Reality Quest: Lookism

The poll results came out and this fic has lost, so i will post 2 to 3 chapters a week, while on Patreon i will try to reach at least 9 advanced chapters.

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The tension in the cafeteria thickened as the lanky man with glasses and his group stood up, their slow, deliberate movements drawing attention.

Gun, who had been calmly eating, didn't react at first. He had already noticed them, but he chose to ignore their approach. His subordinates, however, weren't as indifferent. They stiffened slightly, their gazes sharpening as the opposing group made their way over.

Jin, still eating, observed the interaction in silence.

One of his cellmates exhaled through his nose, shaking his head.

"That guy's called Kwon Gichul. People call him 'Whip Arms.'"

Jin raised a brow slightly but didn't turn his head.

"Whip Arms?*"

The inmate nodded.

"He's got abnormally long arms and knows how to use them. He swings them like whips, leaving deep marks on his opponents. Hell, I heard he even tore a guy's skin clean off once."

Jin finally looked at the inmate in a calm expression, but internally, he was disgusted.

'This bastard sounds annoying.'

Meanwhile, Gun finally shifted his head, his gaze settling on the approaching group.

Gichul grinned crookedly, adjusting his glasses with a slow, exaggerated motion before speaking.

"Gun Park…" he drawled, his voice carrying through the cafeteria.

Gun didn't respond. He simply watched.

Gichul's grin widened.

"You've been causing quite a bit of trouble these past few days… beating up people left and right."

His tone was light, almost casual, but there was an underlying sharpness to it. His group spread out slightly behind him, their stances relaxed yet ready.

Gun finally set his chopsticks down, resting his forearm on the table as he looked up at the lanky man. His face betrayed nothing.

Jin, still watching, leaned back slightly.

Gun stood up, his expression as nonchalant as ever. He raised his head slightly to meet the gaze of the taller man in front of him.

"Join me." Gichu said, his grin sharp and full of arrogance.

"No." Gun's response was short, absolute.

The cafeteria seemed to hold its breath at the rejection. The inmates around them stopped eating, their eyes darting between the two figures. Gichu's smile twitched before his long arms whipped forward in an instant.

Shhhk!

Gun's torso was slashed, the fabric of his blue prison uniform tearing cleanly down the middle, exposing his well-defined chest. A faint red line appeared across his skin, but no real injury formed. It was more like a mark, a warning.

Gun had been pushed back slightly by the impact, his stance shifting as he absorbed the force. But he remained standing, feet planted firmly in his Kyokushin Karate defensive posture with his breathing steady.

From his seat, Jin raised a brow. 'That was fast. The arm whip attack has speed, but I can follow it easily. What's more interesting is Gun's durability. That was a good strike, and he not even flinched.'

Gichu narrowed his eyes. "You're a tough one. Let's see how long that lasts."

With a sharp pivot, Gichu twisted his body, his long arms snapping forward again. Gun took the blows head-on, his muscles tensing as each strike landed against his body. A loud smack echoed as another lash cut across his forearm, but Gun didn't even blink.

Then, he moved.

Gun's fist shot forward, a well executed Kyokushin straight punch slamming into Gichu's gut. The lanky man's body folded slightly, his breath catching in his throat as he staggered backward.

Gun didn't stop. He pressed forward, launching a powerful low kick aimed at Gichu's thigh. The impact sent a visible ripple through the taller man's leg, his knee buckling for a moment.

But Gichu wasn't just some random thug. He gritted his teeth, using his long reach to counter. His arm snapped out again, aiming directly for Gun's exposed ribs.

Gun didn't dodge.

The attack struck clean, a loud crack resounding as Gun's body was forced sideways. But instead of stumbling, he merely shifted his weight, twisting his body and retaliating with a devastating knee strike to Gichu's abdomen.

Boom!

Gichu was lifted slightly off the ground from the force, his feet barely touching the floor before he was sent skidding backward. He gasped, his grin replaced with a scowl.

From the side, one of the inmates leaned toward Jin, speaking in a hushed but excited tone.

"If Gun wins this, he'll probably take over Gichu's territory in the prison. That's how it works here. The strong run things. If Gichu loses, his boys are done for."

Jin simply nodded, watching as the cafeteria descended into full-blown chaos. The followers of both sides had begun brawling in the background, fists and trays flying. But his focus remained on the fight between the two leaders.

Gichu wiped his mouth and let out a breath, his frustration showing. He cracked his neck before rushing forward, this time using his arms like twin whips, striking from unpredictable angles.

Gun didn't move to avoid them. He took every single attack, his skin slowly collecting faint bruises and red welts.

'He really doesn't dodge at all…' Jin thought. 'He's just absorbing everything and countering with brutal strength.'

Gun stepped forward amidst the flurry of attacks, his hands moving with precision, then, swift left hook slammed into Gichu's side, the force bending his torso unnaturally. Another straight punch followed, striking him clean in the chest.

Gichu stumbled, but he swung his arms wildly in response, managing to land a strike across Gun's cheek. A thin cut formed, a small drop of blood trailing down his face.

For the first time in the fight, Gichu smirked.

"You're not invincible, huh?"

Gun didn't answer.

Instead, he shifted into a deeper stance and exhaled sharply. Then, he exploded forward.

A brutal Kyokushin elbow strike crashed into Gichu's sternum. Before the taller man could even register the pain, Gun followed up with a spinning low kick, sweeping his legs from beneath him.

Gichu hit the ground hard, but Gun didn't let him breathe. He stepped onto his chest, pinning him down before driving a hammer fist straight into his face.

BANG!

The cafeteria momentarily froze as the impact echoed.

Gichu's body twitched, his eyes fluttering as he tried to stay conscious. But Gun didn't stop. Another hammer fist. Then another. His expression remained empty, his strikes mechanical and ruthless.

The inmates watching felt a chill. This wasn't just a fight. It was a statement. Gun wasn't just beating Gichu, he was breaking him.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Gun stopped. He removed his foot from Gichu's chest and turned, his gaze sweeping across the cafeteria as if daring anyone else to step up.

No one moved.

The brawls in the background had died down, the other inmates realizing that their leader had lost. Gichu lay on the ground, groaning in pain, his body barely responding.

Jin exhaled, leaning back slightly. 'So this is the young Gun, huh? Ruthless, relentless, and built like a tank. This is definitely going to be interesting.'

Gun, without saying a single word, walked back to his seat, picked up his chopsticks, and resumed eating his meal as if nothing had happened.

The entire cafeteria remained silent for a few seconds before, one by one, the other inmates lowered their heads in acknowledgment.

Gun had won.

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