3 Chapter 3 : Megalo Box

James then woke up in an old alleyway at the same time as two other young men, the first was a little chubby and had blond hair, the second was a thin Asian boy wearing a pair of glasses.

The three of them looked at each other for a moment before looking ahead of them, for they had each received the task to be done.

[Surviving for two months]

[Reward: 100PT]

"Survive for two months? The task is that simple?"

James saw the surprise in the eyes of the other two.

It was too easy a task and judging by the car noises and the tarmac road further, this world seemed to be a relatively safe modern world.

The Asian boy then looked at James and the young man chubby before saying

"Survive for two months? the task is that simple?"

The Asian boy then looked at James and the young man chubby before saying

"This is my third world and you?"

"It's my third, too." Says the chubby young man

Then they both looked at James.

"It's my second world."

James then got up and got ready to leave the alley, but he noticed that the other two weren't moving.

"Aren't you coming?"

Both looked at James with disdain, as if he was a fool.

James then understood their thoughts, these two guys were among the people who entered Survival for the money, so why risk your life when all you have to do is stay hidden for two months and easily win 100PT, but he couldn't really criticize their behavior, because he too had entered Survival World for the money.

James then ignored them and left the alley, observing his surroundings as he walked down the street.

There were modern buildings confirming to James that this was truly a modern human world.

But when he passed in front of a giant screen, an advertisement caught his attention.

"One month before the start of the Megalonia tournament qualifiers ...."

Then appeared on the screen images of men competing in boxing matches with metal frame.

James looked at the advertisement on the screen and immediately understood what kind of world he was in.

"Megalo Box..."

The series takes place in a futuristic setting where licensed citizens live in a wealthy city while, on the outskirts of this city, there is a slum town where unlicensed citizens live in Japan.

Megalo Boxing is a popular sport in this world similar to boxing, except the boxers fight while wearing a metal frame which makes their attacks much more lethal. 

"This confirms my previous hypothesis, that the worlds of Survival World are worlds of the animes of my previous life."

Thinking about it, a kind of flame began to burn in James' heart for the first time, a flame called ambition.

Then he started looking for a boxing gym.

. . . . .

On the outskirts of the city, James was walking down the dirty and delabricated streets of slum, because he encountered a problem in the city, which he had not thought of, he had no identity card or citizen license.

And after searching the slums for several hours, he found a completely dilapidated boxing gym with old equipment and a dirty old man sleeping on a chair with a bottle of whisky in his hand.

James then approached the old man and woke him up with great difficulty.

"Huh? How can I help you, kid?"

"I want to learn how to box."

The old man then threw away his bottle and looked at James with an indifferent look.

"Oh, so you want to learn boxing, but tell me why you're so interested in this old-fashioned sport."

James then fell silent for a moment before answering.

"To become the Megalonia Tournament Champion."

"Ha-ha-ha-ha"

The old man started laughing maniacally

"Come on, show me what you got, champ, give me a dozen punches on that sandbag over there."

James then approached the sandbag hanging on a wall further to the right and under the watchful eyes of the old man threw a punch, then a second.

"Huff! Huff!"

Smack! Smack!

The old man was immediately disappointed.

"No technique, mediocre striking power, this kid has never been in a fight in his life."

But just as he was about to ignore James and go back to sleep he was suddenly surprised.

James' punches were getting faster and faster to the point where they were almost impossible to see with the naked eye.

"What speed, humanly perfect flexibility, this child is a genius of speed."

"My name is Tôjo, all right, kid, I've seen enough, I'm willing to train you, you'll pay me with your fights, I'll take ten percent of your winnings, what do you say?."

James was delighted to accept immediately, as he had no money to pay Tôjo anyway.

Thus began James's hellish training.