Chapter 3: I'm Batman
2 years later
General POV
The young man swung open the bathroom door, his hair still damp and tousled from the shower. Water droplets danced in the air, glistening in the light as they cascaded over his strong, chiseled muscles.
He paused in front of the mirror, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. With a casual flick of his hand, he tousled his hair even more, enjoying the way it framed his face. Flexing slightly, he admired the definition of his muscles, feeling a surge of pride at the result of his hard work.
There was something empowering about seeing himself like this, a reminder of the strength and confidence he carried within.
With a grin, he turned from the mirror and opened his closet. Inside, there were clothes of all colors, but today, he felt like wearing all black.
He grabbed a big black shirt, liking how it looked loose on him. Then he picked out some black pants, easy to move in. Lastly, he chose a pair of black Air Force Ones, loving how they looked fresh and clean.
"Okay let's make some money baby~ " he spoke to himself as he cracked his knuckles standing infront of the classic car infront of him.
[MCs appearence :
Alright, so picture this: our main character is like a mini Toji, but he's got the height of Vasco and a bit less muscle than orginal toji. We're talking 6'0 with a potential to reach 6'5 of teenage awkwardness and a body that's still figuring things out.
If he were all beefed up like a pure muscular war machine just as older toji was, he'd probably scare the socks off his 16-year-old pookies .
So, instead, he's got this leaner frame,Basically, he's a work in progress.]
Mcs POV
Zooming down the road, overtaking cars left and right, I tightened my grip on the wheel. Memories of the past two years flooded my mind, of endless hours spent in the gym lifting weights that seemed straight out of superhero comics.
At night, I transformed into my own version of Batman(The Laughing one), not to save Gotham City, but to gain experience. Training alone wasn't enough to prepare me for the monsters I'd face in the future. I needed real-life experiences,countless life-and-death situations.
And boy, did I have plenty of them. Swords? My skin had toughened up so much that blades just bounced off. Bullets? I could practically catch them mid-air. Poison? Didn't even faze me. Nukes? I could outrun them faster and give backshots to flash(weakest one) on the way.
The cheat I'd acquired, the "Heavenly Restriction," wasn't your just ordinary isekai cheat. It boosted my potential to insane levels. The more I trained, the stronger I became. No matter the martial art, no matter the weapon, no matter the opponent—I could adapt in seconds.
[Outside Hotel Spades ]
General POV
As the vintage black car glided gracefully into the hotel premises, its sleek exterior gleaming under the gentle glow of streetlights, heads turned and whispers rippled through the night air. The low purr of the engine along with the classy look seemed to grab everyone's attention.
The door swung open, and he stepped out, exuding an air of effortless cool and laziness. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the keys to the chauffeur
As he made his way through the crowd, he couldn't help but notice the admiring glances from the girls nearby.
"Ooh, who's that?" one of the girls whispered, her eyes widening with curiosity as she nudged her friend beside her.
"I don't know, but he's definitely got that bad boy vibe," another girl chimed in licking her lips and looking at him, her voice tinged with sultry as she watched him with keen interest.
With a playfulness in his eye, gave them a charming wink. Their cheeks flushed a rosy hue as they giggled and exchanged excited whispers.
Settling into his seat at the fancy restaurant, he was promptly attended to by a man in his late thirties with a noticeable belly. "What would you like to have, sir?" the waiter politely asked with a small bow.
After placing his order, his dishes arrived promptly, and he began to dig in without losing its heat. However, his attention was soon diverted to the table beside him.
"Is that Tom Lee?" he murmured to himself, eyeing the bulky man across from him. The ponytail, the tight baby suit—everything checked out. But the man's appearance was like more... Ugly as sin? Check, check, and check!
But what really caught his attention was the man sitting beside him, dressed in a traditional Korean hanbok. "Extra?" he muttered a little too loudly, drawing glances from the other party.
As he glanced around, he noticed that people were indeed keeping an eye on the mysterious figure in the hanbok. It was clear that this person held some importance.
CREATORS' THOUGHTS 
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