After dinner, I retreated to my room and locked the door. I didn't turn on the lights. I sat in the center of the bed, the moonlight through the window casting a silver glow over the floor. I took a deep breath and opened my inventory. The screen exploded into a shower of purple and gold. Twelve cards.
[PLATINUM CARD : UPGRADE]
[FA JIN]
The User Gains the Ability to Launch FA JIN Strikes
[PLATINUM CARD : NORMAL CARD]
[PEEK AT YOU]
You Can Take A Peek At Another Person.
I felt a thrill of power. Peek At You was the key to see the potential of peoples,I can now check anyone's stats . And Fa Jin... that was the bridge between my old world's martial arts and this new world's system { Author's note :- Fa Jin will replace kalaripayattu }.
I continued down the list.
[GOLD CARD: UPGRADE]
[GROW 1.2 INCHES]
YOU WILL GROW 1.2 INCHES TALLER.
* THIS CARD WILL DISAPPEAR ONCE USED!
[GOLD CARD: UPGRADE]
[LIFE INSURANCE]
ALLOWS THE USER TO WITHSTAND AN OPPONENT'S ATTACK ONCE WITHOUT FALLING UNCONSCIOUS.
* ONE-TIME USE CARD
[GOLD CARD: TRIGGER CARD]
[GOOD LISTENER]
ENHANCES THE USER'S HEARING.
There were five Silver cards: three TAEKWONDO - REVERSE ROUNDHOUSE KICK variations, along with
BASKETBALL 3-POINTER( basically a basketball skill ) and
[SILVER CARD : SILVER TONGUE]
INCREASES THE USER'S PROBABILITY OF PERSUADING THE OTHER PARTY.
And Finally, two Bronze cards:
Too Much Work ( a card for writing or drawing webtoons quickly )and
Lesser Where Was The Switch Again ( basically a night vision).
I didn't hesitate. I activated the Grow 1.2 Inches card first. The familiar, agonizing heat washed over my bones. I felt my shins and thighs stretch, the tendons snapping and reforming. I gripped the sheets until my knuckles turned white. When the heat faded, I stood up. My pyjamas were now noticeably shorter.
I then used the Taekwondo cards and the Fa Jin card. The information entered my mind. I ignored the Basketball one; it was a waste to me.
"Now," I whispered, sitting at my desk. "Let's check something."
The neon lights of Gangbuk flickered outside the window as Choyun sat at his desk, the blue glow of his laptop illuminating a face that had grown increasingly cold and calculating.
Choyun ignored the temporary boost and turned his attention to the screen. He searched for the one name that mattered: Kim Rak-hun.
The data was grim. His grandfather, once the "Iron Lion of Gangbuk," was bleeding influence. He had been the winning local politician for years, but the last two elections had been a disaster. The decline started almost exactly after his grandmother's passing. Grief had slowed the lion, and the hyenas had moved in.
Choyun scrolled through the profiles of the ruling party's local favorites. His eyes locked on the primary opponent, Gu Mayor Ma Tae-san,
So he's the one ruling Gangbuk now.
If that's the case, then the next step is obvious—find someone close to him. Someone who knows what he hides behind that public image. Someone who's seen everything.
After digging through records and old photos, one name kept appearing.
His Secretary Myeong-soo
The man was always there. Standing beside him in every major event. In every photograph. Close enough to know things no outsider ever would.
And that made him dangerous.
If I could get my hands on the Gu Mayor's secrets through him… then I'd have leverage. Enough leverage to help my cheap grandfather secure his seat in the upcoming elections.
Information was power.
And in this world, power decided everything.
Choyun whispered.
He had seen enough .He closed the laptop and slept through the morning.
For the first time in weeks, Choyun didn't wake up at 5:00 AM.
He stayed in bed until 9:00 AM. In the PTJ world, strength wasn't just about training; it was about efficiency. His muscles needed a full day of rest to consolidate the explosive growth from his recent battles. Sunday was for recovery.
After a quiet breakfast, Choyun wiped his hands and looked at the man standing silently by the door.
"Alfred," Choyun said.
"Yes, Young Master?"
"Call my grandfather. Ask if he is free to receive a visitor today."
Alfred bowed, his expression unreadable as always, and stepped away.
Moments later, he returned. "The Chairman was... surprised, to say the least. He is currently at his campaign office. He says you are welcome to visit."
As Alfred and I were heading toward the exit, I noticed my mother in the garden, watering the flowers.
Before I could ask why she was doing it herself instead of letting the servants handle it, she spoke first.
"Choyun… did you grow taller?"
I paused for a moment, then replied casually,
"Just a growth spurt."
She smiled faintly, then went back to watering the plants.
I glanced at the flowers and finally asked,
"Why are you doing this yourself?"
She looked at them with quiet fondness.
"I always water them after you leave for school," she said. "They're my favorite."
The flowers were camellias—elegant, expensive, and carefully maintained. Just like everything else in this house.
I didn't say anything more.
Moments later, I got into the car with Alfred, and he drove us toward my grandfather's campaign office.
The office sat in a forgotten corner of Gangbuk, far from the noise of the city. Inside, the air reeked of stale tobacco and dried ink, the scent of a man who had been sitting in the same place for far too long.
Kim Rak-hun sat behind a massive mahogany desk—too grand for a room this small. His eyes were fixed on the large map of Seoul pinned to the wall, its edges curling with age.
"Choyun," Rak-hun said without turning around. "You rarely visit. Especially not at office that's about to be shut down."
"You're thinking of retiring," Choyun replied flatly.
The old man let out a dry laugh.
"Retiring? No. I'm being realistic." His fingers tightened around the armrest. "The ruling party is cutting off my connections. My donors are disappearing one by one. Even people who used to call me 'brother' across the street when they see me now they are just ignoring me."
He finally turned toward the wall again, staring at the map.
"In my prime… I used to look at this and see my future."
His finger tapped the center of Seoul.
"Mayor. Maybe even more."
Then his hand dropped.
"But look at me now." His voice sank. "I can't even hold onto a single district like Gangbuk. I've become a joke."
The room fell silent.
Choyun watched him quietly.
A man who once thought he could rule the city… now reduced to clinging to scraps of influence.
Pathetic.
But still useful to me .
Suddenly, the familiar purple window flickered into existence before his eyes.
{ Author's note :-
Does anyone know where Viral Hit takes place? Like, which area of Seoul?
We know that Taehoon Seong studies at Gangbuk High School.
And Bomi (Hoobin's crush) goes to the same school as Eugene from Lookism, which is in Gangnam .
I also created a basic map of Seoul ( mainly lookism, questism and viral hit ) check that and mention if you find any error in it }