Merry Christmas! Again, I'm not religious, but I won't oppose a cheerful and festive mood. Anyways, I hope you guys have a wonderful day. Remember! When in doubt, Do the Opposite of Lance Lee! Thank you all for supporting me, because I honestly might've dropped this after chapter 3, so yeah. Stay safe, and always try to make a positive impact in the world, no matter how small. Enjoy this chapter. Also, I'll be checking by 12 p.m. tomorrow (Central Time)! If there's 50 powerstones, the bonus 2,500+ word chapter with Lance's first fight scene will be dropped by 5 p.m., so drop those powerstones! Also, every 5 PS past 50 will directly earn another chapter! In addition, the top 10 in the Fandom rankings will get to vote to customize an oc that joins Lance throughout the entirety of the story! Santa? F*ck Santa!! I'm the one bringing gifts!
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[Unknown Location – Lance POV]
"Yeeeeessss!!!" I yell, holding my fist up in the iconic Rocky pose. Speaking of Rocky, I just saw a trailer for Rocky 9. I'm gonna go see it as soon as I can…
Anywho, currently, I just realized something. I'm bored. Not scared, bored. And I didn't even catch when the shift in my thought process occurred.
But either way, it doesn't matter, right? I succeeded in my goal.
For the next few days, I worked out a rhythm to train my senses and my fear of pain at the same time. I would slash my body repeatedly with knives, and I would go to the local batting cages to train my senses.
After around 36 hours, my senses underwent a final massive change, fully altering how I perceive the world. My fear of pain also vanished. So much so, in fact, that I might actually lean towards 'M' rather than 'S' in bed, if you know what I mean.
Anyways, I could see the world without my eyes. Think live-action Daredevil for reference, except my world isn't red. It's blinding white.
My smell, sight, touch, and hearing all blended together beyond human limits, allowing me to see better with my 6th sense—which I've decided to call The White—than I ever could see with my eyes.
"Hell fuckin' yeah!" I shout again, overwhelmed with a sense of accomplishment, and the thrill and excitement of getting stronger.
I think I might be turning into a Saiyan, I muse with a chuckle. Although, there's nothing wrong with being a Multiversal Powerhouse.
I start to walk home, hands in my pockets, when a sight unfolding in front of me causes me to stop dead in my tracks.
"HELP! Let go, you crazy fucker! Let go of m—," a woman's voice, breathless and strained, sounds out from a dark back alley.
Around 20 high school kids dressed like wannabe gangsters are circling around an extremely ugly-looking teen—presumably their leader—who has a girl with pink hair to her shoulders, and is dressed in a hoodie pinned against the grimy, dirty alleyway wall.
AH! That's it! One thing that feels like a right of passage for any manhwa, manga, or anime or the likes.
The cliché scene where one or more cringe-inducing thug wannabes gang up on a mysterious girl, who is usually gorgeous, and drop a cringe line like–
"Why are you struggling so hard, baby? I promise I'll make you feel good!" the leader says sleazily, licking his lips.
I nod. That's it. It's almost like he read my mind. It's a classic Isekei MC moment, that often dictates the true start of the transmigration storyline, and kicks off the plot.
"You filthy piece of shit! Have you even looked in the mirror?!" the girl says defiantly. "It's like your mom's genes were fighting your dad's genes to see who's uglier! But the only loser was you!"
Damn. I think, my eyebrows raising.That... was a great insult. I'm gonna use that one. Respect.
She says this while glaring at the thug, whose face contorts into one of pure rage. He raises his hand, and something flashes silver in the darkness.
A knife, I think. It's a bit overkill, but then again, I'm not one to judge. Overkill will be mercy for my opponents.
"You bitch!" the thug snarls. "I was originally planning to have some fun with you and pass you around with the guys... but now, I just wanna kill you!"
He yells that last part out loud, thrusting the knife toward the short girl's chest. Time seems to slow down, and I think, well, it's hero time, before jumping in at full power to intervene.
The girl squeezes her eyes shut, fearing the worst, but only feels a slight breeze. Then comes the unmistakable sound of a blade entering flesh and a vague notion of someone moving in front of her.
[Sally Park's POV]
When the guy started to thrust the knife, I thought it was over. Warren had gone to get some food, and I had promised him not to wander off, even though I did anyway. I thought it was over. That I was really gonna die.
But then a breeze, along with the sensation of someone moving in front of me, was followed by the distinct sound of a knife piercing flesh. My first thought was that I'm alive; my next was panic.
"Warren!" I shout, opening my eyes.
But the figure that greeted my eyes wasn't Warren. No. Standing in front of me was an extremely tall kid, younger than me, I think.
I couldn't see his face because his back was toward me, but I got the feeling that he was handsome. His arms and back were visible through his white tank top, and, my god is his body sexy.
My next thoughts were, Sally, focus! Even if he does have an amazing, gorgeous, perfect body, beautiful hair, and is tall...
A few splatters of blood yank me from ogling his body.
Oh! oh my god! He just jumped in front of me and took that knife!
Normally, after my expiriences, a knife wound and blood wouldn't phase me.
But the surprise of it happening so suddenly, with my brain being distracted by the divine masterpiece in front of me... yeah. I was caught off guard.
Suddenly, the boy turns and looks at me, and I'm stunned. How can someone be so... perfect?
"Gorgeous..." I whisper.
The angelic lookimg boy grins, and my heart nearly stops.
Even Eli doesn't come close to this kid.
"Senior, I'm sorry. I think you must have mistaken me," he says, a confident smirk on his flawless face. "My name isn't Warren, or Gorgeous. But... if Gorgeous works for you, I don't mind one bit."
He says this, winking one of his mesmerizing scarlet eyes. Oh god, I think my heart pounding and my face is heating up.
Sorry, Eli, but I think I'm in love. With a younger man no less...
. [CHAPTER END]