Saman_Suthar

In a world where strength dictates survival, Jihan, a weak and bullied high school student, has spent his life at the bottom of the social hierarchy—beaten, humiliated, and powerless. But everything changes when a mysterious app called Dominance Code appears on his phone with a chilling message:

"Break free or be broken."

The app forces Jihan into brutal life-or-death missions, rewarding him with real physical upgrades and punishing failure with severe pain and consequences. As he learns to manipulate the system, he begins rising through the ranks of his school's underground fight scene, gathering allies and enemies alike.

But the deeper Jihan delves, the darker the truth becomes. The system is not just a game—it’s a war. Other users lurk in the shadows, some as rivals, others as rulers. The Dominators—the ones who control the app—have their own sinister agenda.

With every fight, every betrayal, and every blood-soaked battle, Jihan inches closer to the true purpose of the system. Will he break free from its grip? Or will he seize control and rewrite the rules of power itself?

One thing is certain—in the world of Dominance Code, only the strong survive.

Dominance Code

Jihan's body ached from the fight, but his mind burned with questions. The stranger had shown him what true strength looked like, and the system confirmed that more powerful enemies were watching.

But who were they? And why did they care about him now?

As he walked home, the streets were eerily quiet. He turned a corner and froze. A group of students—not just random thugs, but well-trained fighters—stood blocking his path.

A tall, broad-shouldered student with shaved hair and cold eyes stepped forward. He cracked his knuckles, grinning.

[New Mission: Survive the Ambush]

Objective: Defeat or Escape from the Attackers

Reward: +2 Strength, +1 Reflex

Penalty: Fractured Rib (Temporary Injury)

Jihan exhaled slowly. So this was their move.

Jihan didn't wait for them to attack first. Hesitation was weakness.

He charged at the leader, feinting a right hook before twisting into a brutal left elbow strike. Crack! The shaved-head student staggered back, but the others surged forward.

The first attacker swung a metal pipe. Jihan ducked low, letting it sail over his head. He lashed out with a sweeping kick, knocking the student off balance before ramming a knee into his gut.

Another came from behind. Too close. Jihan spun, raising his arms just in time to block a punch, but the force sent him skidding backward.

The leader recovered, wiping blood from his lip. He was enjoying this.

"You've got some fight in you, but let's see how long that lasts."

The Turning Point

Jihan's breathing was heavy, but his mind was sharp. He couldn't let them control the pace. He needed to break their formation.

He spotted a loose manhole cover near his foot.

Use the environment.

He stomped on the edge, sending it flying toward the leader's face. The bald fighter barely dodged, but the distraction was enough—Jihan lunged, grabbing the fallen metal pipe and swinging it into his ribs.

The leader coughed violently, staggering back.

A second attacker charged with a wild haymaker. Jihan sidestepped, driving the pipe into the back of his knee. The student collapsed, groaning in pain.

The last one hesitated. That was all Jihan needed.

He dropped the pipe, closed the distance in a blink, and landed a brutal uppercut to the jaw. The student hit the ground, unconscious.

Jihan wiped blood from his cheek. Mission complete.

[Mission Success: +2 Strength, +1 Reflex Earned]

More enemies were coming. The real hunt had begun.

Jihan smirked, stepping over the fallen fighters.

"Come at me, then. I'll take you all down."

The Next Challenge

Jihan had no illusions—this was only the beginning. His fight with the ambushers had revealed two things: first, that he was stronger than he had ever been before, and second, that his enemies were growing just as fast.

He had to get better. Faster. Smarter. Deadlier.

The system granted him rewards, but he needed more than stats—he needed strategy.

That night, he didn't sleep. He trained. Every muscle screamed in protest, but he pushed through. Pain was temporary. Weakness was unacceptable.

It was time to turn the tables.

Chapter 7: The Hunt Begins