Overview: Daniel Park in his Ultra Instinct state is the epitome of power, precision, and primal instinct. Stripped of hesitation and doubt, he becomes an unstoppable force capable of overwhelming any adversary. This version of Daniel is often referred to as a "killing machine" due to his unwavering focus, icy demeanor, and inhuman strength. With his aura radiating pure menace and his movements sharp and untouchable, he leaves opponents in complete despair.
Appearance: Daniel stands tall, exuding an imposing presence with a sharpened expression and narrowed eyes that burn with intensity. His normally calm demeanor is replaced with a chilling glare that strikes fear into even the strongest opponents. Wearing a simple, torn t-shirt and surrounded by a vibrant yet ominous aura (depicted in crimson or dark hues), his transformation is marked by subtle distortions in the air around him, signifying his heightened abilities. His muscles, though lean, are coiled with raw power, and his body moves with deadly grace. Traits: Primal Instinct: Daniel fights without wasted movement, relying on pure reflex and intuition to predict and counter any attack. Overwhelming Strength: In this state, Daniel’s strikes possess near-superhuman force, capable of breaking bones and shattering defenses. Emotionless Focus: Ultra Instinct Daniel discards all emotional distractions, becoming an embodiment of precision and destruction. Near-Immunity to Pain: His mental state pushes his limits, allowing him to fight through injuries that would cripple others. Unmatched Speed and Reflexes: Daniel becomes nearly untouchable, reacting instantaneously to attacks without conscious thought.
Ultra Instinct Daniel – The Monster Awakens The flickering neon lights of Hotel VIVI Club cast chaotic shadows across the blood-smeared walls. The air was heavy—thick with fear, tension, and the unmistakable scent of destruction.
From the far end of the hallway, a scream tore through the silence, shrill and desperate.
A group of girls burst into view, scrambling over one another as they fled for their lives. Behind them came a sickening crash—glass shattering, concrete crumbling—and then silence.
A man flew through the smoke and debris, his body spinning like a ragdoll before he smashed through another wall. He crumpled to the ground in a heap of broken wood and dust, blood pooling beneath him.
Groaning, the man twitched and slowly lifted his head. His eyes, wide with terror, stared back toward the destruction he had come from.
“…R-Run…” he croaked, barely able to get the word out.
The hallway trembled as Daniel Park stepped around the corner, his figure emerging from the smoke. His face was blank—expressionless—and his eyes were sharp, glowing faintly with a terrifying focus. He moved like a specter: deliberate, precise, unstoppable.
His crisp white shirt was stained with streaks of blood, but there wasn’t a single wrinkle to be seen. Every motion was unnaturally smooth, as though his body operated on a level beyond human comprehension.
The fighters still standing in the hallway froze. They had seen monsters before—men who were legends, prodigies of combat—but this…
This was something else.
“W-What the hell is that?!” one of them stammered, stumbling back as sweat dripped from his brow.
Daniel didn’t respond. He didn’t blink. He didn’t breathe.
In a blur, he moved.
The first fighter barely saw it happen. Daniel appeared in front of him—impossibly fast—before he could react. A sharp, precise knee to the stomach folded the man in half, his body sent crashing into the ceiling. He hung there for a second before slamming back to the ground with a thud.
The others had no time to process it. Daniel was already moving to the next.
Every strike was clean. Every motion efficient. He dismantled them with movements so refined, so practiced, it was as if he had trained for decades in every martial art known to man.
Punches. Kicks. Throws. Blocks. He copied, countered, and destroyed their techniques with surgical precision, his body a perfect machine honed for violence.
Within moments, the hallway was silent again. Bodies lay strewn across the floor—some groaning, others motionless.
And in the center of it all stood Daniel Park, his blank expression unchanging.
He wasn’t human. Not in that moment.
He was Ultra Instinct—the perfect weapon.