บท 1: Prologue: Rebirth of Michael Kang
Michael Kang had always known the world was unforgiving. Abandoned as a child in the chaotic streets of Seoul, he learned early on that kindness was a rare luxury. Every day was a battle, and survival was his only focus. The warmth of family, the security of a home—these were distant dreams, visible only from the sidelines as he watched others enjoy lives of comfort.
At school, while his classmates boasted about their bright futures and loving families, Michael kept to the shadows. He was invisible, blending in, calculating each move, ensuring his survival. His companions? Only his instincts and the brutal reality that no one cared about the weak.
One day, Michael's world shifted. An expensive, black car pulled up outside his dilapidated school. It drew everyone's attention as a well-dressed man stepped out, his gaze piercing through the crowd. He called Michael's name, and curiosity mixed with apprehension filled Michael's chest. Approaching cautiously, he prepared for the worst.
The man told him something that shattered everything Michael had known: he wasn't just an orphan. He was the illegitimate child of South Korea's wealthiest conglomerate—S Group. Suddenly, Michael's life of obscurity was replaced with unimaginable wealth and power. But with this newfound status came a price he wasn't prepared for.
Michael found himself thrown into a brutal competition for control of S Group. His half-siblings, who had grown up in privilege and luxury, despised him. To them, he was an outsider, a threat to their birthright.
Years passed in a cutthroat battle for dominance, each sibling scheming and betraying one another to be named the next Chairman. But Michael wasn't the weak, frightened child they had imagined. His childhood had taught him to survive in a world that showed no mercy, and he applied those lessons ruthlessly in the corporate battlefield. His heart grew colder with each victory, his emotions numb to the chaos around him.
One by one, Michael outmaneuvered his siblings. Where they relied on their wealth and connections, Michael used his intellect, street smarts, and sheer determination. In time, he claimed the throne of S Group. He became the Chairman of South Korea's most powerful conglomerate, but it brought no satisfaction.
Sitting in the grand office once occupied by his father, Michael felt nothing. The power he had fought so long for felt hollow, an empty achievement in a life defined by cold ambition. He had everything but felt emptier than ever before.
As years passed, Michael expanded S Group's influence worldwide. He forged alliances, crushed competitors, and amassed power unlike anything he had imagined as a child. But the void inside him grew deeper with each success.
In his mid-fifties, Michael came across a manhwa called Lookism. It was a chance discovery, one he had made while browsing the internet aimlessly to fill his time. The story took him by surprise. Lookism wasn't just about high school students; it was about power—both in the corporate world and on the streets. Characters fought not just with money but with their fists, raw strength and intelligence determining their standing.
For the first time in years, Michael felt a thrill. The world of Lookism wasn't so different from his own. In his life, power had been defined by wealth and corporate control, but here, it was earned through combat, strategy, and charisma. It was the type of challenge he had never faced—a world where personal strength could dictate one's influence.
As time went on, the allure of Lookism consumed him. He fantasized about living in that world, where strength was a currency just as valuable as money. But no matter how vivid his dreams became, time was relentless. Michael, now 85, could feel the weight of death approaching. He had lived a life of triumph but none of it had brought him the fulfillment he craved. Alone in his luxurious home, he closed his eyes, resigned to his fate.
When he opened them, he found himself standing in a realm beyond human comprehension. The ethereal light surrounding him was warm but powerful, and in front of him stood a being that radiated both mystery and dominance—a ROB (Random Omnipotent Being).
"Michael Kang," the ROB's voice echoed in the void, "you have lived a life of power, yet your heart remains unfulfilled. I have watched your journey, and I offer you a second chance."
Michael's eyes narrowed, his usual skepticism rising. "A second chance? At what?"
"A second chance at life—in the world of Lookism," the ROB smiled. "A world where power is more than money and influence, where you can fight for dominance in ways you never could before."
Michael's heart raced at the possibility. "What's the catch?"
"There is no catch," the ROB replied. "But I will grant you three gifts to ensure your success."
Michael's intrigue deepened. He leaned forward, eager to hear what these gifts would be.
"First," the ROB began, "I grant you Perfect Copy. Any skill or ability you witness can be flawlessly replicated, whether it's martial arts or corporate strategies."
Michael's mind whirled. In a world full of powerful fighters, he could quickly become the strongest by simply observing the best.
"Second," the ROB continued, "I bestow upon you Dead Calm. No matter the situation, your mind will remain perfectly composed, allowing you to think clearly and act with precision."
A calm mind would give him the edge in any fight, corporate or physical. He could outmaneuver his opponents with ease.
"And lastly," the ROB said with a glint in its eyes, "I grant you the blood of the Hanma. You will possess unparalleled physical strength and resilience, making you a formidable force in combat."
Michael felt a rush of anticipation. With Perfect Copy, Dead Calm, and the strength of the Hanma bloodline, he could dominate in the world of Lookism—a place where he could finally feel alive.
"Go now," the ROB concluded. "Seize your new life. The world of Lookism awaits."
Michael awoke in a modest apartment, his body young and full of energy. Gazing into the mirror, he saw the reflection of a 15-year-old boy staring back at him. His heart pounded with excitement. This was a fresh start—an opportunity to live in a world where power was earned not just in boardrooms, but on the streets.
Stepping out into the bustling streets of Seoul, Michael felt the thrill of this new life coursing through his veins. With his abilities—Perfect Copy, Dead Calm, and the strength of the Hanma—he was ready to rise once again. But this time, it wouldn't be for cold ambition or empty victories.
This time, he would fight for something real.
His second life had begun. Nothing would stand in his way.
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