Ivan sat on the park bench, exhaustion carved into his face. He was tired—bone-deep tired.
[Quest Completed]
[Reward Commencing]
A holographic green screen flashed before his eyes. Without warning, a phone, a passport, and a card dropped onto the ground. A split second later, a surge of information ripped through his brain—the Korean language, academic knowledge spanning every subject up to university level—crashing into him all at once.
Ivan froze, eyes squeezed shut.
A low grunt escaped him as he fought to stay conscious.
Warm blood trickled from his nose.
He exhaled shakily and opened his eyes.
"I just had a seizure, didn't I?" he wondered. It was a strange experience, though he wasn't particularly concerned whether it counted as a seizure or not. What he did know was that he felt light-headed, blood was still dripping, and he was on the verge of fainting.
Ignoring the blood, Ivan picked up the items scattered on the ground. He stuffed everything into his pockets except the phone. Turning it on, he searched for "fight class."
An article popped up immediately.
"So it's real. I don't have brain damage," Ivan muttered in relief—then looked at the blood dripping from his nose. "I might have it now."
[Quest: Join Nam-il High School and Register in Fight Class]
[Reward: Reaction Speed of a Cat]
Ivan stared at the quest, then at the reward. His eyes widened, a flicker of greed glinting within them. A smirk tugged at his lips.
"The reaction speed of a cat, huh?" he hummed. Cats did have insane reaction time.
He cleared his throat and searched for Nam-il High School on Google Maps. The route popped up instantly.
Ivan stood, stretched, and followed the directions.
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He soon arrived in front of the school—only to find the gates closed. It was night, after all.
Still, at least he knew where it was. He walked back to the park and settled on the cold metal bench. Hungry and uncomfortable, he sat up and reached into his pocket, pulling out the envelope. He grabbed a few yen and headed to a nearby food stall.
He ordered a large portion of egg and rice and a 1.5-liter bottle of diet coke. Sitting on one of the plastic chairs, he devoured the meal, gulping down the soda. Then he ordered another. And another.
By the time he finished, he had eaten five full plates and drained his drink to the last drop. Only then did he feel satisfied.
The stall owner—a short, chubby young man with an army cut—stared wide-eyed at Ivan's now slightly bulging stomach, then down at his own belly.
"…And I thought I ate too much," he muttered.
Ivan stood and spoke fluent Korean as he thanked the owner and paid. The man's jaw nearly dropped. Ivan walked back toward the park and returned to his bench. Russia was far colder than this steel slab could ever be, so the chill didn't bother him.
He let out a content burp and closed his eyes, smiling like a man who had just conquered five bowls of egg and rice.
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[Morning]
Sunlight pierced his eyelids. Ivan woke up groggily, yawning as he rubbed his eyes. Without wasting time, he headed toward the high school to apply for admission.
Inside, dozens of students stared—understandable, given his height and imposing build. Ivan asked a random girl for directions to the admission office.
And she answered while blushing
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Ivan walked up the stairs, 'Where is the damn office, can't even find it.'
Frustrated Ivan entered one of the staff rooms.
He was kind of lost so he wanted to ask where he could admit himself.
As he entered he saw a person sleeping on the couch, there was noone else.
The room was empty it had a heavy desk with papers on it and a couch on which a person was sleeping on.
The said person was a girl wearing