Little Daniel Park fell asleep hungry.
That was nothing new.
The small, cramped room smelled faintly of instant noodles and old clothes. His stomach twisted, but exhaustion won. School had been hell again—whispers, laughter, the familiar shove in the hallway that no teacher ever noticed.
He lay on the floor, staring at the cracked ceiling.
"Tomorrow…" he muttered.
"I'll try harder tomorrow."
His eyes closed.
Somewhere Else
Darkness.
Not the comforting kind.
Not sleep.
It was awareness without a body.
So this is how it ends?
The thought didn't feel dramatic—just confused.
The MC remembered dying. Not how. Not when. Just that there had been a before, and now there was only this strange, floating consciousness.
Then—
Breathing.
A deep, steady inhale.
Air filled lungs that weren't his.
The darkness shattered.
Big Daniel Opens His Eyes
White ceiling.
Clean. Smooth. Expensive.
The MC blinked.
No—the body blinked.
His vision sharpened unnaturally fast, details snapping into place like a camera locking focus. He felt weight, balance, strength—too much of it. Every movement sent information rushing into his mind.
This body…
It's absurd.
He sat up.
The motion was effortless.
Muscles shifted beneath skin like they had been trained for years. Long limbs. Broad shoulders. A heartbeat calm and powerful.
He looked down.
Hands—large, clean, unscarred.
"This is…" his voice was low, clear, confident.
Not his voice.
He stumbled out of bed and caught his reflection in the mirror.
And froze.
Black hair. Sharp jawline. Perfect proportions. A face that looked unreal—like something designed, not born.
He knew this face.
"…Daniel Park," he whispered.
But not the Daniel he remembered.
This is the second body.
Understanding crashed into him all at once—not as panic, but as certainty.
He wasn't replacing Daniel Park.
He was inhabiting the body that shouldn't have a mind yet.
The Connection
Pain flared suddenly—sharp, brief.
Then another sensation overlapped his own.
Cold floor. A thin blanket. Hunger.
Little Daniel.
The MC sucked in a breath.
He wasn't alone.
Their existences were linked, like two screens showing the same life from different angles. When he focused, he could feel Little Daniel breathing, dreaming restlessly.
Not control.
Not yet.
Just awareness.
So this is the rule, the MC realized.
I exist because he exists.
The thought didn't frighten him.
It grounded him.
Testing the Body
The MC stood slowly.
No dizziness. No weakness.
He clenched his fist.
Muscles responded instantly—no lag, no hesitation. Balance came naturally, like the body remembered things the mind hadn't learned yet.
This body has potential, he thought.
But potential without direction is wasted.
He tried to move faster.
The body complied.
Too well.
He stopped immediately.
"Easy," he murmured.
Instinct told him the truth before logic did:
If he pushed too hard, Little Daniel would pay the price.
This strength wasn't free.
A Silent Promise
The MC returned to the bed and sat down.
He closed his eyes and focused inward.
Little Daniel…
You don't know I exist yet.
Images flickered—school corridors, laughter, fists shoved into lockers.
The MC felt something tighten in his chest.
But I'm here now.
Not to replace him.
Not to steal his life.
"To make you stronger," he said softly.
"In body… and in mind."
Somewhere, in a cramped room across the city, Little Daniel shifted in his sleep.
His breathing steadied.
The Rule Is Set
The MC understood one final thing before the night ended.
He could take control.
Switch places.
But not freely.
This power demanded balance.
A day for a day, he thought.
If I take over… I must rest.
Fair.
Necessary.
Dangerous if abused.
The second body lay back down.
Tomorrow, the story would begin.
And the world would never notice—
Not yet.
Morning came violently.
Little Daniel woke up to the sound of his alarm screaming like an accusation.
He groaned, rolling onto his side.
"…Five more minutes."
His stomach hurt. His body felt heavy. Same as always.
But—
Something felt different.
His thoughts were clearer. Sharper. The fog that usually wrapped around his mind wasn't there.
Did I actually sleep well?
He sat up.
The room was the same. The floor was cold. His reflection in the cracked mirror was still round-faced, awkward, and tired-looking.
Little Daniel exhaled.
"Guess I imagined it."
He stood up—
And staggered.
His legs shook.
What the—?
At the same moment—
Big Daniel's Eyes Open
The MC woke instantly.
No alarm. No grogginess.
His body felt too ready.
And he understood why.
I'm in control.
The switch had happened naturally—no effort, no warning.
He stood, stretching once.
Muscles aligned. Balance centered.
Cooldown starts now, he noted calmly.
Twenty-four hours. Make them count.
J High – First Impact
Big Daniel walked through the school gates.
Conversations died.
Necks turned.
Eyes widened.
He felt it immediately—the attention, the pressure, the unspoken hierarchy shifting just by his presence.
So this is how different life looks from up here.
Inside, students whispered.
"Who is that?"
"Is he a model?"
"Is he even real?"
Big Daniel didn't slow down.
He walked like he belonged there.
The First Problem
It happened near the shoe lockers.
A shove.
Hard.
"Move."
Big Daniel turned.
Three delinquents. Bigger than average. Confident. Used to getting their way.
One of them sneered.
"New guy thinkin' he's hot shi—"
The punch came without warning.
FIGHT – BIG DANIEL (DETAILED)
Big Daniel's head tilted one inch.
The fist cut through air.
Slow, the MC thought.
He stepped inside the attacker's range—wrong place to be.
Big Daniel's heel pivoted.
THUD.
A short hook slammed into the attacker's ribs.
Not full power.
Still devastating.
Air exploded from the guy's lungs as his body folded sideways, feet lifting off the floor.
The second delinquent rushed in, swinging wide.
Big Daniel raised his forearm—not to block, but to jam.
Bone hit bone.
A sharp crack echoed.
The attacker screamed.
Big Daniel grabbed the wrist mid-scream, twisted, and shoved forward.
The third guy panicked and tackled from behind.
Bad choice.
Big Daniel dropped his center of gravity, rolled his shoulder, and threw the weight using momentum alone.
The delinquent slammed face-first into the lockers.
Metal rang.
Silence followed.
Aftermath
Big Daniel stood still.
Heart rate normal.
Breathing steady.
This body doesn't just fight, the MC realized.
It understands fighting.
Teachers rushed in too late.
The three delinquents were already on the ground.
Big Daniel looked down at his hands.
I held back.
Good.
The Cost
Across the city—
Little Daniel suddenly felt dizzy.
He grabbed his desk, breathing hard.
His arms felt sore.
His chest tight.
Why do I feel like I just ran a marathon?
But—
Something else lingered.
Confidence.
Like his body had watched something important.
Realization
Big Daniel sat alone afterward.
Cooldown had begun.
He wouldn't be able to switch again until tomorrow.
Worth it, he decided.
This world respected strength.
And now—
Daniel Park had two ways to grow stronger.
The rumors spread faster than Big Daniel had walked away.
By lunchtime, J High buzzed.
"Did you hear?"
"Three guys."
"One punch each."
"They couldn't even stand."
Big Daniel sat at his desk, posture relaxed, expression neutral.
Inside, the MC was calculating.
No overreaction from staff.
No detention.
That means the school's already classified it as 'minor violence'.
Useful.
But the cost had already begun to show.
Little Daniel – The Other Side of Strength
Little Daniel's hand cramped around his chopsticks.
They shook.
Why am I sore everywhere?
I didn't do anything yesterday…
His head throbbed lightly—not pain, more like pressure. Like his brain was trying to catch up to something his body already knew.
When he stood up, his balance felt… better.
Not strong.
But aligned.
Weird.
He clenched his fist.
The motion felt natural.
That scared him more than it should have.
Cooldown Reality
Big Daniel didn't move when the bell rang.
The MC tested it.
Switch.
Nothing.
No pull. No shift.
Locked out.
Twenty-four hours meant exactly that.
Good, he thought.
Rules prevent mistakes.
But rules didn't stop consequences.
Zack Lee Notices
Zack Lee leaned against the wall near the gym, arms crossed, eyes sharp.
He'd seen the fight.
Not the rumors—the movement.
That pivot.
That timing.
That restraint.
That wasn't sloppy, Zack thought.
That was trained.
Big Daniel met Zack's gaze briefly.
No challenge.
No submission.
Just acknowledgment.
Zack frowned.
After School – Wrong Target
The alley behind the convenience store smelled like trash and cheap smoke.
Big Daniel heard them before he saw them.
Footsteps.
Four this time.
"You think beating three idiots makes you tough?" one sneered.
The MC exhaled slowly.
Four. Narrow space. No escape route.
Good.
FIGHT – ALLEYWAY ENGAGEMENT
The first attacker lunged.
Big Daniel didn't retreat.
He advanced.
The punch skimmed his cheek as he stepped inside the arc and drove a knee into the attacker's thigh.
CRACK.
The leg buckled instantly.
Before the body hit the ground, Big Daniel turned and grabbed the second attacker's collar.
He pulled—
Then slammed his forehead forward.
THUNK.
Nose crushed. Blood sprayed.
The third attacker swung a bottle.
Big Daniel raised his arm, letting glass shatter against muscle instead of skull.
Pain flared.
Ignored.
He stepped forward and delivered a straight punch to the solar plexus.
The attacker folded, retching.
The fourth hesitated.
Big Daniel looked at him.
Just looked.
That was enough.
The guy ran.
Damage Assessment
Big Daniel flexed his arm.
Skin cut.
Muscle intact.
Adrenaline faded, leaving a dull ache.
Too many fights in one day, the MC admitted.
Even this body has limits.
The Price Paid Elsewhere
Little Daniel dropped his backpack at home and collapsed onto the floor.
His arms burned.
His legs trembled.
He gasped for breath.
Why does it hurt—
What did I do?
Then it clicked.
Not fully.
But instinctively.
When that other body moves…
I feel it.
Fear crept in.
And curiosity.
A Shared Thought
For a brief second—just one—
Big Daniel and Little Daniel's thoughts aligned.
This power isn't free.
Big Daniel lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
Cooldown still active.
Tomorrow, the switch would be possible again.
But the MC already knew one thing.
If I fight recklessly…
Little Daniel will break first.
Cooldown ended at dawn.
The switch came clean.
Big Daniel sat up, breath steady, mind sharp.
Day two. This time, I test—not dominate.
Zack Lee – First Measure
The gym smelled like sweat and old mats.
Zack was already there, gloves on, throwing punches into the bag with violent precision.
Big Daniel stepped inside.
Zack stopped.
"…You," he said. "Fight me."
No insults. No posturing.
Good.
Big Daniel nodded and put on gloves.
No crowd.
No teacher.
Just instinct.
FIGHT – BIG DANIEL vs ZACK (DETAILED)
Bell rang.
Zack moved first—fast jab, clean footwork, real boxing.
Big Daniel leaned back just enough to let the punch graze air, then stepped diagonally.
Good timing, the MC noted. But predictable rhythm.
Zack followed with a cross.
Big Daniel parried with his forearm and countered with a body shot—controlled, testing.
Zack absorbed it and smiled.
"Is that all?"
He rushed.
Three-punch combo.
Big Daniel blocked the first, slipped the second, and let the third land lightly on his shoulder.
Power's real, the MC decided. But he commits too hard.
Big Daniel stepped inside Zack's guard and delivered a short uppercut.
Not full force.
Enough to rattle.
Zack stumbled back, eyes wide.
The bell rang.
Zack breathed hard.
"…You're holding back."
Big Daniel met his eyes.
"So are you."
Zack laughed.
For the first time in a while, it wasn't bitter.
Result
Zack lost.
But he learned.
From that day on, his footwork changed.
He stopped chasing power—and started controlling space.
Vasco – Strength Test
Vasco found Big Daniel outside, fists clenched, eyes serious.
"Fight me."
No anger.
Just resolve.
Big Daniel nodded.
This one wasn't about technique.
It was about endurance.
FIGHT – BIG DANIEL vs VASCO
Vasco charged like a truck.
Big Daniel braced and blocked.
Impact slammed through his bones.
Raw strength exceeds Zack's, the MC acknowledged.
Vasco grabbed.
Big Daniel twisted free and struck—quick, sharp hits to joints and ribs.
Vasco didn't fall.
He kept coming.
Big Daniel ducked a wild punch and swept Vasco's leg.
Vasco hit the ground—
And stood back up.
Breathing heavy.
Smiling.
"That was fun."
Big Daniel felt it then.
This one grows through pain.
Result
Vasco didn't win.
But he gained something more important.
A reason to push past his limits.
Little Daniel – The Real Test
That night, the MC switched.
Little Daniel stood in the mirror, heart pounding.
So it's real.
He raised his fists—awkward, untrained.
Big Daniel's memories echoed faintly in his muscles.
"Start slow," he whispered to himself.
He did push-ups.
Ten.
Then twenty.
He collapsed—then laughed.
I didn't quit.
The Ripple Begins
Zack trained smarter.
Vasco trained harder.
Little Daniel trained consistently.
Big Daniel watched.
Measured.
Adjusted.
Not stronger today, the MC thought.
But stronger tomorrow.
That was enough.
END OF CHAPTER 4