Seojun stepped forward, his voice clear and firm—despite still carrying the unmistakable high pitch of a child.
"Hey. Why are you bullying him?"
Though he sounded like a kid, there was an unnerving calm in his tone. It wasn't a bluff or empty bravado—it was confidence, steady and deliberate.
After living in Korea for seven years, his fluency had become nearly flawless. He no longer stumbled over words or paused mid-sentence. He spoke like a native. But to older kids, that didn't mean much. He was still just a brat.
The three boys—around ten years old—turned toward him.
Standing before them was a boy a little younger, maybe seven or eight, and not much shorter. His dark eyes were steady, unreadable. He didn't have the posture of someone about to get beat up. No fear. No tension. Just stillness.
The leader arched a brow and smirked.
"Huh? You his friend or something?"
Seojun said nothing. His face didn't twitch.
The older boy jabbed a thumb toward Minjae, still crouched on the ground.
"Your little buddy says he's broke. Says his mom didn't give him anything today." He turned back to Seojun.
"So why don't you hand yours over? Unless you're asking to get smacked too."
He snapped his fingers toward his cronies.
"Search him."
The two lackeys moved in—but Seojun didn't budge. He just stared at them, calm, almost bored, as if watching toddlers throw a tantrum.
He wasn't worried. Not even close.
After signing in for the past two years, even the skills from his silver tier were enough to demolish this kids. His bones were denser, muscles stronger, and his healing factor bordered on absurd. He was, for all intents and purposes, untouchable by children—and even most adults would struggle against him.
And these punks?
They had no idea what they were up against.
The first one lunged. Seojun casually sidestepped, grabbed the kid's arm, twisted, and slammed him down, face-first into the pavement.
The second hesitated. Then, trying to be brave, charged in.
Seojun met him with a sharp knee to the gut. The boy dropped, wheezing.
The last one froze.
"H-Hey! We were just messing around!"
Too late.
Seojun dashed forward and swept his legs clean out from under him. The boy hit the ground with a dull thud.
Three seconds. Three bullies. Not a single scratch on him.
Seojun dusted off his hands, calm as ever.
Minjae stared up at him, stunned and speechless.
"You okay?" Seojun asked, walking over.
Minjae nodded shakily, eyes wide.
"Y-Yeah… Th-thank you…" He bowed deeply, little fists clenched.
"If you hadn't shown up, I… I don't know what would've happened."
Seojun gave a soft smile and patted the boy's shoulder.
"Try to stay out of their way next time. But if they come after you again, let me know."
Minjae looked up in surprise.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Just don't cry next time, alright?"
Minjae giggled through sniffles and nodded.
Seojun gave a short wave and turned away, already forgetting the boys groaning behind him.
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As he walked home beneath the setting sun, something clicked in his mind.
"System. What about my quest reward?"
[Quest Complete.]
[Reward Issued: Ryūjin Jakka]
His eyes lit up.
"Oh? Wait—how does it work? I don't exactly have a guidebook."
[Uploading information directly to host's memory...]
A moment later, a wave of searing knowledge poured into his head. His vision blurred, and images of an old man with a blazing sword filled his mind. Power. Heat. Flame incarnate.
He grinned, eyes still glowing faintly.
"So that's how it is…"
"System, show me my stats."
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[User Stats]
Name: Choi Seojun
Age: 7
Physique: Immortality
• Mental Adaptation
• Regenerative Healing
• Perfect Memory Retention....
Skill Tiers
• Diamond: Ryūjin Jakka (Item)
• Gold: Armament Haki, Chidori
• Silver: Basic Swordsmanship, Shunpo, Weak Telekinesis, Martial Arts, Gun Mastery, Charm....
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Seojun chuckled to himself, slipping his hands into his pockets.
"I'm getting strong fast... Though honestly, the silver-tier stuff feels like filler now."
The system always gave him instant knowledge on whatever skills he signed in for—no need for trial and error. It was as if the experience of masters flowed directly into him.
"Oh, and System—give me a quick rundown of the Bleach world, just in case."
[Request denied.]
"...Figures."
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By the time he reached home, the sky had turned a warm shade of orange. The scent of stir-fried vegetables drifted from the kitchen window. He kicked off his shoes at the door and called out:
"I'm home!"
His mother peeked out from the kitchen, smiling warmly.
"Welcome back, Jun-ah. Dinner's almost ready."
His father sat at the small dining table with a newspaper, glancing up.
"You look like you got into something. Trouble?"
"Not really. Just took the long way home," Seojun replied smoothly.
He sat down at the table, watching his mom hum as she stirred the food. The clatter of plates, the soft sizzling from the pan, the smell of garlic and soy—it grounded him.
Power, systems, rewards—those could wait.
This was his real world. His real life.
And for now... that was enough.
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Y'all should suggest skills for him, I don't even know what to add ngl ⊙﹏⊙