"The last thing I remember… I was hit by a truck."
She blinked, trying to make sense of her surroundings, but all she could see was an endless black void stretching in every direction. Slowly, she looked down at herself—only to realize she had no body, no face, nothing.
Instead, her entire being glowed faintly, wrapped in a shimmering white aura.
"I… don't even have a body or a face," she whispered, her voice echoing strangely in the void.
Suddenly, a bright, holographic tab appeared in front of her.
[Hello]
She tilted her glowing head slightly. "Uhmm… hi? But… what is this?"
[Spin to get your looks]
A spinning wheel popped up, flashing with different options. She hesitated, then tapped it.
The wheel slowed… stopped… and the result appeared.
[More beautiful than average]
Her aura flickered with excitement. "Well, thank you! But… what is happening?"
[Spin to get your physical condition]
The wheel spun again, clicking rapidly before landing on—
[Godlike physique]
Her eyes widened. "Thanks, dude…" she muttered, unsure whether to laugh or panic.
[Select to get your powers]
Two options appeared as the wheel spun one final time:
[Ultra Instinct]
[Black Bone]
Her heart—if she even had one—skipped a beat.
"Wait… am I going to be reincarnated in Lookism?!" she gasped.
The system's next message flashed ominously:
[Looks like you got really good things. But if everything's too good, the story will be boring… Hope you survive.]
Before she could respond, everything went black again.
When she opened her eyes, she was lying on a creaky bed in a small, unfamiliar room. Her hands—real hands now—looked soft and feminine. She stumbled to a mirror and froze.
A girl with striking features stared back at her.
Looking around, she spotted a folded t-shirt and jeans on the chair. Slowly, she picked them up, her heart racing.
Her new life had just begun.
The Knock at the Door
A sudden, loud knock echoed through the small room.
"Who could that be…?" she murmured, brows furrowing.
Hesitating for a moment, she cautiously walked to the door and pulled it open.
Standing there was a middle-aged woman with harsh features, her arms crossed and eyes glaring with hostility.
"Yes?" she asked politely, still trying to process her situation.
The woman's expression twisted in rage. "Yes?! What do you mean yes, you bitch?!" she yelled, her voice sharp and grating. "Get your lazy ass out here and do the chores if you don't want a beating!"
The girl blinked, stunned, before narrowing her eyes.
"And why would I?" she asked calmly, her tone almost mocking.
The woman froze, as if not believing what she just heard. Then her face contorted with pure fury.
"What the fuck did you just say to me?!" she shrieked.
Before the girl could react, the woman lunged at her, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking it violently.
"Ah—!" she winced as she was dragged across the floor, her bare feet scraping against the wooden boards.
The woman yanked her into the living room and, without hesitation, began slapping her across the face—again and again.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
The force of each hit stung, leaving her cheeks burning and her ears ringing.
Through the haze of pain, she caught sight of a man sitting comfortably on the couch, watching the scene unfold.
He was laughing.
Leaning back lazily, he chuckled as if her suffering was some kind of entertainment.
"Look at this brat," the woman spat, panting from rage. "She's finally talking back now, huh?"
The man snorted, his smirk widening. "Tch, serves her right. Teach her a lesson. She needs to remember her place."
The woman tightened her grip on the girl's hair, lifting her head roughly.
"You hear that, bitch?!" she yelled. "This is what happens when you get smart with me!"
Her hand raised again for another slap—
But this time…
The girl's eyes flashed.
Something inside her shifted.