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**"There are two kinds of people in this world.
The ones who bark, and the ones who bite.
But then there's a third kind—
The one that doesn't do either…
Until someone pulls the leash too hard."**
— Seo Jungho
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### ***A Week Later…***
The days dragged by.
I kept to myself. The school was a cesspool of wannabe gangsters, delinquents with too much ego and not enough power, and poor kids trying to survive without catching a beating. A few tried to bark at me—testing the new guy—but none of them barked twice.
My name spread.
Whispers in the hallways.
They called me "Dead Eyes."
Said I looked like I didn't feel anything.
Not fear. Not rage. Not even boredom.
Which was pretty accurate.
I was quiet. Always had been. But when someone pushed—
**I snapped.**
And they broke.
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### ***Gangnam School District — Underground Ranks***
One afternoon, after school, I stopped by a small corner convenience store to grab a drink. The old lady at the counter greeted me warmly. She didn't know me. I didn't reply. But I nodded politely.
Just as I was paying, I heard a familiar voice outside.
"—I said give me everything in your wallet, old man!"
Another bark.
I stepped out.
A teenager in a half-zipped school jacket, sleeves rolled up like some cheap K-drama gangster. Two silver earrings, bleach-blonde hair. His fists were clenched as he stood over a delivery guy, probably in his 60s.
I stood quietly beside them, sipping my banana milk.
He noticed me.
"The fuck you lookin' at?"
I didn't reply.
He stepped toward me.
"You wanna get smacked too, huh?!"
Still no answer.
He raised his fist.
I grabbed his wrist mid-air.
And twisted.
Not fast. Not flashy. Just precise.
**Pop.**
His arm dislocated cleanly from the socket.
He fell, howling.
The old man looked stunned.
I turned and walked away, sipping my drink.
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### ***Class 1-6 — Kim Suhyeon's POV***
"That new guy… Seo Jungho, right?"
Suhyeon had his hands behind his head, lounging at his desk. His eyes flicked to the side, watching Jungho lean against the classroom window, dozing off. He hadn't moved all day except to occasionally turn a page in some random novel he wasn't even reading.
"Yeah, what about him?" his friend asked.
"He's weird. Doesn't talk. Doesn't fight unless provoked. But everyone who's tried to mess with him ends up in the nurse's office or missing teeth."
His friend snorted. "So he's strong? Who cares. So are you now, right?"
Suhyeon shrugged, but inside, he was bothered.
**The system couldn't scan him.**
Every time he focused on Seo Jungho to evaluate his level, the interface flickered… then went blank.
**\[Error: Unknown Target]**
That had never happened before.
Even when he faced top-ranking delinquents, he could see their stats, weaknesses, patterns.
But Jungho?
Nothing.
Like the guy wasn't even part of the system's world.
Suhyeon leaned forward and squinted at the back of Jungho's head.
*"What the hell are you?"*
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### ***Lunch Break — Daniel Park Arrives***
Today, something unusual happened.
Daniel walked into the cafeteria in his handsome body, head high. Behind him, Vasco, Jace, and a few of the other boys trailed after him.
But the lunchroom fell into sudden silence when Jungho entered behind them.
Not walking with them—just walking near.
Different presence.
Daniel glanced back and saw him.
Jungho had headphones in, no music playing. Just walking with a carton of milk and a cold sandwich.
He sat down alone in the far corner.
The same table every day.
No one dared to sit with him.
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### ***After School — A Setup***
Someone tried to test me again.
This time it was more organized.
Three guys—each from a different class. All older. All tall, muscled, cocky. Clearly not amateurs.
I was walking home through a narrow alley shortcut when I heard footsteps behind me.
I didn't stop.
"Yo," one of them called. "You're Jungho, right?"
No answer.
Another stepped ahead of me. "You think you're better than everyone?"
I blinked slowly.
The third shoved my shoulder.
And that…
**Was the moment.**
That quiet click in my mind.
**Maniac Mode: On.**
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### ***Scene: One-Sided Carnage***
I didn't throw a punch.
I just stepped forward.
The first guy raised his arm—then flew backward into the wall with a crunch.
The second came at me with a chain.
I caught it. Yanked.
He flew into the trash bins.
The third screamed and rushed.
I ducked. Grabbed his leg mid-run. Lifted.
And slammed him headfirst into the sidewalk.
Silence.
They groaned.
I walked away, dusting my sleeves.
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### ***At Home — The Quiet Moments***
I lived alone in a small apartment.
No parents. No guardians. Just me.
I didn't talk to anyone unless necessary. I didn't need to.
I cooked. Cleaned. Trained a little—not because I needed to, but because it passed time.
Sometimes I read the news about school fights, rankings, underground boxing clubs. Some names stood out—Johan Seong, Eli Jang, Zack Lee.
I wasn't interested.
Not yet.
I was fine in the background.
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### ***Daniel's Curiosity***
One day, Daniel approached me in the hallway.
"Hey… Jungho, right?"
I looked at him.
He offered a smile. "I've been seeing you around. You're… kinda strong, huh?"
I tilted my head.
He scratched his cheek. "Just wanted to say, if anyone's giving you trouble, you can talk to me. I know some people."
I stared blankly.
Then gave a short nod.
"Thanks."
I kept walking.
Daniel turned to Jace.
"…What's his deal?"
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### ***Fight Club Invitation***
Two weeks later, an invitation came.
An anonymous note in my locker.
**"Fight Night. Come if you're not a coward. Winner takes ₩3,000,000."**
Address: Abandoned arcade. Saturday. Midnight.
A test.
A trap.
A challenge.
I went, of course.
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### ***Scene: The Basement Ring***
The place was packed. Dozens of students. Some from other districts.
Even a few from the 4 major crews.
Someone recognized me and whispered.
"He came…"
"That's Seo Jungho."
"He's real…"
The organizer grinned as I stepped into the makeshift ring.
"No weapons," he said. "Just fists. Last man standing wins."
Five fighters stepped in with me.
All smirking.
One guy cracked his knuckles. "You ready to die, 'Dead Eyes'?"
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### ***The Maniac Emerges Again***
I gave no warning.
No shout.
No posture.
Just movement.
The first fell instantly. Nose broken, blood spraying.
Second tried to grapple me—he ended up unconscious with his arm twisted the wrong way.
Third screamed and ran. Coward.
The last two came at once.
I caught one's punch, pulled him into the other, and kneed both in the face as they collided.
**Twenty seconds.**
That's how long it took.
Silence followed.
The crowd stared like I was some mythical beast.
I dusted my sleeves again.
"Keep your money."
I walked out.
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### ***Aftermath — Rising Whispers***
They started calling me "The Ghost of Gangnam."
Rumors spread across schools, online, underground forums.
Some said I had no soul. Others said I was a military experiment gone rogue. A few even claimed I was a hidden boss character in the real world.
I didn't care.
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### ***Last Scene — Kim Suhyeon's Log***
**\[Entry: Seo Jungho]**
* Name: Unknown Origin
* Combat Ability: Impossible to calculate
* System Scan: FAILED
* Threat Level: ??
* Known Incidents: 6+ fights, 0 injuries sustained
* Social Level: Minimal
* Emotional Range: Flatline
**Conclusion:**
*Do not engage.*
*Observe only.*
*May be an anomaly outside the system's structure.*
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