Dirk San Jose sat on the edge of his dorm bed, the fluorescent lights of the Marine College flickering faintly above him. The clock ticked with a rhythm that felt almost mocking. 21 years old. Second-year college student. And yet, life felt meaningless.
Outside, students laughed, biked, and chatted. Dirk's lips twitched—a faint smile—but it disappeared as quickly as it came. He didn't belong here. Not really.
His sanctuary was anime, a world where power, freedom, and triumph existed—things he could never feel in real life. Tonight, he clicked on Hajime no Ippo. Watching Ippo fight, he felt… alive. His chest tightened with a fire he hadn't felt in years.
Then came a manhwa recommendation: The Boxer. There he saw Yu, moving with lethal grace, his fists sharp and precise. Dirk's heart raced. If only I could be like him…
He didn't just want Yu's skill—he wanted the ultimate fighter. He wanted Daniel Park's Second Body from Lookism, and every mastery imaginable: strength, speed, endurance, technique, conviction. Heat Mode. Ultra Instinct. Perfect Copy. Black bones. Animal instincts. Invisible attacks. Genius-level intelligence.
A hum filled the room. Dirk spun around.
"Who… who's there?"
A holographic figure materialized: ROB.
"Dirk San Jose," it said. "I am here to grant your deepest wishes. Tell me—what do you truly desire?"
Dirk froze. His mind raced. Could this be real? Could all his fantasies come true?
"I… I want to be strong. I want to be perfect. Faster, smarter, stronger, more skilled than anyone. I want my body, my mind, my soul… all of it to reach its absolute peak. I want to be… invincible."
ROB's eyes glowed. "Describe in detail, Dirk. Every wish matters."
Dirk listed everything:
•Daniel Park's Second Body—6'6, 210 lbs, perfect athletic form
•Masteries: Strength, Speed, Endurance, Technique, Conviction
•Heat/Hatred Mode, Ultra Instinct, Animal Instincts
•Perfect Copy skill
•Black bones durability
•Invisible attacks
•Genius-level intelligence
•100x guaranteed cashback
•Identity as an orphan in Ippo's world, classmate and silent friend
Power surged through him. Every muscle, every nerve, every synapse screamed with energy. His mind became a lightning-fast machine of strategy and analysis. His body reshaped itself into perfection.
The next moment, he was in Japan, inside a classroom. Orphaned, as he wished, and a classmate of Ippo Makunouchi. He observed silently, smiling faintly at Ippo. A quiet friendship began.
Soon, Dirk decided to join Komogawa Gym. The moment he walked in, Coach Komogawa noticed him. Dirk's posture, aura, and natural movement screamed talent.
"You… you've got talent," Komogawa said. "Where have you been hiding?"
Dirk simply nodded, already analyzing, already planning, already improving.
This was the beginning of Dirk San Jose's journey. Not just as a fighter, but as something more… perfect.
As he left the gym, watching the sunset paint the sky, a small spark of anticipation burned in him.
Tomorrow, I fight. Not to win. Not to prove anything. But to test myself. To see just how far I can go.
And for the first time, Dirk smiled… truly smiled.