As Jenken wandered through the streets of Hongdae—no, whatever this version of Hongdae was—he kept his eyes on the sky, like it held the answers. The stars above barely twinkled through the haze of the city lights. His stomach groaned. His feet ached. And his pride… well, it was somewhere back in Queens, collecting dust next to his last math test.
Then he heard it.
"Well, well, well…"
Jenken's head snapped forward.
A man stood in the middle of the street like he'd been waiting there the whole time—perfect posture, arms folded, chin tilted just enough to look like he already knew how this would end.
He was tall. Easily over six feet. Slender frame, long legs, skin pale as porcelain, and eyes the color of glacier water. His canary-yellow hair gleamed under the streetlight, cut just at the chin. His black suit was crisp. Too crisp. Like he'd never sat down a day in his life. And worst of all—he wore glasses.
Jenken groaned. "Ohhh great. Just what I needed. A chicken-legged, four-eyed honor roll supervillain."
The man smirked, voice smooth and clipped. "And I get to pummel a brain-dead cow who wandered into traffic."
Jenken stepped forward, cracking his knuckles. "Oh really? So you're a trash-talker and a fashion disaster. You might actually be a challenge."
The man adjusted his tie with gloved fingers. "I am Min-ji Minho. I don't talk trash. I issue truths."
Jenken raised a fist. "Well I'm Jenken Dory, and I'm about to beat up a nerd so hard he logs off reality."
Min-ji tilted his head.
Then, without a word, he raised one pale hand—and pointed it to the ground beside him.
A ripple of energy distorted the air. Space twisted.
A summoning circle erupted in violet light.
Out from it stepped a man—tall, lean, in a deep purple bodysuit that shimmered like dark crystal. His red eyes locked onto Jenken instantly, and in one clean motion, he spun a long black-and-silver spear into his grip.
He knelt.
"Master Min-ji, you summoned me?"
Min-ji nodded once. "Yes, Lavitomo. Your opponent is that loud idiot over there."
Lavitomo rose with a grin and cracked his neck. "With pleasure."
Jenken took a step back. "Whoa whoa whoa—hey! What the hell was that?! Did you just pull a person outta a PowerPoint?!"
Min-ji adjusted his glasses. "Isn't it obvious? That's my KenJoko."
Jenken blinked. "Ken... what now?"
Lavitomo answered, voice calm and grim. "A manifestation of my master's will. I obey only him."
Jenken's eyes widened. "Wait wait wait—so you're really gonna fight me? Like... actually? With a real spear and everything?!"
Min-ji said nothing.
Neither did Lavitomo.
They just advanced.
Jenken backed up a step, arms raised. "Hey hey! Chill out! You're not actually gonna kill me, right? R-Right?!"
Silence.
Lavitomo raised the spear.
Jenken's heart was pounding like a drum in a hurricane.
"I'm sorry, alright?! I take it back, you look great in glasses—come on, man!!"
He tripped backward onto the pavement, legs trembling. The spear came down like a bolt of death—
CLANG!
A flash of black steel. Sparks exploded above him. The impact shook the air.
Jenken's eyes shot open.
Someone stood between him and the spear—her blade locked against Lavitomo's, her stance unwavering.
She was... otherworldly.
Long, flowing white hair dipped into lavender at the ends, cascading like silk in the wind. Her bangs hid her eyes almost entirely, but through the veil, twin lights of pale violet glowed faintly.
Her outfit was pure gothic armor—black, high-gloss, tight-fitting with jagged, spiked shoulders and twisted, cruel detailing across the waist and limbs. Leather? Metal? Something unearthly. A black crown sat on her head like a permanent curse.
She turned her head slightly toward Jenken.
"Oh dear, Janken. You should've summoned me sooner."
Jenken gawked. "Huh?!"
Then—beep.
A translucent hologram appeared beside her:
Name: Gothet
Owner: Jenken Dory
Height/Weight: 170cm / 56kg
Gender: Female
Jenken's jaw dropped. "Wait wait wait—this is a video game?!"
Min-ji finally walked forward, hands behind his back, completely unshaken.
"Yes," he said, flat and direct. "But it's no game. This is your new world now, prepare yourself, Janken Dory Our duel begins now."
Jenken's hands were still up, heart thundering in his chest as the dust settled from the clash.
"Uh… excuse—uh, Gothet, what's happening?!"
Gothet didn't even glance at him. Her eyes, faintly glowing violet under the veil of her bangs, stayed locked on Lavitomo. With a sharp pivot, she drove her sword forward, forcing him back with a single precise push.
"I'll explain after the battle," she said flatly, raising her blade. She and Lavitomo both dropped into mirrored stances— poised, calculating.
A glowing blue interface hovered in the air in front of Jenken with a quiet chime.
Name: Gothet
Owner: Jenken Dory
Level: 1
HP: 90 / 90
EXP: 0 / 90
Abilities
• Slash – Basic single sword strike. (DMG: 7)
• Multi Slash – Three rapid cuts. (DMG: 3 x 3)
• Air Slash – Projects a wave of cutting force. (Range: Medium)
• Dash Slash – Uses burst speed to rush and slash. (Crit Chance: +10%)
Before Jenken could react, Min-ji lifted his hand calmly and pressed a floating red button on his side of the interface. A crimson glow wrapped around Lavitomo's weapon.
"Lavitomo. Engage."
"With pleasure," Lavitomo said, licking his lips.
The spear-wielding warrior rushed forward in a blur, catching Gothet by surprise. His movements were precise, like a practiced dancer with a blade.
One slash—two—three!
Gothet takes 9 damage!
HP: 90 → 81
The clash echoed in the narrow street, steel ringing against steel as Gothet reeled back a step. She recovered quickly, but Jenken flinched like he had been hit.
"OH. Ohhh okay, this is turn-based?!" Jenken shouted. "I FREAKIN' HATE TURN-BASED! It's so hard and so stupid!"
Min-ji, still composed, adjusted his glasses without looking at him.
"Only foolish monkeys dismiss what they don't understand. Turn-based combat is elegant—built on strategy and intellect. Naturally, it isn't for everyone."
Jenken scoffed. "Yeah, yeah, your opinion's trash. Just like that knockoff business outfit. What even is that tie? You win that from a vending machine?"
Gothet stood upright, calm as ever despite the attack.
"Sir, please give me your command."
"Uh, right, right... Miss uh..."
"Gothet," she said, softly but firm.
"Right, Gothet. So like—what move should I pick?"
"It's your choice, Master. I'll follow through."
Jenken put his hands on his hips, squinting at the screen.
"Hmmm... hmm hmm hmm..."
Min-ji sighed audibly. "Would you just pick already? You're wasting your own time."
"HOLD ON, MAN, I'M THINKING!"
Min-ji gave the smallest shake of his head. "Honestly. It's entirely useless for you to think at all. We both know you're going to lose."
A vein visibly pulsed in Jenken's forehead. He gritted his teeth. "Alright. BET. Let's go, goth queen."
He slammed his hand on the interface and selected the Slash command.
Gothet didn't hesitate—her body surged forward in a clean arc, black sword slashing across Lavitomo's chest with elegant force.
Lavitomo takes 7 damage!
HP: 103 → 96
Jenken blinked at the numbers. "HUH?! HE HAS MORE HP THAN YOU?!"
Lavitomo gave a smug grin. "Because I'm Level 3. And I intend to be Level 4 when I'm finished with you."
Gothet took a step back into stance, breathing steady. Then she whispered under her breath, voice meant only for Jenken:
"Master Jenken… do not let them get into your head. I believe in you."
Jenken blinked, caught off guard. Her voice was calm. Sincere.
He smirked.
"Don't worry. My goth—uh, queen—we're gonna win this. No clown with a cosplay spear's gonna stop us."
Min-ji's lips curled faintly, but it wasn't amusement. It was calculation.
"Next turn," he said coldly. "Let's see how long that confidence lasts."
The holograms flared brighter. The battle had just begun.