Inception

One month has elapsed since my advent into this world, during which I have attained a degree of strength that is without precedent. Furthermore, having engaged with a number of scientific disciplines, including the concept of two bodies for the protagonist and the field of programming, I have now commenced my acting career, initiating the hexes.

The age difference between myself and the protagonist was one year. I was of a similar age to Gana and Gu.

This was a favourable position to be in, at this point I was 15 years old, and I had three years to gain power for the commencement of the narrative.

I commenced preparations by donning an expensive long-sleeved cotton shirt, classic black trousers, a DG belt, and leather loafers. I elected to embark on a perambulation through the nocturnal streets of Seoul.

Upon departing the domicile, I elected to traverse the environs on foot.

In the nocturnal metropolis, the passage of time was discernible, and the rhythms of life were discernible. Individuals traversed the city, some returning from their places of employment, while others set out for theirs. Even in this locale, the dynamic of the urban environment remained unaltered.

During the course of my perambulation, I proceeded to a café of repute, where I partook of a freshly brewed espresso accompanied by a dessert.

The flavour was exquisite.

I proceeded along the route with wireless headphones from Apple, which represent a significant technological advancement in this context. The music was classical in style and evoked a sense of nostalgia. It was a composition by Franz Liszt, entitled Years of Travelling, Longing for the homeland, performed by Lazar Berman. The piece evoked a complex emotional response, encompassing both joy and fear.

As the hour approached midnight, my thoughts found themselves transported to a park situated on the outskirts of Kannam.

Walking through the park, I noticed a group of five to seven teenagers, about my age, though maybe a year or so older. They had two motorbikes. 

The memory triggered a negative emotional reaction, causing my mood to worsen. 

As I walked down the path, I was preoccupied with my thoughts, not paying attention to a group of teenagers who appeared to be having fun. Their fun was abruptly cut short when one of them called me a couple of insults.

I decided I needed to vent my accumulated frustration.

As I approached them, I tried not to absorb the full meaning of their verbal exchanges.

As I approached them faster and faster, I soon found myself in a position to launch an attack.

From the unexpected blow, one of the rats fell, unconscious. From the swiftness of this event, the rest of the rats were dumbfounded for a moment.

I distinguish sounds of distress and notice that the rats are running in my direction.

The first attacker tries to strike, but is unsuccessful. As I get close enough distance, I kick him hard in the skull with my foot. The second attacker realises this and tries to make a pass at my legs, but is hit in the chin with a knee.

Another fall is observed.

Four of the creatures look at me with bulging eyes. I don't even need to force them, they're too weak. I just lunge at them, knocking them out one by one. I only use my legs and technique.

Seven corpses, their faces smashed in blood, presented a fascinating spectacle.

The individual who had previously vocalised the loudest is now stating that I am deceased. It is remarkable that despite having been soundly defeated, you are still able to utter such words.

I am informing him of this.

I am contemplating the possibility of simply fracturing his jaw, which might result in a more subdued outburst.

However, I am subsequently informed that their senior, who is known as Han Jeong, intends to subdue me in a manner that is akin to the crushing of a flapjack.

The subject was then subjected to a series of probing questions.

It transpires that Han Jeong is the leader of the local gang and the most prominent figure at Zen High School in Sojonggu district. The gang is called the Bulls, and their leader is this Jong, who is over 2 metres tall and weighs a hundred kilograms. He is known as the Bull and has been practising judo since junior high school. He is said to be strong, but upon observation, this does not appear to be the case. 

It would be prudent to arrange a meeting with him to ascertain whether he is able to exert control over the gang. It would be advisable to begin with a relatively modest undertaking.

I was operating a motorbike manufactured by Kawasaki, specifically the Ninja 400 model. It was an excellent vehicle, procured from a man who had been beaten. My destination was the base of the notorious criminal organisation known as the Bulls Gang. It was time for me to engage in some recreational activities.

The journey took approximately 10–15 minutes. The lair was situated within a park, and there were a considerable number of individuals present, estimated to be between 50 and 70. Amongst these individuals, I observed a male, approximately 2 metres in height, who I had been tasked with locating.

I dismounted the motorcycle and paused. The individual who had facilitated my arrival was walking alongside me, acting as a guide.

As we proceeded through the assembled multitude, we encountered a Khan.

This marks the commencement of the narrative.

- Kim, may I enquire as to the identity of your companion? Han enquired.

Kim responds in a polite and respectful manner, "This man expressed a desire to meet with you. He has completed his business with us, the seven, and indicated a desire to see you."

-I am given to understand that he vanquished you in a straightforward manner, seven of us in total. -Hmm. That is indeed remarkable.

- You are interested in joining my gang? You are at liberty to accept or decline this proposition.

In my peripheral vision, I observe that some of the individuals in question are in possession of clubs, pieces of rebar, and even knives.

Without even looking at the man called Kim, I make a swift, decisive strike with my hand to his jaw. He immediately loses consciousness and falls to the ground.

It is necessary to create a surprise effect.

I address him.

"What is your name? Han, perhaps? Listen to me. Your current objective is not to die alongside me in combat. Once that has been accomplished, I will determine the fate of your entire organization, including you."

This gorilla comes flying at me, shouting at the others to stand still.

He swings his left hand at my head, but I'm ready for him. I dodge and trip him up, and he falls and rolls on his back. Everyone's in shock.

Then I go for the legs, with a knee to the jaw. I step back, and I kick him in the temple with my right leg, coming out of the turn.

He loses it, so I give him a Brazilian punch right away. He falls down, and his gang is in shock. Someone under the effect of adrenaline shouted, and everyone ran at me.

It took me 10 minutes, and I ended up on the ground with 50 people. Some had broken faces, some had broken limbs, but the fact is, one person was hurt. Everyone was mangled.

I took a packet of cigarettes out of my trousers, lit a cigarette, and waited for Han to wake up.