Somewhere in the modern world called Earth, there is one place where time seems to stand still — the Tokyo Dome. Tonight, it's electrified. The roar of 55,000 fans shakes the air like thunder. The lights blaze. The energy crackles. It's the grand finals. The championship match for the World Kickboxing Tournament.
The announcer's voice booms across the arena, nearly swallowed by the cheering masses:
"ANNOUNCING THE FINAL MATCH! Powerhouse Eden Rose vs. The Defending Champion... RIOT!"
The crowd erupts. Fans scream, wave banners, chant names. Some shout for the hard-hitting Eden Rose, others for their queen — the undefeated 12-time champion Riley Morgan, known to the world as "Riot."
Voices rise from all directions:
"Riley's gonna crush it again!"
"Eden's got power, she's taking the title tonight!"
"RIOT! RIOT! RIOT!"
"Eden all the way!"
"No one kicks like Riot — she's unbeatable!"
"I just wanna see fire!"
Back in the locker room, 17-year-old Riley Morgan sits cross-legged, calm amid the chaos. She's beautiful in a striking, untamed way. Eyes sharp and emerald green, a wide smile playing on her lips beneath her red fairy hair. Hoodie up, kickboxing gi underneath, she's a storm in stillness.
She stretches slowly, gracefully, whispering to herself:
"Rituals win today. Don't back down. Believe in yourself."
A few light punches, a kick combo, a shadow fight against invisible pressure. She nods.
Knock knock.
"Coming," she calls, standing up.
She closes her eyes, breathes in, breathes out. A long pause. Then a confident smirk curls her lips. She pulls a stick of gum from her hoodie pocket, pops it in.
"Let's give them a show."
She chuckles low and walks toward the tunnel.
The arena dims.
"Ladies and gentlemen," the announcer cries, "It's TIME... for the MAIN EVENT!"
Fans go feral. Camera flashes, flags waving, chants shaking the stands.
"On the left corner — the Powerhouse... EDEN ROSE!"
Eden emerges — tall, fierce, stoic. Her entrance is disciplined and powerful. The crowd roars. Fans yell predictions, praises, some boo. But the respect is deafening.
"And in the RIGHT corner..."
Silence.
Then — BOOM.
A bass drop shatters the stillness. Riot's custom entrance music blares — a wild fusion of dubstep and hard rock, heavy kicks layered with riot sirens.
The lights flicker red and violet like a police raid at a rave. Fog rolls thick across the floor. LED panels beneath the stage flash words:
"UNDEFEATED"
"ONE-WOMAN RIOT"
"KICK FIRST, ASK NEVER"
Sirens scream. Smoke. Heat. Chaos.
Then she appears.
Riley "Riot" Morgan steps out with hands tucked in her hoodie pockets, gum between her teeth, chin lifted, eyes gleaming. Combat boots thud in rhythm with the beat. Her red leather hoodie swings open to reveal bold black shorts emblazoned with "KICK THIS" across one thigh.
As she walks down the ramp, the crowd goes absolutely wild. She winks playfully at the camera, then turns her attention to the fans lining the barricades. With a mischievous grin, she blows kisses to the front row and winks at a group of girls holding signs with her name. The girls scream in excitement, jumping and waving, some holding their faces like they've been personally blessed.
"She's such a flirt! I LOVE HER!"
"Did she just wink at me?!"
"Riot owns this place — QUEEN!"
"I don't care if she wins, I just wanna marry her!"
Halfway down the ramp, she stops, spins — a flash of motion — and throws a blazing roundhouse into the air. BOOM! Pyro explodes in a circle of flame behind her.
The crowd loses it.
She enters the ring. Spotlights track only her. For three long seconds, everything else vanishes.
The announcer leans in — but Riley kicks the mic stand away, snatches the mic mid-spin, and roars:
"LET'S RIOT!"
The fans explode. No one sits. No one breathes.
Riley lands in a crouch, fist to the mat, one leg extended like she's about to launch her signature Blazing Spin Heel at the speed of thought. She slowly stands, removes her jacket, revealing the sleek armor of her gear. Her eyes lock on Eden.
In her mind, she sizes up the challenger:
She's strong. Controlled. But can she handle the storm?
The referee steps forward, serious and focused.
"Fighters," he says. "Are you ready?"
Both nod.
"Alright then... FIGHT!"
The bell rings.
Riley and Eden circle, eyes locked.
"Let's give them a show," Riley whispers.
Eden looked at Riley with a confident smirk.
Riley raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"
Eden chuckled, her voice edged with mockery. "Just thinking how sweet it'll be proving that even the unbeatable can bleed. You've had your time, Riot — tonight, I make history."
Riley laughed, tilting her head. "Cute. Real cute. You really think you're gonna win? Sorry to disappoint you, sweetheart — you're just another name on my highlight reel." She blew her a kiss. "But hey, don't worry. I'll still take you out on a date. Wouldn't want you to feel too bad about losing."
Eden's face twitched, her smirk fading into a scowl. "You're infuriating."
She lunged.
A hard punch whistled through the air — but Riley dodged, slipping just out of reach.
"Awww, temper temper," Riley teased, grinning. "Did I hit a nerve?"
The bell hadn't even rung again, but suddenly the match was on.
The next 20 minutes became a storm of violence.
Punches. Kicks. Sweeps. Elbows. Grapples. Throwdowns. Back-and-forth, like a perfectly choreographed war. Riley's precise, acrobatic strikes met Eden's raw, powerhouse strength. Each blow echoed across the arena, igniting roars from the audience.
The crowd screamed, chanted, some fans crying, some trembling.
The announcer was losing his voice. "THIS IS INSANE! EDEN'S A MONSTER! RIOT'S TAKING HITS — IS THIS THE END OF HER STREAK?!"
Riley was slowing. Her breathing grew ragged. Her legs felt heavy, arms like stone. Her vision blurred at the edges.
What's happening to me? she thought. I'm tired... like really tired. My body's not bouncing back like usual.
But Eden wasn't untouched. Her breaths were heavy, her skin flushed. Her movements were slower — but still dangerous.
She's a beast, Riley admitted in her mind. But I'm not done yet.
Eden grinned through bloodied lips. "You should just quit. Save yourself the embarrassment. Give me the belt."
Riley smirked, breathing hard. "I'm not a quitter. You should know that by now. But win or lose... still taking you out."
Eden growled, cracking her knuckles. "It's your funeral."
Riley inhaled deeply. In. Out. In. Out. Trying to steady herself.
Suddenly, Eden charged.
Riley's instincts kicked in. She raised her guard — blocked the first punch, parried a kick, and countered. The next 10 minutes were brutal. Each fighter scraping the bottom of their stamina, every move calculated, desperate, raw.
Riley's vision blurred again. Why does it feel like I'm falling apart? My body's... off. Can't quit now.
Eden stumbled slightly, then steadied. "Let's finish this," she said.
Riley grinned faintly. "Agreed."
"WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN NOW?!" the announcer screamed. "THEY'RE BOTH ON THE EDGE! ONE HIT COULD END THIS!"
They locked eyes. Time slowed.
Then — both fighters dashed forward.
Eden moved first. A sharp elbow into Riley's temple. Then a roundhouse to the jaw. Riley's head whipped to the side. Her knees buckled.
This is it, she thought. Is this how I lose?
She was falling — the world spun — her body giving in.
The crowd gasped.
The announcer howled. "EDEN LANDS IT! COULD THIS BE IT FOR RIOT?!"
But something sparked.
No.
Riley gritted her teeth. I'm not losing.
She caught herself mid-fall, crouched low.
Fist to the mat.
One leg extended.
Signature stance.
Blazing Spin Heel.
With a cry from the depths of her being, Riley twisted — pouring every last ounce of energy into the kick. Her foot connected with Eden's face in a flash of motion and impact.
Eden flew backwards.
The crowd went silent.
She hit the mat. Hard.
The referee rushed over.
One moment.
Two.
Three.
"WINNER — RILEY MORGAN!!!"
The crowd exploded.
The announcer screamed: "UNREAL! THE 13-TIME CHAMPION — RILEY 'RIOT' MORGAN!!!"
Riley stood, barely. The ref raised her hand.
I did it, she thought. Thirteen titles. Still the queen.
But then — something felt wrong.
Her vision blurred again.
She staggered.
The cheers faded.
Her footing gave way.
She collapsed.
What's going on...? Why... why can't I feel my legs...?
Her thoughts flickered. Her sight dimmed. Then — black.
A breeze. Birds.
Riley stirred.
She blinked.
Blue sky above her.
"What the hell...?" she muttered. "Where's the ceiling? Where's the crowd?"
She sat up. Before her, a lush forest.
Her jaw dropped. "This... this isn't the Tokyo Dome. This isn't even Tokyo."
Confused, dizzy, she rubbed her eyes.
What happened? Did I... die? No way. Did I get knocked into a coma?
Suddenly — a glowing blue screen appeared before her, floating mid-air.
WELCOME TO ANOTHER WORLD
"WHAT?!" Riley yelped, jumping back. "No no no. No way. This... is this some isekai anime bull—?!"
She stared at the screen.
Her heart raced.
"I just wanted to win a fight — not wake up in another dimension!"
She squinted at the glowing text.
The blue screen flickered, loading slowly before settling into a clean display filled with details.
STATUS SCREEN
Name: Riley Morgan
Age: 22
Race: Human (Arcane-Enhanced)
Level: 1
Class: Arcane Kickboxer
Titles: Queen of the Ring, Tomboy Tempest, One Who Fell Between Worlds
Attributes:
Health Points (HP): 1250
Magic Points (MP): 1100
Strength (STR): 65
Agility (AGI): 78
Endurance (END): 61
Mana: 100
Luck: 54
Charm: 88
Normal Skills:
Appraisal: Analyze people, objects, creatures, and items to reveal basic information and hidden traits.
Enhanced Reflexes: Increases reaction time and ability to dodge or respond in close combat.
Pain Tolerance: Reduces pain reception, allowing for more focus under damage or fatigue.
Parkour Mastery: Grants superior urban and natural movement — wall running, flips, spins, vaults, and more.
Quickstep: A short burst of speed to reposition instantly during combat.
Combat Awareness: Heightened perception of enemy movement, tells, and patterns.
High Kick Mastery: Increases both power and accuracy of all high-kick techniques.
Mana Control (Beginner): Basic ability to manipulate, channel, and sustain mana usage.
Athletic Body (Passive): Naturally high stamina recovery and agility from years of intense physical training.
Night Vision: Enhanced visibility in low-light environments.
Ability Skills:
Afterimage Dash – Short-range teleport/dash with illusion trail
Mana Sense (Passive) – Detects nearby magic users and flows
Arc Guard Counter – Times a mana counter-pulse upon blocking
Arcane Core Link (Passive) – Automatically converts stamina into mana
Combat Sixth Sense (Passive) – Danger premonition during battle
Arcane Kickboxer Arts:
Arcane Smash Kick – A mana-infused spinning kick that causes a small shockwave
Blazing Heel Drop – A high-speed diving kick engulfed in fire mana. Causes small AoE impact damage and burns the ground
Afterimage Dance – Rapid kicks with movement so fast they leave magical illusion trails to confuse enemies
Lightning Lunge – A quick step-and-strike combo infused with electric mana. Stunning jab followed by a leg sweep
Shockwave Spin Kick – A full-body spin infused with mana sends a wave of force in all directions
Arcane Counter: Mirror Fist – A punch that reflects low-tier magic back to the caster
Heel of Judgment – Her signature finisher — a fire-infused heel drop from above with explosion
Void Palm – Condensed mana burst from palm, short-range energy shot
Mana Punch – Infuses the fist with raw mana to deliver a blunt magical blow that staggers enemies
Unique Skills:
Soul Link: Combat Core – Riley's default unique skill. Bonds her mana and martial arts into one evolving magical core
Limit Break – Riot Mode – When Riley takes fatal damage, she instead enters a berserk state with +100% STR and AGI
Thunderheart Smash – Charges a punch with lightning-mana; when it lands, it explodes in an AoE burst and stuns all nearby targets
Arc Meteor Fist – A charged punch that stores mana until it becomes unstable—when released, it fires a mana beam followed by a massive punch
Fist of Mass Destruction – Passive scaling of physical strikes with magic damage. Damage increases with emotional intensity
Weapons:
Weighted Anklets – Increases leg strength over time through passive training
Mana-Threaded Handwraps – Allows minor mana infusion into punches
Items: None detected
Riley stared at the screen.
"What the actual hell..." she muttered, eyes wide. "I'm a... what, Arcane Kickboxer? Mana? AoE? Berserk mode?! This is some next-level RPG madness."
She scrolled through her list again, then dropped back against a rock. "I really died and got sent to some fantasy world. Isekai. Freakin' isekai. Just like the anime."
She sighed dramatically. "Okay. Deep breath. I'm a 13-time champion with fire-kicks and mana now. Guess there are worse ways to reincarnate."
She stood, fists clenched. A breeze passed. The forest felt oddly peaceful.
She looked down at her hand, flexing her fingers. "Let's see what this body can do."
Ahead of her, a small grove of trees.
She walked toward one with steady steps. Planted her feet. Took a deep breath.
"Mana Punch!"
Her fist glowed briefly — then blasted forward.
CRACK!
Her punch went straight through the tree.
"HOLY SH—!" she shouted, stumbling back. "Okay, okay, okay! That was awesome!"
She laughed, half-shocked, half-thrilled.
Then the training began.
"Alright," she said, stretching her legs, "Let's test out this Parkour Mastery thing."
She ran at a nearby boulder, leapt, kicked off it sideways, flipped over a branch, spun, and landed in a crouch. Her movements were fluid, instinctual — like muscle memory fused with magic.
"Damn, I feel like a ninja gymnast."
She activated Afterimage Dash and blinked forward, her image trailing behind in a ghostly blur. "Whoa — this is like anime-level teleportation!"
Then came Quickstep — zig-zagging short bursts of speed. She darted left, right, disappeared behind a tree, then reappeared behind it again.
She tested Combat Awareness against an imagined enemy, spinning and throwing a mock elbow. "Feels like I know where the punch is coming before it even gets thrown..."
She high-kicked a branch clean off a tree. "High Kick Mastery's no joke. That was surgical."
Breathing hard, she tried out Blazing Heel Drop. She jumped high, focused her mana. Her foot burned with crimson flame. "Blazing... Heel... Drop!"
Her heel slammed into the earth. BOOM! The ground cracked and smoked beneath her.
She stumbled back. "Okay — THAT could kill someone. Love it."
She launched into Lightning Lunge. A burst of speed — jab crackling with energy — followed by a leg sweep that spun with static.
After a series of intense moves, she fell back onto the grass, arms spread.
"This world's insane... but I feel alive. Really alive. Stronger than I've ever been."
She sat up and looked to the open sky.
"Let's go on an adventure. See what happens."
Riley walked deeper into the forest, the canopy above swaying gently in the breeze. Shafts of sunlight broke through the trees, casting golden paths across mossy ground. The air was thick with mana — she could feel it tingling across her skin, humming beneath her boots.
"Damn," she muttered with a grin. "Even the air here feels like it's alive."
She let out a long breath and began to shadowbox as she walked — light jabs, quick hooks, short bursts of footwork. With every punch, trails of wind and faint arcs of mana shimmered off her fists.
"These punches... They feel heavier. Cleaner. It's like the mana is dancing with me. I've never felt this tuned-in. This... raw."
A few minutes passed as she followed the forest trail, continuing her rhythm. Then — she stopped.
Her eyes narrowed.
Something's off.
She slowly scanned the tree line, eyes sharp. Her instincts flared — a tension pulling tight in her chest.
"I'm being watched," she whispered. "I can feel it... Like something's waiting to pounce."
Suddenly, her senses screamed.
DANGER.
Four arrows shot through the forest air toward her from different angles.
"Void Palm!"
Her palm lit with condensed mana. With a powerful swing, she struck the air — a shimmering force burst out from her hand. CRACK—CRACK—CRACK—CRACK! All four arrows shattered midair, raining splinters.
She smirked. "Not bad for a warm-up."
But she wasn't smiling for long.
The bushes rustled again. She dropped into a low stance, scanning quickly.
Then one appeared — squat, green, ugly. Red eyes, jagged teeth. A goblin.
"No way... This is straight out of one of those isekai manga," she muttered.
Then more emerged. Thirteen. All of them.
Their eyes glistened with hunger and something worse.
Riley's expression darkened in disgust. "Gross. You creeps picked the wrong girl."
She cracked her knuckles. Then her neck.
"Bring it on, you green uglies."
The goblins roared and charged.
She moved first.
"Quickstep!" she called, vanishing in a blur. She reappeared midair, slamming her knee into one goblin's skull.
"Lightning Lunge!"
Crackling with electricity, her jab stunned a second goblin. She swept its legs and sent it tumbling into two others.
A trio rushed her.
"Arcane Smash Kick!"
Spinning midair, her mana-infused kick exploded outward in a shockwave, sending them flying.
She ducked an axe swing.
"Afterimage Dance!"
Rapid kicks left behind trails of mana illusions — the goblins couldn't tell which ones were real. She danced between them, striking faster than they could follow.
One lunged with a dagger.
"Arc Guard Counter!"
She blocked with her forearm — a pulse of mana blasted from her body, hurling the goblin into a tree.
They came in waves — biting, clawing, snarling. But she was fire. She was fury. Every move was precise, powerful, beautifully brutal.
Sweat dripped down her temple.
Only one remained.
It backed away, trembling.
Riley smiled.
She dashed forward.
"Fist of Mass Destruction!"
Her mana surged — she struck with a glowing fist, the impact bursting through the goblin's chest.
It didn't even scream. Just fell.
She stood in the aftermath, panting, surrounded by fallen monsters.
"Damn... That felt good," she said, shaking out her hands. "First real fight here, and I didn't die. Kinda impressed with myself."
DING!
A sound echoed in her head.
LEVEL UP!
A new screen floated before her.
Level: 1 → 3
Stat Points Earned: +6
New Skill Unlocked: Mana Pulse Strike
She blinked. "Okay, okay — that was satisfying. Stats, skills, level-ups? This world's my kind of game."
She grinned wide and started walking again.
"Let's keep this riot going."
TO BE CONTINUED...