Chapter 22

After another opponent was killed in just a few seconds, a game window different appeared,

'Placement matches completed'

The question mark for his rank broke away, it revealed an purple diamond with a skull in the center a sword piercing through the center.

'Grandmaster rank achieved 10,000 GP recieved'

Gyun stared at the rank for a bit, "what the fuck is Grandmaster?"

Tapping the question mark next to his rank, it opened his previous match statistics which boasted an impressive average match time of 3.8 seconds, he scrolled past them hastily. Until he reached the bottom where ranks were displayed, in order.

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Rookie : 0-1000GP

Warrior : 2000-2999GP

Veteran : 2000-3999GP

Expert : 4000-5999Gp

Master: 5000-6999GP

Challenger:7000-8999GP

Grandmaster: 9000-10999

Apex Predator: Top 500 in the world

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"Huh? Thats pretty good, then"

Gyun checked the time, it had only been a few minutes since he'd started playing, a bit bored he opened the in game shop and bought an item with the reward money he received for winning his duels.

He didn't think he'd need it but it felt reassuring, as he equipped a second sword on the same hip above his other sword.

The second sword was notably shorter then the first at least a 6 inches shorter compared to the 2 and a half foot long katana.

Gyun drew both swords, though this was a still a game and there was no such thing as weigh he liked to get a feel of the sword. His swings were slower due to the weight of wielding both blades at the same time with only one hand and the games restriction on the strength of Gyun's character.

After a few cursory swings Gyun felt he had a feel for weight, pressing to enter another game.

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As the match loaded and the battleground loaded in Gyun felt the typical light nausea he'd grown used to.

He had yet to get used to the changes in environment and how awkward the feelings of an artificial imitation of gravity and motion felt.

Sheathing the shorter blade, his opponent loaded into the game, Gyun noted that this player had a level that was noticeably higher then any of the players he'd faced before. At lv 64 his armor was a fancy pearl white.

*Ding

Gyun looked down towards the bottom of his view as he received a notification, it was a chat message from his opponent.

Gyun opened it,

'Are you smurfing'

"What?" Gyun was confused what smurfing meant,

-was he talking about the blue people from a movie?-

3!

Gyun broke his attention closing the chat as raised the larger of his two katanas, keeping his second smaller sword in its sheath.

2.....1

Gyun exploded forward moving his head slightly just enough to cause the small throwing knife miss as he swung his sword as he ducked under the desperate slash of his opponent.

The player managed to move back at the last second just enough to avoid a killing deal being dealt but Gyun moved with the momentum of his previous swing.

Switching grips he stood up as he spun and stabbed his sword into the players neck, registering a fatal blow the player disappeared.

Sighing as he sheathed his blade once again, there was once again no satisfaction to be felt in his victory, the opponents were all inexperienced fools who cracked under pressure.

Gyun wasn't even trying, yet none could last more then one move except the high level players and even then if it wasn't a video game the blow would have him doubled over screaming in pain.

He felt a numbness, there was. I satisfaction gained from winning. Gyun had experienced more happiness in the few months he'd returned then he had in the entire 10 years.

He was genuinely happy, and he was sure he could slowly reconnect with his family and branch and make true friends.

But there were things to accomplish first, he needed to investigate the accident that killed his father and paralyzed him, according to what his mom told him.

The accident was caused by a drunk driver and happened sometime at night on his way home from kendo practice. The disturbing thing that stood out to Gyun though that kept him up at night ever since he'd returned.

The day he was in the accident and was in the car with his dad, Gyun had transmigrated a few hours prior to the accident. He fell into murim after the competition, he had no memory of ever getting into a car to go home.

Gyun logged off the game, as he pulled the headset off, getting up and pulling the hoodie back over his head. The only thing holding Gyun back from beginning his search for the truth was the fear of his own weakness.

Weapons were created to give the weak a chance to kill the strong, no matter how much Gyun trained his body or his martial arts a gun would kill him regardless, indiscriminately from a nobody.

Without his Qi Gyun felt weak, so he would supplement the weaknesses of his martial arts with martial arts of the modern world. He would improve all facets of his game before he would make a move, he also lacked the proper resources to even investigate something that was ruled a result of drunk driving.

Gyun would wait until he had amassed everything he needed than he would move with a vengeance. He couldn't afford any mistakes, he'd already died once there would not be a second chance.