1 — The Forgotten Island
There were one hundred and eight islands across the Infinite Sea, each with its own ruler, warriors, and secrets. Some islands glowed under the sun, rich with cities and towering arenas. Others were covered in forests so old the leaves whispered ancient legends.
And then… there was the island where Jim Woo lived.
A nameless island.
A dot so small even pirates didn't bother raiding it.
Locals simply called it "The Last Pebble", as if it was the final crumb the sea spat out.
To the rest of the world, the island did not exist.
To Jim Woo—nicknamed Akira—it was the only world he had ever known.
The sea wind crashed against the rocks as Akira stood barefoot on the edge of the cliff, staring into the horizon. Black hair dancing in the wind, sharp eyes reflecting the ocean. He looked calm, but inside him something restless pulsed like a sleeping storm.
"Another quiet morning," he muttered.
For others, quiet meant peace.
For Akira, quiet meant his life was still small… still trapped… still without answers.
He didn't know where he was born.
Didn't know who his parents were.
Didn't know why an old man—Master Rin—found him as a baby in a broken boat near the shore.
He only knew one thing:
His real name was Jim Woo.
But everyone here called him Akira, the name Master Rin gave him.
Sometimes even Akira forgot the name Jim Woo existed.
But he would remember soon… the world would force him to.
Because this was the day everything would change.
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2 — A Strange Discovery
The jungle behind him rustled with the sound of monkeys and birds. Akira turned around, breathing in the humid air. Today he planned to explore the northern side of the island—the place Master Rin always forbade him from entering.
Which obviously meant Akira would enter it.
Rules existed so he could break them.
That was pretty much his talent.
He walked through the forest path, stepping over roots and rocks. His movements were light, natural, balanced. For someone who had never trained professionally, Akira had an instinctive grace—like someone born with fighting in their blood.
As he walked deeper, the air got cooler. The sound of the ocean faded.
Something felt wrong.
Birds stopped singing.
The wind fell silent.
"…What is this place?"
The trees grew denser until the path disappeared. But instead of turning back, Akira pushed forward. Curiosity was his only real friend on this lonely island.
After a long trek, he found himself standing before a massive stone wall half-swallowed by vines. Symbols carved into it glowed faintly in the shadows.
"This… wasn't here last year."
The wall seemed ancient—older than the island itself. Akira brushed away the dust. His fingers touched a symbol shaped like eight lines curving like limbs.
The Eight Limbs Sigil.
He didn't know what it meant, but the moment he touched it, something beneath the earth shifted.
CLICK.
The ground trembled beneath him.
A hidden stone door slid open.
Akira stepped back, eyes wide. A cold wind flowed out from the darkness inside—ancient, untouched, whispering forgotten violence.
A secret chamber.
"Master Rin… you knew something like this existed?" Akira whispered.
But he wasn't scared.
He was excited.
Adventure didn't come to this island often.
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3 — Inside the Chamber
He stepped inside cautiously. The chamber smelled of dust and age. Torches on the walls lit themselves as he passed, as if welcoming him—or warning him.
A long tunnel led to a circular room with a pedestal in the center.
On that pedestal lay a scroll.
A single scroll wrapped in red cloth, sealed with the Eight Limbs Sigil.
Akira swallowed.
He didn't know why, but the moment he saw it, he felt something inside him tighten. His heart thumped like a war drum.
He reached out…
placed his fingers on the scroll…
and lifted it.
At that exact moment, the entire chamber lit up.
Symbols glowed across the walls—showing silhouettes of fighters using techniques he had never seen. Knees, elbows, kicks, punches, throws, locks… all mixed together perfectly.
As if they formed one single martial art.
The scroll unraveled on its own, revealing ancient ink strokes describing:
Muay Thai
Boxing
Taekwondo
Karate
Judo
Wrestling
BJJ
Krav Maga
And at the bottom…
"Only a TRUE WOO may master the Eight-Limb Fusion."
Akira froze.
"…Woo? As in—Jim Woo?"
He felt dizzy.
How did this scroll know his real name?
What connection did it have with his forgotten past?
Before he could think deeper—
A voice echoed in the chamber.
"Step away from that scroll, boy."
Akira spun around.
Standing at the entrance was a figure wearing pirate armor, tattoos across his arms, and a scar running across his face.
A man Akira had never seen before.
A man with killing intent so strong the air felt heavy.
The stranger smirked.
"Looks like the rumors were true…
The last descendant of the Woo Clan is alive."
Akira stepped back instinctively.
"…Who are you?"
The scarred man cracked his knuckles.
"I am Torvik, right hand of Rank 12 Demon Lord — Bone Crusher."
"And you, boy…"
He pointed at Akira.
"…are coming with me."
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4 — The Fight Begins
Akira's pulse roared in his ears.
His first real enemy.
A man who trained his entire life.
A killer who served one of the Twelve Demon Ranks.
Akira had never fought anyone outside his island.
But running wasn't an option.
He tightened his grip on the ancient scroll and braced himself.
Torvik charged.
His movements were fast—too fast for a normal man. The ground cracked under his feet as he leaped forward.
Akira barely dodged the first punch.
BOOM —!
The fist tore through the air like a cannon.
Akira rolled on the ground, breathing heavily.
He had no training…
no master…
only instinct.
But instinct was enough—for now.
He remembered the images he saw on the chamber walls:
A Muay Thai stance.
A boxing guard.
A Taekwondo step.
A Judo shift.
Without knowing how, his body copied them.
Torvik lunged again.
This time, Akira sidestepped and delivered a sharp Muay Thai knee to his ribs.
CRACK!
Torvik stumbled.
"What—?!"
The pirate wiped blood from his mouth.
"A kid like you—using Muay Thai?!"
Akira didn't stop.
He punched with a boxing jab—clean and fast.
Followed with a taekwondo spinning kick—awkward but powerful.
Each move was sloppy… imperfect… untrained…
But they worked.
Because something inside him—the legacy of the Woo Clan—was awakening.
Torvik roared with frustration and charged once more.
Akira felt fear rise.
Not fear of losing.
Fear of dying.
He pushed off the ground, leaped up, and slammed his elbow down—an elbow strike straight from Muay Thai.
THUD!
Torvik collapsed.
Akira stood panting, arms shaking, chest burning.
He had never fought like that in his life.
But for some reason…
it felt natural.
Like he was born to fight.
He stared at his own hands.
"What is happening to me…?"
But the battle wasn't over.
Torvik rose to his knees, glaring with hatred.
"You… little… WOO brat…"
He spat blood.
"No matter. Bone Crusher will come for you himself…"
The pirate pulled out a flare and fired it into the sky.
A bright red explosion lit the clouds.
Akira's eyes widened.
That was a signal.
Pirates would come.
Villains would come.
Ranked warriors would come.
Everyone who wanted the Woo Clan dead…
would come.
Akira clutched the scroll.
His quiet island life… ended today.
---
5 — The Beginning of Chaos
Smoke rose from the pirate's flare.
Birds scattered from the trees.
Distant thunder echoed across the ocean—not from the sky, but from ships approaching.
Akira knew one truth now:
He couldn't stay on this island anymore.
He had to escape.
He had to learn.
He had to grow.
If the world wanted Jim Woo…
if villains wanted to kill him…
then he would become stronger than all of them.
He whispered to himself:
"Fine… if the world is coming for me—"
He lifted the scroll and tied it around his waist.
"—then I'm coming for the world too."
Far off, pirate horns blared.
The adventure had begun.
Akira—Jim Woo—was no longer a nameless island boy.
He was the last survivor of a lost martial art.
He was the future Lord of the Eight Limbs.
He was the spark of a war that would shake all 108 islands.
His journey started now.
6 — The Flare That Called Death
The red flare still sizzled in the sky, leaving behind a trail of smoke shaped like a burning serpent. Akira watched it with a mix of fear and anger twisting in his chest. That single flare had done more than alert pirates…
It had announced his existence to the entire sea.
Ships from the Demon Ranks would come.
Hunters would come.
Assassins who wanted Woo Clan blood would come.
Akira had lived seventeen years in silence.
Now the world wanted to kill him simply because of a name he barely remembered.
Jim Woo.
A name tied to a lineage that once protected the world.
A name that now invited death.
He clenched his fists as the flare faded.
"I have no idea why they want me…
…but I won't die without finding out."
The ground at his feet shook lightly.
BOOM.
BOOM.
Footsteps. Heavy ones.
Torvik wasn't alone after all.
From the forest shadows emerged six more pirates, each coated with tribal tattoos and carrying hooked blades. They stared at Torvik—bleeding on the floor—and then at Akira.
The largest pirate growled, "Torvik, you fool. You couldn't handle a child?"
Torvik spat blood and pointed shakily at Akira.
"He's… not ordinary. He used… the Woo style."
The pirates froze.
Then their expressions twisted into fear.
"The… the Woo Clan? Impossible. They were all wiped out!"
"Are you saying this brat is—"
Akira didn't wait for them to finish.
He grabbed the scroll, tightened his stance, and sprinted toward the forest.
If he stayed, he would die.
If he ran, he had a chance.
Branches slapped against his skin as he dashed through the woods. His instincts sharpened; he felt the direction of every sound, every footfall behind him. It was like the scroll awakened senses he never knew he had.
THUD THUD THUD!
Pirates chased him, cutting through vines, shouting:
"Don't let him escape!"
"Rank 12 will kill us if we fail!"
"Catch Jim Woo alive!"
Hearing his real name from enemy mouths was surreal.
He'd lived as Akira his whole life.
Now the world called him Jim Woo.
Who was he really?
---
7 — The Old Man's Warning
Akira burst out of the jungle and stumbled into a clearing. A small hut stood alone, its wooden frame cracked with age, smoke rising from its chimney.
Master Rin's house.
The old man who raised him.
The man who forbade him from approaching the northern part of the island.
The man who hid the truth of Akira's identity.
Akira rushed inside.
Master Rin sat cross-legged, eyes closed, as if he had been waiting.
He didn't look surprised to see Akira gasping for breath.
"You found the chamber," Rin said softly.
Akira froze.
"You knew… about that place?"
Master Rin exhaled deeply, his wrinkles heavy with regret.
"Jim Woo… I hoped you would never uncover your past."
Akira's heart pounded.
"My name… that's really who I am?"
Rin nodded.
"You are the last son of the Woo Clan—guardians of the Eight-Limb Fusion. Villains across the islands destroyed your clan when you were a baby. Your father… sacrificed his life to send you away."
Akira's chest tightened.
"My father…?"
Rin's voice cracked.
"He was the strongest fusion master in history. Rank 1 feared him. That is why your clan was hunted."
Before Akira could speak—
CRASH!
The walls of the hut exploded inward.
Pirates burst through, blades drawn.
"MASTER RIN!" Akira shouted, pulling the old man behind him.
Torvik limped in, leaning on a broken spear.
His eyes glowed with hatred.
"Well, well… the traitor Rin is still alive."
Master Rin raised his cane.
But Akira grabbed his arm.
"Master, you can't fight them—"
Rin's eyes softened.
"Akira… this island was never meant to protect me."
His voice trembled, yet steady.
"It was meant to protect you."
He pushed Akira back.
"Run."
Akira shook his head.
"No—NO! I won't leave you!"
Rin smiled sadly.
"You must. Your father trusted me with your life. Now I pass that trust to you."
Torvik stepped forward, smirking.
"How touching. But too late. The brat stays. The scroll stays."
Rin lifted his cane like a sword.
"Over my dead body."
Torvik grinned. "Gladly."
He lunged.
---
8 — The Last Stand of Master Rin
Master Rin moved faster than Akira had ever seen.
His cane cracked through the air with sharp precision.
WHACK!
Torvik stumbled backward as the cane slammed into his jaw.
"Old man still has bones," Torvik growled.
Rin didn't respond.
His eyes were steady, cold, full of old fury long hidden.
He spun the cane around and struck the next pirate in the throat.
GAAHK!
The pirate collapsed, gasping.
Akira felt shock crawl through him.
Master Rin wasn't just a fisherman.
He wasn't just a caretaker.
He was a warrior.
One who had been hiding for seventeen years.
"Akira," Rin yelled, blocking a blade with his cane.
"Go to the eastern cliff. There's a boat hidden below the rocks. Take it and flee."
Akira's throat burned.
"I won't leave—"
"GO!"
The roar in Rin's voice shook the hut.
Torvik laughed, blood dripping from his mouth.
"You're strong, old man. But your time is over."
He charged with a full-body tackle.
Master Rin tried to dodge, but age crippled his speed.
Torvik smashed him into the wall.
CRACK!
Rin coughed blood.
"MASTER!" Akira screamed.
Rin staggered but stood again, body trembling.
Akira felt tears sting his eyes.
The old man smiled weakly.
"Don't cry, boy…
…you must live."
Torvik grabbed the cane and snapped it in two.
"Any last words, old fool?"
Rin looked at Akira.
"You are more than the Woo Clan's last hope…
…you are its future."
Torvik impaled him with the broken cane.
SHK!
Akira's scream tore through the island.
"NOOOOOOO—!!"
Master Rin collapsed, his blood soaking the earth.
Torvik kicked his body aside and turned to Akira.
"Your turn, Jim Woo."
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9 — Awakening of the Eight Limbs
Akira's vision blurred.
His ears rang.
His chest burned with rage and grief so deep it shook his soul.
Something inside him snapped open.
A power he didn't recognize flooded his veins.
Heat rushed up his arms.
His heartbeat exploded like thunder.
Torvik moved toward him lazily.
"Running time is over—"
Akira vanished from sight.
One instant he stood still.
The next, he was in front of Torvik.
His fist crashed into Torvik's solar plexus with a boxing body shot that felt like pure steel.
WHAM!
Torvik flew backward, spitting blood.
"What… what speed is that?!"
Akira didn't hear him.
He stepped forward with a Muay Thai elbow, slicing through the air.
CRACK!
Torvik's jaw snapped sideways.
Akira pivoted and launched a Taekwondo spin kick, faster than lightning.
BOOM!
Torvik slammed into the wall, vomiting blood.
The pirates trembled.
"This… this is no child…"
"He's a demon…"
"He's… a Woo!"
Akira stepped toward Torvik, eyes glowing with fury and awakening power.
Torvik crawled backward, terrified.
"Stay—stay away!"
Akira didn't listen.
He grabbed Torvik by the collar, lifted him with surprising strength, and whispered:
"For Rin."
His knee smashed Torvik's skull.
CRACK.
Torvik's body fell limp.
Silence fell over the hut.
Akira stood shaking, breath heavy, rage steaming off him like fire.
He had killed a man for the first time.
Not for revenge…
For justice.
For Rin.
For himself.
But he couldn't stay.
He wiped his tears and whispered:
"I'll come back for you, Master…
…but first, I'll survive.
I'll grow.
I'll defeat the Demon Ranks."
He picked up the scroll and began running toward the eastern cliffs, leaving behind the only home he ever knew.
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10 — Escape to the Unknown
The forest whipped past him as he ran.
Moonlight broke through the branches.
The sea roared louder the closer he got.
At the cliff's edge, he crouched behind rocks and found the hidden wooden boat tucked between boulders—a small craft Rin must have prepared long ago.
Akira touched the boat's side, tears burning his eyes again.
The old man planned this.
He knew danger would come.
He knew Akira would need to flee someday.
"Thank you… Rin…"
Shouts echoed behind him.
Pirates were close.
Akira shoved the boat into the water, jumped in, and grabbed the oar.
Waves tossed the boat violently as he paddled with everything he had.
The island grew distant.
Lights flashed behind him—pirate torches lining the shore.
"JIM WOO!" a pirate shouted.
"You won't escape! Bone Crusher is coming for you!"
Akira didn't look back.
He focused on the horizon.
On survival.
On destiny.
The wind carried his whisper into the night:
"I'll return…
…stronger than every one of you."
The small boat sailed into the unknown sea as dawn began to rise, painting the world in shades of gold.
Akira—Jim Woo—left the Last Pebble Island behind.
His real story had just begun.
Akira / Jim Woo — The Beginning of the Thousand Islands
The rain hammered the shattered deck of the wrecked ship, thunder roaring like a furious god. Akira—Jim Woo—dragged himself across the slick wooden planks. His breathing was ragged, his muscles burning, but his eyes… his eyes were blazing like a predator that refused to bow to nature.
Lightning carved the sky open again.
For a split second, an entire chain of islands appeared in the distance—floating shadows, rising cliffs, and spiraling storm clouds.
Some small.
Some huge like sleeping dragons.
Some glowing with unnatural light.
Some covered in bones.
The Archipelago of Ranks.
The legendary place his grandfather once whispered about.
A world where every island had a rank.
A world where every rank had a ruler.
And every ruler had blood on their hands.
Akira's throat tightened.
So the legends were real…
He forced himself to his knees as sea waves smashed the side of the wreck. His clothes were drenched, but his hands moved with the steadiness of a trained martial artist. The storm had pushed him to the very edge of the central island—an island no map had ever shown.
He grabbed the half-broken spear he'd saved during the storm. Not a weapon—just a lifeline. But in Akira's hands, even a broken stick was dangerous.
He staggered forward.
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The Island of Iron Fangs — Rank F
The beach was littered with broken ships and rusted metal. Torches flickered in the distance. Shapes moved behind the trees.
Akira felt them before he saw them.
Hunters.
Predators.
Killers.
Something growled from the shadows.
A huge man stepped out—shirtless, covered in tribal tattoos, holding twin cleavers bigger than Akira's forearms. His eyes were the color of rusted blood.
"Another castaway?"
His voice shook the trees.
"Good. We need fresh bodies for the Pit."
Akira straightened.
"I'm not here to die."
The giant sniffed at him.
"Hmph. All of you say that."
More men emerged—five of them—each carrying brutal weapons and wearing bone armor. Rank F islanders. Low rank… but killers from birth.
Akira exhaled slowly.
One vs six.
No weapon.
No strength left.
Perfect odds.
A tiny smirk touched his lips.
"Let's make this quick."
The giant laughed—
And Akira vanished.
---
THE FIRST FIGHT – The Awakening of Mixed Martial Arts
His feet dug into the wet sand, exploding forward.
He slid low — Muay Thai low dash.
Spun — Taekwondo turning heel whip.
Leapt — Ninjutsu silent step.
The first guard saw nothing. His jaw snapped sideways as Akira's knee smashed into it.
CRACK!
He fell, unconscious before he hit the ground.
"What—?!"
No time.
Akira pivoted, elbows slicing like blades—
His elbow struck another guard's temple—
The Art of Eight Limbs… clean and brutal.
A third opponent rushed from behind.
Akira ducked—
Slid under his swing—
Hooked the man's ankle—
Judo sweep—
Dropped him flat onto the sand.
He was moving on pure instinct now—
Each martial art blending into another like flowing water.
Muay Thai knees.
Krav Maga throat jabs.
Boxing footwork.
Taekwondo spinning kicks.
Ninjutsu stealth dodges.
It was not training.
It was survival.
---
Only the Giant Remained
The giant roared, cleavers raised.
"You little rat! DIE!"
He swung downward—
Akira stepped inside the arc—
Elbowed his ribs—
Kicked his knee—
Palm-striked his chin—
A deadly combination used by elite fighters.
But the giant did not fall.
He grabbed Akira by the throat—lifting him easily—
"Welcome to the Islands… boy."
Akira's grip tightened around the broken spear handle he'd saved from the storm.
"…Yeah," he whispered, eyes cold.
"Thanks for the welcome."
He jammed the wooden shaft into the giant's throat.
The behemoth collapsed like a falling tree, shaking the sand.
Silence.
Broken only by thunder.
Akira stood alone—trembling, soaked, barely breathing—but alive.
He had survived his first ranked island.
But this was only Rank F.
There were Rank E, D, C, B…
All the way up to Rank SSS, where the strongest villains ruled entire kingdoms.
Akira wiped the blood from his cheek.
"I need to get stronger. A lot stronger."
---
The Map of Doom
The giant had a metal plate strapped to his belt. Akira pulled it free.
A map.
An ancient one.
It showed all 100 islands, spiraling outward like a maze.
Each with a rank.
Each with a danger level.
Each with a ruler.
At the very center…
A massive island unlike any other.
The Island of Absolute Rank — Rank ???
The place where the strongest villain lived.
The one responsible for the destruction of Akira's clan.
The one who killed Jim Woo's entire family.
Akira's eyes hardened.
"So you're here."
A storm wind blew across the beach, carrying the scent of blood and destiny.
He tightened his fist around the map.
"Rank F… completed."
"Next is Rank E."
Lightning struck behind him.
And with the broken spear in hand, Akira stepped into the jungle.
Thus began his journey across the 100 islands…
toward revenge, power, and a destiny worth 800 dollars—and much more.