The lesson ended. Jack was quiet the whole time, thinking about what had just happened.
Is he in the Lookism verse? How is that possible?
Jack goes to the toilet.
"Calm down, Jake. Calm down!"
He takes a deep breath.
"Judging by what I saw, I have something like a year before the main story starts."
"Goddamn, why did I have to pick such useless traits? I could have taken Copy or mastery potencial with perfection. Ugh… never mind. I have to survive with what I have."
Jack thinks seriously, then says:
"Stats."
It's the only thing he gets from the system: his stat window.
Body: 0 points
Strength: F
Speed: F
IQ: C+
Durability: F
Technique: B
Endurance: F
BTQ: F
"Uh… so bad. I guess I'm not better than dog shit."
"The only thing that saves me is my old box I got to learn as a kid."
Jack is about to continue when he hears something.
"Hey! Search for that little punk!"
I'm fucked, Jack thinks.
Well, God did hear him, as someone walks into the toilet.
It's some kind of fat bully.
"Hmm… wait, it's him! HEY GUYS, HE'S HE—"
That fat warrior couldn't finish his sentence before Jack punched him directly in the face.
The gap between stats isn't huge. Even so, he's still standing.
"You shit!" Biggy tries to punch Jack, but fails.
The boy isn't waiting. Jack gets into a fighting stance. In an instant, his fists land on the big guy's face.
It's over. The truck-like dude is defeated.
"Finally… quiet," Jack says.
"I have to get out fast."
Jack runs out of the toilet, trying to find an exit.
He sees the main door—he can escape. But three bullies get in his way. Still, he manages to dodge them and runs out of the school.
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Five minutes later…
Jack had been running for quite some time and was able to lose them.
But he knows he has to get stronger if he wants to survive in this world.
He quickly checks his pockets and finds something.
He has keys to some house
probably his home.
"Number 347, huh?"
He looks around: 329, 330, 331… and so on. Then he sees number 347.
The boy runs to the door and uses the keys.
It works.
Nobody is inside
just him.
"Well, hope this dude didn't have a family… lol."
Inside, the house looks average. Nothing of ultra value: some average TV and a normal kitchen.
"Well, I guess this is my new home for now."
Jack goes to the bedroom.
There's a big bed. Nothing more, really.
He tries to sleep, but it's no use. How could he sleep after everything that just happened?
He thinks about it, but his attention is quickly drawn to a photo.
It's a photo of an old gym and a man with a kid.
"That kid… is that the body I took? That old guy should be my father… uh… that's sad."
"But that gym… if I want to get stronger, I need to visit that place."
Chapter end.
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