A defensive technique in boxing>

Su Jin: Yeah?

*========*

Gym Coach: Not bad! Have you trained before?

Hyeonwoo: Middle school.

Hyeonwoo's answer was curt, but his eyes held a glimmer of nostalgia. He remembered the days of rigorous training, the sweat, the bruises, and the exhilaration of every match. It was a time when he was at his peak, a time he longed to return to.

???: That's amazing! Don't worry! We'll help you!

A cheerful voice broke Hyeonwoo's reverie. He turned to see a fellow student, a boy about his age with an infectious smile and an enthusiastic demeanour. The boy extended his hand, introducing himself.

???: I'm Jisoo, by the way. You impressed everyone today.

Hyeonwoo shook Jisoo's hand, feeling a sense of camaraderie he hadn't felt in years. Jisoo's energy was contagious, and it was clear he was genuinely excited to help.

Jisoo: We've got a solid training group here. We'll make sure you get back in shape in no time.

Hyeonwoo nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. It had been a long time since he felt part of a team. The thought of regaining his former prowess was thrilling.

Gym Coach: Jisoo's right. You have a lot of potential. With some hard work and dedication, you'll be back to your best in no time.

The coach's words were reassuring, and Hyeonwoo felt a renewed sense of determination. He was ready to put in the effort, to push his limits, and to reclaim his place at the top.

Hyeonwoo: Thanks. I appreciate it.

Jisoo: No problem! Let's start with some basic drills and work our way up. We train hard, but we also support each other. You're in good hands.

As Hyeonwoo followed Jisoo to the training area, he felt a surge of hope. The road ahead would be challenging, but he wasn't alone. With the support of his new friends and his unwavering determination, Hyeonwoo knew he could overcome any obstacle. This was just the beginning of his comeback.

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"Those guys were strong, huh?"

Hyeonwoo glanced at the group of boys who had just left the gym, their confident strides and easy camaraderie a stark contrast to his solitary presence. They were the top athletes of North Seoul High, and their skills were honed through years of relentless training.

Hyeonwoo: Those guys are in their Bs.

He said it matter-of-factly, but there was a hint of regret in his voice. He knew the letter grades represented more than just skill—they were a testament to the dedication and hard work that these athletes had put in over the years.

"If you didn't stop in middle school—"

Hyeonwoo: Yes, I could have destroyed them.

The interruption was almost automatic, a reflex born of frustration and self-awareness. He remembered his middle school days vividly—how he had dominated every opponent, his name whispered in awe and fear. But those days felt like a distant dream now, interrupted by circumstances beyond his control.

<Peek At You>
<Skill Rank: F (83/100)>

He activated the skill almost unconsciously, the familiar sensation of analyzing another's abilities washing over him. The numbers and stats floated in his mind, a stark reminder of where he had once been and where he needed to go.

As he watched the athletes train, Hyeonwoo couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. They were at their prime, their bodies conditioned to perfection. Yet, there was also a flicker of hope. He was determined to surpass them, to reclaim his former glory.

His mind wandered back to the past, to the time when he was unbeatable. He remembered the thrill of victory, the rush of adrenaline, the cheers of the crowd. Those memories fueled his resolve, and he knew that with enough effort, he could reach that level again—and beyond.

Hyeonwoo: It's not too late. I can still make it.

The words were barely audible, but they resonated deeply within him. He clenched his fists, feeling the familiar surge of determination. The journey ahead would be arduous, but he was ready to face it head-on.

Jisoo: Hey, Hyeonwoo! Ready for the next drill?

Jisoo's voice brought him back to the present. Hyeonwoo nodded a newfound fire in his eyes. He would train harder than ever, push his limits, and break through the barriers that held him back.

Hyeonwoo: Yeah, let's do this.

As he joined his new friends in the next drill, Hyeonwoo felt a sense of belonging. He wasn't alone in this journey. With the support of his teammates and his relentless drive, he knew he could achieve anything.

The path to greatness lay ahead, and Hyeonwoo was ready to walk it, one step at a time.