LOOKISM - OVERPOWERD [DROPPED]

ch 3 : new master (1/2)

Authors note: hey yall hope you are doing ok. Ill get to the main tropic
I have changed my writing style a bit and about oc's appearance his hair isnt that long but only up to his shoulder.

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**Chapter 3**

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Lin exhaled, a sound that carried both determination and a weary resignation. His immediate imperative was to acclimate to Seoul, to amass the tools necessary for navigating this unfamiliar terrain. The system's directive was clear: explore, gather intelligence, and cultivate connections. The first step was obvious-a smartphone and a laptop. With these devices, he could map the city, decipher its labyrinthine structure, and locate the key figures of the Lookism universe. He consulted his inventory once more, verifying the presence of the black card, birth certificate, and citizenship.

"Let us begin," he murmured, squaring his shoulders as he moved towards the door.

The morning sun was beginning its ascent as he emerged onto the street. Vendors were erecting their stalls, their wares promising a cornucopia of sensory experiences. The aroma of freshly baked bread and percolating coffee filled the air, a simple, comforting tableau. Lin allowed himself a brief respite, a moment to savor this ordinary tranquility before the extraordinary challenges ahead.

His destination was a nearby electronics emporium, a brightly lit cavern of technological marvels. Shelves lined with the latest gadgets stretched out before him like a digital wonderland, each device promising to unlock new realms of possibility.

A clerk, their face a mask of practiced cheer, approached. "Good morning! How may I assist you today?"

"I require a smartphone and a laptop," Lin replied, his voice flat, devoid of emotion.

Two days had passed since Lin's arrival in this strange new world. The city was still a tapestry of unfamiliar sights and sounds, but his body was beginning to adapt to its rhythm. The first day had been consumed by exploration and imitation. He had wandered the streets, absorbing the city's pulse. The next day was spent mimicking the fluid movements of professional fighters, his ability to copy their techniques honed to near perfection. Hours in the library devouring books took more time than he had anticipated.

Now, a shrill electronic cacophony jolted him awake.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!

Stopping the alarm clock, Lin exhaled a sigh. His routine, dictated by the system, had begun. He had to first run 10 km, then do 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, and 100 squats, all before having breakfast and showering by 10 am. Then he would sit and watch fights of professional martial artists, mimicking and memorizing their moves thanks to the copy skill granted to him.

Three months had passed since Lin had stepped foot into the PTJ universe. Though initially unfamiliar and awkward, many aspects of this new world had become second nature to him. Having thousands of skills in his arsenal proved to be more helpful than Lin had initially thought. Copying moves alone wouldn't suffice in a real fight; he needed actual combat experience. This led him to regularly confront local thugs who, thanks to his physical capabilities and copied techniques, were no match for him. Their tendency to let their guard down gave him a distinct advantage. To Lin, they were no more than training dummies.

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**One Night**

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Lin's POV

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'First, a cross jab to the left cheek of the unsuspecting opponent, discombobulating him. He tries to take a wild swing; block it with the elbow, then a straight punch to his left chest. As he tries to clutch his chest while bending, break his nose with your knee, dislocate his jaw, and fracture his ribs. At last, deliver a heel kick to his solar plexus, knocking him out.' were Lin's thought as he performed them.

Standing over the unconscious man was none other than Lin himself, surrounded by at least 20 more bodies. It was a scene of utter devastation. As Lin was leaving his "playground," one of the thugs shouted, "Monster! Why did you attack us? What did we do to you?"

Lin turned, a cold smile playing on his lips. "You see, I'm not a monster. I'm just ahead of others ."

Upon reaching his apartment, he addressed the system. "How much of the quest has been completed?"

"Ninety percent of your quest has been completed," the system responded. "The only thing left is to meet a character from the PTJ verse, which should not be a problem," Lin thought as he reviewed the next quest.

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**Quest 2:**

**Objective:** Get trained by a PTJ character

**Reward:** ???

**Penalty:** Removal of copy ability

**Time limit:** 6 months

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With the dawn, Lin took a bus to meet his future master. Two hours later, he stood in front of a dojo, the sounds of children training emanating from within. The building exuded an air of discipline and tradition, its wooden facade a testament to years of rigorous practice and dedication. Lin entered the Taekwondo dojo, his heart pounding with anticipation.

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**STORY ENDS HERE**