Author: Renegade

  • A doomsday-level returnee devours calamities Chapter 45

    [Once again, we announce: Delta-grade administrator ‘Lee Sooah’ confirmed to have gone berserk. Effective immediately, administrator ‘Lee Sooah’ is designated as the red-tier hazardous entity ‘Pure Flame,’ and her management grade is elevated to Beta. All administrators within the company are to cease all tasks and proceed to Containment Room 4 in Sector D-1 to prioritize the elimination of the hazardous entity.]

    Lee Sooah. Berserk.

    The moment those two words reached his ears, his body moved before he could even process the information.

    As he stepped into the corridor, it was swarming with administrators clad in black suits. Even for Lee Taeseong, it was his first time witnessing this many administrators gathered in one place.

    Unlike usual, they all wore identification badges around their necks, each gripping a variety of weapons. This alone was enough to show how dire the situation had become.

    Every single one of them was mobilized for the sole purpose of eliminating a single entity.

    It was only then that Taeseong realized—he was unarmed.

    ‘No weapon.’

    Without a moment’s hesitation, he snatched a straight sword from a nearby administrator.

    “Hey, are you insane!? What division are you from!?”

    The administrator, startled by the sudden theft of his weapon, glared at him in shock.

    Taeseong paid him no mind, instead swinging the blade through the air a few times. The weight distribution was well-balanced— a decent piece.

    “Hey! Give me your ID ba—!”

    Before the flustered administrator could finish his sentence, Taeseong vanished.

    With a sharp bang, the ground cracked as he launched himself forward. The sheer force of his leap left a deep hole in the floor shaped like his foot, and a gust of wind swirled where he had just stood.

    The administrator, his hair ruffled by the sudden draft, muttered dazedly, as if entranced by a ghost.

    “…What the hell? Is he an entity too?”

    The frantic pounding in Taeseong’s chest showed his desperation.

    Few things could shake him, but this moment was beyond his control.

    After so many years, he had finally found his sister—the very person he had longed for.

    And yet, if things continued like this, they would be torn apart once more before they even had a chance to resolve their misunderstandings.

    ‘Stay calm.’

    Keep the body hot, the mind cold.

    In the most urgent of moments, maintaining composure was key. The calmer he remained, the better his odds of making the right choices.

    Every single decision from here on out would dictate the future.

    If he allowed himself to be ruled by emotion, he wouldn’t choose the best path—he’d choose the worst one.

    “Wait. Look behind us.”

    “What? Is that an escaped entity?”

    As Taeseong sprinted along the walls, the administrators began attacking him without hesitation.

    Under normal circumstances, they would never have acted so rashly.

    But this was a CODE GREEN emergency.

    It wasn’t unheard of for berserk entities to open the containment cells of others.

    Among them, some even had the ability to mimic or replicate administrators.

    The reason the administrators wore ID badges today was precisely to establish a minimum form of identification.

    And so, Taeseong—without an ID—was the perfect target for suspicion.

    However, he had no time to entertain their concerns.

    Taeseong leaped from the wall and landed.

    The moment his feet touched the ground, his sword flashed forward.

    “Aaargh! My arm!”

    “My leg…! My leg isn’t moving…!”

    “You idiot! Your leg is still attached to you!”

    The blade cut through the air like a bolt of lightning, severing the arms and legs of the administrators blocking his path.

    Blood painted the corridor in an instant, mingling with the screams of pain and the cries of horror.

    Yet Taeseong did not slow down.

    With the shortest possible steps, he advanced.

    With the least amount of movement, he slashed through the ones in his way.

    In his wake, pools of blood and severed limbs lay scattered like a grim trail—reminiscent of a twisted, nightmarish version of Hansel and Gretel.

    Drenched head to toe in blood, he resembled a demon from the depths of hell.

    Only then did Taeseong realize—most of the administrators were now afraid of him.

    It was thanks to Dueokshin’s ability.

    If he wanted to, he could crush the skulls of everyone around him.

    But he had no intention of taking their lives.

    Breaking their arms and legs to prevent interference was more than enough.

    It was far more efficient to shatter multiple limbs at once than to cut down each individual one by one.

    Having carved his way through, Taeseong finally reached Sector D-1.

    His field of vision was stained red—not just from the blood, but from the splatters on his own face.

    “Haa… Haa…”

    Gasping for breath, he pressed forward.

    The deeper he ventured, the more intense the heat became.

    He didn’t even need a map. He could feel where Sooah was.

    At the entrance of Containment Room 4, his gaze locked onto two figures—Xiao Yun and Lee Sooah, now completely engulfed in flames.

    The heat radiating from her was so extreme that the surroundings had already begun to melt.

    Even Taeseong’s skin sizzled and burned on contact—only to instantly regenerate.

    Grinning as usual, Xiao Yun noticed him and called out cheerfully,

    “Lee Taeseong. You look like hell. Do you really think you can—”

    Before he could finish, Taeseong lunged at him like a beast.

    A fierce aura erupted from his blade.

    ─────

    A flash of steel streaked toward Xiao Yun’s throat.

    But unlike the other administrators, he was different.

    With a flick of his wrist, he pulled out a dagger and deflected the strike.

    And he didn’t stop there—he counterattacked immediately.

    In an instant, the momentum reversed.

    Every time Xiao Yun’s dagger cut through the air, a sharp whoosh rang out.

    Taeseong dodged with near-supernatural agility, while the missed strikes carved deep scars into the surrounding walls.

    “Tch. You really are insane.”

    The two clashed like wild animals, biting and tearing at each other.

    Every time their weapons met, the sheer force sent shockwaves through the air.

    Though the repeated impact crushed the bones in his wrist, Taeseong’s inhuman regeneration repaired the damage in seconds.

    Suddenly, Xiao Yun leapt back.

    Above his head, five daggers floated into position.

    Ikigeom (Guided by Qi).

    A supreme martial technique wielded only by masters—a divine skill that allowed one to control swords freely using internal energy.

    The five blades, guided by Xiao Yun’s will, shot toward Taeseong.

    Each one was infused with potent energy, capable of slicing through steel like tofu.

    Even for Taeseong, taking a direct hit meant certain death—his limbs would be torn apart instantly.

    Yet instead of retreating…

    He steadied his stance, staring down the incoming blades.

    In this moment, only one word occupied his mind.

    Cut.

    He held only one sword, but he had no doubt that he would cut down all five blades.

    He drew out all the energy within him and focused it into a single point.

    The straight sword in Taeseong’s grip trembled violently, as if screaming.

    The once-blue blade was now dyed crimson, like blood.

    Sword Resonance.

    The sword was crying.

    “…….”

    The energy condensed to its limit erupted, causing the air to tremble.

    In that instant, Taeseong’s blade traced a line through the air.

    A single horizontal slash.

    At a glance, it seemed like a crude swing, one that an amateur wielding a sword for the first time might make.

    Yet, among the five daggers that had been hurtling toward him, four were now sliced clean in half.

    ‘Missed one.’

    The one he failed to cut had already pierced through his left thigh, leaving a gaping hole as if a magnum round had torn through it.

    Xiao Yun, who usually wore a playful smile, now murmured with an unusually serious expression, clearly startled.

    “A single slash, clean through, huh…? Well, if you’re at this level, I suppose it’s worth making a bet.”

    As Taeseong moved forward, Xiao Yun suddenly lowered his weapon and raised both hands with remarkable speed.

    “Whoa, whoa. Calm down, my friend. I have no intention of fighting you anymore.”

    “…What’s your game?”

    “I’m thinking of making a wager for the first time in a while. One of my old nicknames was the Gambling King.”

    He tilted his head slightly.

    “Can you handle your sister?”

    “Of course.”

    “……Twenty minutes. I’ll buy you exactly twenty minutes. Do whatever it takes to bring your sister back to normal within that time. I can’t do more than that.”

    “Thirty minutes.”

    “No.”

    “Twenty-five.”

    “You relentless bastard… Fine. Twenty-five minutes. Get it done. If you don’t… it won’t just be your sister who dies. You’ll go down with her.”

    “Thanks.”

    Taeseong expressed his gratitude and stepped into the containment chamber.

    Watching him go, Xiao Yun muttered to himself.

    “Maybe I’m getting old… The more time passes, the softer I seem to get.”

    Of course, Xiao Yun was a manager—a high-ranking Beta-class manager at that. As a senior manager, it was his job to lead the charge in eliminating rogue entities. And yet…

    Today, he simply didn’t want to.

    For no particular reason—he just didn’t want to.

    Not even a minute had passed before a flood of managers arrived, easily numbering in the dozens.

    Drawing twelve daggers from his coat, Xiao Yun curved his eyes into a crescent-shaped smile.

    “Not killing you guys is going to be a pain…”

    The managers who met his gaze flinched involuntarily.

    A Gamma-class manager beside them spoke up in a threatening tone.

    “Manager Xiao Yun… What exactly are you doing right now?”

    “Hmm… Should I take their arms… or their legs?”

    “Manager!”

    “Right. First things first… I need to shut you up.”

    The moment he finished speaking, twelve daggers hovered above his head.

    “Watch closely, kids. If you cross this line—”

    CRACK!

    “—This is what happens.”


    Even breathing was agonizing—the heat was unbearable.

    It was hard to believe that this overwhelming inferno was coming from my own sister.

    “Sooah…”

    No response.

    She had already become a spirit entity—there was nothing human left in her form.

    Right now, she was the incarnation of fire itself.

    With each step forward, my flesh burned, melted, and regenerated in an endless cycle.

    Had I not consumed Orochi’s tail, I wouldn’t have even been able to approach this far.

    Sensing my presence, Sooah hurled a mass of fire at me.

    Slash!

    I cut through the flames and advanced once more, pulling every last bit of energy I had to shield my body.

    The specialized suit issued by the Tree was crafted from unique materials, granting it remarkable regenerative properties.

    Ssssshhhhh!

    Even so, my skin sizzled and peeled away, starting from my face, as my entire body began to melt.

    The searing pain engulfed me, but I pushed forward.

    And at last—

    Standing before Sooah, I carefully reached out and embraced her.

    “You’ve grown so much, Sooah.”

    Then, I ripped the red crystal from her face and swallowed it whole.


    TL : Bro might just be Wolverine.
    Discord : https://discord.gg/UZB4GQnQKp

  • The Regressed Extra Becomes a Genius Chapter 45

    Saturday, 7 PM.

    Disguised as Kim Jinwoo, I arrived at the upscale Korean restaurant, Hansook, which Han Seyun had recommended.

    For the record, Hansook was a renowned restaurant that had even appeared multiple times in the original work. I recall that Lee Seo-jun nearly passed out after taking just one bite.

    ‘Ah, I’m looking forward to this.’

    By the way, I heard that getting a reservation at Hansook takes at least half a year. The fact that she secured a spot in just one day proves how powerful the Han family truly is.

    Following the staff’s guidance, I arrived at a private dining room.

    As I opened the door, a spacious area designed in a traditional Korean architectural style unfolded before me, radiating a natural and elegant aesthetic.

    “Welcome.”

    Han Se-yeon stood up from her seat and greeted me.

    “It’s been a while.”

    I sat down across from her.

    “How do you like the atmosphere of the restaurant? Do you like it?”

    “Yes, it’s nice. This place is famous, after all.”

    “It sure is. And the food here is exceptional—I can personally guarantee it.”

    Though she hadn’t cooked it herself, there was unmistakable pride in her voice.

    At that moment, Han Se-yeon took out a envelope from her bag and handed it to me.

    “This contains the information you requested on Jo Seong-hoon.”

    I opened the envelope and checked the documents inside. They detailed his recent movements and basic personal information.

    “As you can see, there’s a high-profile social gathering tomorrow for prominent business figures and mages, called The Night of the Pioneers. This man will be attending that event.”

    I flipped through the pages.

    Just as she had said, there was a social event scheduled for tomorrow.

    The Night of the Pioneers.

    It had been mentioned a few times in the original work. It was a gathering of high-ranking elites.

    The event was hosted by Han Se-jin, and several incidents had taken place there in the original story.

    ‘…Wait.’

    Come to think of it, something did happen at The Night of the Pioneers in the original work.

    A renowned artifact maker who attended the event had gone missing.

    Later, it was revealed that the culprit was none other than Jo Seong-hoon—the same man who had orchestrated the terrorist attacks in Incheon and Seoul.

    “Thank you. You’ve done a much more thorough investigation than I expected. Oh, by the way, can you get me an invitation to The Night of the Pioneers?”

    “Getting one isn’t difficult. My brother is one of the event’s organizers.”

    “Then I’ll be counting on you.”

    “But, on one condition—you need to tell me why you’re investigating this man.”

    Han Se-yeon spoke in a serious tone.

    Looking into her eyes, I realized that I wouldn’t be able to brush this off casually.

    Well, it wasn’t exactly a secret. The truth would come out sooner or later, so I might as well tell her now.

    “You know about the Incheon terrorist attack, right?”

    “Yes, of course. But why do you ask?”

    “This man is the culprit.”

    “…What?”


    As the rumors claimed, Hansook’s food was phenomenal.

    The soft texture and rich, savoury flavours melted in my mouth, bringing me pure bliss.

    It was so good that I found myself wondering if I would ever have the chance to eat something this delicious again.

    “Wow. This is incredible.”

    “I’m glad you like it.”

    Han Se-yeon smiled as she watched me.

    “But seriously, is that man really the culprit behind the Incheon terror incident?”

    “Yes.”

    “How do you know?”

    “There are ways of knowing.”

    “Ugh. You’re being vague again.”

    Ignoring her grumbling, I continued eating.

    “So, what do you plan to do when you meet him?”

    “I need to make sure he doesn’t commit any more crimes.”

    At my response, Han Se-yeon gave me an exasperated look.

    “Are you some kind of justice warrior? Wouldn’t it be better to report him to the association?”

    “There’s no evidence, so it wouldn’t work. And by the time the association takes action, it’ll already be too late.”

    Han Se-yeon nodded, seemingly convinced.

    “I suppose that makes sense. But… you’re not planning to cause a scene at the event, are you?”

    “You don’t have to worry about that. I’ll be attending as your acquaintance, so I wouldn’t want to tarnish your reputation.”

    “Good to know you have some basic manners.”

    At her remark, I smiled slightly.

    Then, noticing her empty plate, I asked,

    “You’re not eating? It’s seriously delicious.”

    “Well, I eat here pretty often. You go ahead and enjoy it.”

    “…Oh.”


    After finishing the heavenly meal, we stepped outside.

    The lingering taste of the exquisite dishes left me in a daze, as if I had just awoken from a blissful dream.

    “Thanks to you, my taste buds have been spoiled.”

    “It was about time I treated you to a meal.”

    Han Se-yeon smiled as she spoke. Then, she glanced at me up and down.

    “By the way, do you have proper attire?”

    “What do you mean?”

    “I mean for tomorrow’s social gathering. You can’t show up dressed like that.”

    Right. Now that I thought about it…

    The Night of the Pioneers was a formal event attended by high society figures.

    I couldn’t just wear whatever I wanted.

    “I don’t have anything suitable… Should I go buy something now?”

    Hearing this, Han Se-yeon let out a sigh and shook her head.

    “No need. It’s too late to get anything tailored today. I’ll prepare a custom-fitted suit with magic enhancements for you tomorrow. No need to waste your energy.”

    “Oh. Really?”


    After parting ways with Kim Jinwoo, Han Se-yeon returned to one of her private residences—a luxury high-rise apartment.

    As soon as she stepped inside, she threw herself onto the couch.

    “…I’m exhausted.”

    Closing her eyes, she recalled her conversation with Kim Jinwoo earlier that evening.

    You know about the Incheon terror attack, right? That man is the culprit.

    What on earth was going on?

    Kim Jinwoo had confidently declared that Jo Seong-hoon—a man he had never even met—was the mastermind behind the Incheon terror attack.

    And he had done so without providing a shred of evidence.

    But what was even more baffling…

    She had believed him.

    Without even realizing it, she had accepted his words as truth.

    “…Haah.”

    Han Se-yeon was a cautious and analytical person, especially as a corporate executive.

    She never believed anything without concrete evidence.

    Yet today, for some reason, she hadn’t been able to remain skeptical. She had instinctively accepted Kim Jinwoo’s words as fact.

    “…Just who is he?”

    No matter how much she pondered, she couldn’t figure it out.

    There had to be some secret behind him, yet she had no way of uncovering it.

    She had even tried investigating his background separately, but that was a dead end.

    It was as if Kim Jinwoo had simply appeared out of nowhere.

    “…Right.”

    She suddenly remembered—she needed to prepare his suit for tomorrow.

    Han Se-yeon picked up her smartphone and dialled her secretary’s number.

    It was quite late, but considering how well she compensated her staff, she figured it wouldn’t be an issue.

    Yes, Miss. I’m here.

    “I have a request. I need a men’s suit prepared for tomorrow morning. It’s a gift.”

    Understood. What age group is the recipient?

    “He’s in his twenties. Oh, and make sure it’s of the highest quality. I don’t want him to be disappointed.”

    Yes, ma’am. By the way… is this for your boyfriend?

    At that moment, Han Se-yeon’s mouth fell open.

    She doubted her own ears, unsure of what she had just heard.

    “W-What are you talking about? That’s not it!”

    As a result, her assistant had to endure a 30-minute lecture from her.


    I sat on the sofa, savouring the lingering taste of the meal I had earlier. It was as if the food had been drugged—I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

    “Ah, I want to eat it again.”

    Now I understood why Lee Seo-jun nearly passed out after just one plate in the original story. I had heard that magic was involved in the cooking process…

    As I sat there blankly, my smart student planner chimed with an alert.

    [Sun-woo junior, what did you do today?]

    The sender was Jang Ye.

    “What’s she up to now?”

    Lately, Jang Ye had been acting much friendlier.

    If it were any other male student, he’d be grinning like an idiot after receiving her message, but I knew she was a demon. She had to have some kind of agenda.

    And to think she found me annoying before—now that her attitude had changed, it felt even more off-putting.

    I needed to deal with her as soon as possible.

    [I had plans today, so I took a quick trip to Seoul.]

    [Wow. That sounds nice, haha. I just asked because I didn’t see you at the training room today.]

    “…What the heck?”

    Just as I was staring at the message in confusion, another one arrived.

    [Do you have time tomorrow?]

    She was asking if I was free—like she was about to ask me out on a date or something.

    “…Seriously, what is this?”

    [Why do you ask?]

    [Let’s hang out, haha.]

    I was curious about what she had in mind, but I had plans with Jo Seong-hoon tomorrow, so I had no choice.

    [Sorry, I’m busy tomorrow.]

    [Character ‘Jang Ye’ is dumbfounded by your response.]
    [You have earned 500 points as a reward.]

    “…Huh?”

    Then another message came in.

    [Oh well. How about next Sunday, then?]

    …Next Sunday, I had plans to go dungeon-diving with Yoon Hayoung.

    [Sorry, I won’t be available next weekend either.]

    [Character ‘Jang Ye’ feels deeply humiliated by your rejection.]
    [You have earned 500 points as a reward.]

    Three minutes passed without a reply.

    I wondered if she had just left me on read and was about to put my smart student planner down when another message arrived.

    [Haha… Oh well.]


    The next day, at 3 PM.

    Summoned by Han Se-yeon, I arrived at a luxury office hotel in Seoul.

    This place was one of Han Se-yeon’s privately owned residences, purchased with her own money, and she apparently used it for occasional rest.

    “Welcome.”

    As I stepped inside, Han Se-yeon greeted me with a gentle smile.

    I was used to seeing her in stiff, formal suits, but today, she wore a soft knit top and short shorts—a much more relaxed look.

    “Why are you staring like that?”

    “No, it’s just… You look different from usual. More comfortable, I guess.”

    At my words, Han Se-yeon chuckled.

    “I can’t exactly wear a suit in my private space, can I? Anyway, here. Take this.”

    She handed me a square box. On the top, the letters ‘YKH’ were engraved.

    YKH.

    It was the name of the world’s top luxury suit brand.

    “…It’s just for one event, do I really need something this expensive?”

    “It’s not like you’ll only wear a suit once in your life, right? I’m sure you’ll have more occasions to wear it. Now, open it.”

    Following her words, I opened the box. Inside was a sleek black suit. As soon as I saw it, information about the outfit appeared in my vision.

    ━━
    [YKH Classic Men’s Suit (A)]
    Category: Clothing
    Description: A men’s suit by YKH.

    [Passive Effects]
    ▶ Custom Fit
    Adjusts to fit the wearer’s body perfectly.

    Durability: A
    ━━

    “Oh.”

    For something that wasn’t even armor, its durability was rated A. And it even had a custom-fit effect.

    Luxury brands really were on another level.

    “Thanks. I’ll wear it well.”

    “Try it on now.”

    At Han Se-yeon’s urging, I was about to change into it when—

    “Wait a minute!”

    She suddenly shouted.

    I turned to look at her, puzzled.

    She pointed toward a small room to the left.

    “Go change in there.”

    “…Oh, right.”

    Feeling a bit embarrassed, I hurried into the room.

  • I Am the Only Tower Master Chapter 14

    One hour after the duel.

    I was watching Go Shinwook pack up his belongings in the second-year office.

    I had no idea what was wrong with this school, but somehow, a mere class representative had his own private office.

    “…Here, take this.”

    Go Shinwook, rummaging through a drawer, pulled something out with a sullen expression.

    “What is it?”

    “The class rep badge.”

    “They even have something like this?”

    “…Yeah, but no one actually wears it. It’s embarrassing, so people just keep it in their pockets.”

    After being utterly crushed in our duel, Go Shinwook had become a completely different person.

    The guy who had been screaming, “Die, Kim Yushin!” at the top of his lungs was now nothing more than a meek little lamb.

    “I had dungeon assignments scheduled for next week and the week after. You can take them over now. And these are training facility passes…”

    Despite his gloom, he was being quite diligent with the handover.

    “And as for what the second-year rep does… When the student council or senior class reps visit, you should prepare cof—”

    “Ah, forget it.”

    I waved him off.

    “I’m not interested in the rep position. I’ll just take the dungeon assignments.”

    “…Huh?”

    A spark of life returned to Go Shinwook’s nearly lifeless eyes.

    “And if you want, I can smooth things over about today’s duel. It wouldn’t look good if the mighty second-year rep got knocked out in one punch by an underperformer, right?”

    Go Shinwook’s eyes widened.

    This guy cared a lot about how others saw him.

    And since I was planning to take my early graduation exam in two weeks, I had no reason to take on the hassle of being class rep.

    All I needed to do was get what I wanted while making it seem like I was doing him a favour.

    “Y-You’d really do that? Thanks, Yushin! I totally misjudged you!”

    His eyes welled up with emotion, and he looked like he was about to cling to me.

    I quickly stepped back and said,

    “But there’s something I need your help with.”

    “O-Of course! Just say the word!”

    Looks like I just secured a loyal lackey.

    I smirked and asked,

    “You know a girl named Jin Bora from the student council, right?”

    * * *

    After scouring through Go Shinwook’s various information networks, I finally found my recruitment target.

    So that’s her.

    Jin Bora was sitting alone in a campus café, tapping away at her smartphone.

    I quietly approached and secretly opened her status window.


    Name: Jin Bora
    Unique Ability: Enchant
    Personal Traits: [Structural Understanding Lv.4] [Sniper Lv.3] [Jack-of-All-Trades Lv.3]
    Main Stats: [Agility 78] [Magic 45] [Stamina 24] [Strength 10]
    Special Stats: [Charm 20] [Adaptability 3] [Leadership 2]
    Total Stat Sum: [185]

    She was definitely talented.

    Even as a first-year, her total stats were far higher than Go Shinwook’s, the second-year class rep.

    She had grown significantly since the last time I saw her.

    …But this is interesting. A charm stat of 20?

    Special stats like these varied from player to player and grew much more slowly compared to main stats.

    For someone with a total stat sum under 200, a charm stat of 20 was extremely rare—especially since it was even higher than her strength.

    …Hmm.

    Looking at her closely, it made sense.

    She was petite with a delicate frame, violet hair cascading like waves, and soft pink cheeks.

    She wasn’t a stunning beauty or a model-type, but she had a cute, doll-like charm that would definitely be popular with guys.

    But what mattered most was her unique ability.

    Jin Bora’s Enchant could amplify the performance of objects.

    I was considering recruiting her under the assumption that she could enchant potions.

    If that were possible, we’d be a perfect match.

    I approached her as naturally as possible.

    “Hey there.”

    She lifted her gaze from her phone, looking at me with a puzzled expression.

    “You’re Jin Bora, right? Shinwook told me about you.”

    “Oh… Hello.”

    “By any chance—”

    Just then, her phone chimed with a notification.

    She glanced down, let out a small “Ah.” and then quickly said,

    “Sorry, but I’m a bit busy right now…”

    She bowed her head slightly and left the café in a hurry.

    …That was a failure.

    Did I just get ignored?

    “That… that damn girl!”

    Go Shinwook, who had been eavesdropping nearby, exploded with rage and stormed out.

    But Jin Bora was already long gone, like the wind.

    “She ignored you even after I dropped my name?! That bitch—”

    “Forget it.”

    At my words, Go Shinwook immediately deflated.

    “Y-Yushin… Just give me a little time. I’ll find a way to bring her back…”

    “I already told you—I need to negotiate with her. I don’t want to force her to the table with threats.”

    Hearing that he was no longer useful, Go Shinwook slumped.

    “But still, I didn’t expect her to brush me off so blatantly. Is she always like this?”

    “Yeah.”

    Go Shinwook sighed.

    “She looks polite and friendly, but if she doesn’t see you as worth her time, she won’t even acknowledge you. She’s very clear about cutting people off.”

    “And if she does see someone as worth her time?”

    “Oh, that’s a whole different story.”

    Go Shinwook shook his head with a bitter smile.

    “She’s basically an angel to them. She fawns over seniors, acts sweet, plays cute. There are tons of third- and fourth-years swimming in her little fishpond.”

    …Her personal life seemed a bit messy.

    I still planned to recruit her for her skills, but I’d have to avoid getting personally involved.

    “So, how does someone get into Jin Bora’s good graces?”

    Go Shin-wook thought for a moment before answering.

    “She doesn’t bother with people she considers beneath her.”

    “Hmm.”

    “And like I said, she treats those in power really well. If you want to get on her radar, you need to be at the center of the school’s power structure.”

    “The center of power, huh…”

    Sensing my gaze, Go Shinwook flinched and shrank back.

    “Y-You’re not thinking of taking the rep position back, are you?”

    “Not interested in running coffee errands. And taking it back now would be petty.”

    Go Shinwook let out a sigh of relief.

    I pulled out my phone and opened the school app.

    “Eh, thinking about this is a hassle. I’ll just take the direct approach.”

    “What do you mean?”

    “Who has more power than the class reps?”

    “Hmm… The ones who get even more benefits than class reps would be… the club leaders?”

    Clubs at this academy were essentially like guilds.

    Students with similar abilities or interests gathered to form factions, competing fiercely for funding and prestige.

    The club leaders were basically the heads of these factions.

    I scrolled through the student list and activated the duel function on the app.

    “Wait—no way!”

    “The club leaders are mostly out on dungeon assignments… Ah, but a few are still here.”

    I pressed the [Duel] button repeatedly.

    [You have sent a duel request.]
    [You have sent a duel request.]
    [You have sent a duel request.]
    [You have sent a duel request.]

    “AAAGH! You’re insane!”

    Go Shinwook clutched his head in despair.

    “Most club leaders are third- and fourth-years! They’re monsters who could get into professional guilds but stay for the school benefits! This isn’t a joke!”

    All the better.

    This was the perfect chance to see how well my magic worked against better hunters.

    “I haven’t had much real combat experience since I couldn’t enter dungeons.”

    “…Wow. Hahaha. You’re actually crazy. I’m staying out of this, got it?!”

    I simply smiled.

    This academy held more bad memories than good.

    Before my early graduation, I planned to shake things up completely.

    * * *

    Two days later, on the day of the duel.

    Despite the early hour, the indoor gymnasium of the academy was packed with people.

    The reason was simple.

    A rumor had spread like wildfire that the underachiever of the second year, Kim Yushin, had challenged four club leaders to a duel.

    “It’s been a long time since I stood on this stage!”

    At the center of the gymnasium, Ma Yeon-gyeong, the club leader of the “Historical Drama Research Society,” looked around with a sense of nostalgia.

    “Ever since I took a central position in the school, challengers have been rare.”

    Like a historical drama actress getting into character, she placed a hand on her chest and spoke in a theatrical tone.

    “The duel system created by the chancellor was meant to inspire and motivate one another so that everyone could grow together! But what about now? Over time, the hierarchy has solidified, and everyone has grown complacent in their positions!”

    Her captivating voice echoed throughout the gymnasium.

    “That is why I am grateful that such a reckless challenger still exists.”

    She turned her head.

    “Normally, there is a procedure to face a club leader directly, but I have decided to accept your duel personally in recognition of your courage.”

    “…I appreciate that.”

    Opposite her, Yushin was stretching.

    “Shall we get started?”

    “Very well.”

    She stretched out both arms.

    “As we agreed beforehand, I wager my position as club leader, and you wager all your dungeon dispatch rights and benefits. Any other conditions?”

    “None.”

    “Then let us begin.”

    She signaled to a facility staff member, who clicked his tongue and raised his arm.

    “The friendly duel between second-year Kim Yushin and third-year Ma Yeon-gyeong will now commence!”

    Ooooooooh!

    Cheers erupted from all corners as the academy students, starved for a big match, roared with excitement.

    Yeon-gyeong, her emotions heightened by the long-awaited duel, grinned widely.

    “Here I come, Kim Chun-chu!”

    “…It’s Kim Yushin.”

    Completely ignoring his correction, she began generating toxic spheres around her.

    Her signature ability—”Poison Needle.”

    “Of course, you’ve researched my unique ability, haven’t you? But no defense or evasion technique can escape my po—”

    Boom! Boom!

    Before she could even finish her sentence, Yushin’s mana arrows struck the toxic spheres mid-formation, shattering them.

    “…Huh?”

    “I’m not thinking about dodging or blocking.”

    Yushin said.

    “I’ll just shoot them all down.”

    Boom! Boom! Boom!

    Yushin’s mana arrows, forming and flying at almost one-second intervals, annihilated each toxic sphere the moment they appeared.

    “…What the—!”

    Yeon-gyeong tried countering by reducing the potency of her toxic spheres and maximizing their creation speed, but Yushin remained unimpressed.

    His magic circle deployment speed was far superior, and he even had the luxury of preemptively forming extra ones.

    “…Uh, uh?”

    “What’s happening?”

    The spectators, expecting to see Yushin writhing in agony from poison, were stunned by the unexpected turn of events.

    The club leader of the “Historical Drama Research Society,” Ma Yeon-gyeong, couldn’t even land a proper attack.

    ‘I—I can’t keep up with his speed! He just keeps increasing it!’

    Cold sweat dripped down Yeon-gyeong’s forehead.

    She was being thoroughly outmatched.

    Thunk! Crack!

    Now, the mana arrows were targeting her directly.

    As they struck her shoulder and thigh in quick succession, shaking the mana suit’s protective field, Yeon-gyeong’s expression hardened.

    Her concentration wavered, and the speed of her Poison Needle creation slowed.

    ‘…I—I can’t win this. This is my absolute counter. Did he challenge me on purpose…?’

    Gritting her teeth, she glared at Yushin.

    Even now, new mana arrow magic circles were multiplying around him at an absurd speed.

    “Will you surrender?”

    “…Tsk!”

    Just as Yeon-gyeong was about to unleash all her remaining mana in defiance, a vast blue magic formation spread across the sky, filling her vision.

    How many were there?

    It was overwhelming.

    Staring blankly at the sky, Yeon-gyeong finally lowered her head.

    “…I surrender.”

    Murmurs spread through the crowd.

    The facility staff, who had been watching in a daze, snapped out of it and raised an arm.

    “Match over! The winner is second-year Kim Yushin!”

    As the murmuring continued, Yushin exhaled lightly.

    The vast blue magic circles disappeared.

    ‘A third-year, and I won so easily.’

    —A natural outcome, Master of the Tower.

    At that moment, a man who had been watching the duel stepped forward.

    “I’m next.”

    Third-year club leader of “Fierce Flame,” Ha Jinho.

    His face was aged beyond his years, with bold features. As he removed his training jacket, his bulging muscles were revealed.

    “I watched your fight. I can see this isn’t just some childish prank, so I won’t let my guard down.”

    “I look forward to it, senior.”

    The facility staff turned to Yushin.

    “This is a back-to-back duel. Are you sure you’re up for it?”

    “Yes. No problem.”

    Nodding, the staff raised his arm.

    “The friendly duel between second-year Kim Yushin and third-year Ha Jinho will now commence!”

    As the starting buzzer rang, cheers erupted once more.

    “He had a type of advantage last match. But against Ha Jinho, it’s impossible.”

    “Of course.”

    “You can’t just win with magic deployment speed against him.”

    As murmurs filled the audience, Ha Jinho spread his legs shoulder-width apart and tightened his core.

    “Hoo!”

    His entire body turned a deep brown as scales emerged on his skin.

    Crack! Crack!

    His hands and feet enlarged, claws extending, while his face stretched into a reptilian nose.

    A metamorphosis-type ability that inherited monster traits.

    Ha Jinho’s specialty was the power of a dragon-type monster—”Salamander.”

    Crackle!

    Fiery vein-like patterns surfaced across his upper body.

    Holding his breath, Ha Jinho leaned back, his stomach bulging as something welled up inside.

    Then, as it moved past his abdomen, chest, and throat, he opened his mouth—

    A blazing fireball emerged.

    The hallmark ability of the Salamander—”Flame Breath.”

    “Ooooooh!”

    The crowd erupted in excitement.

    Ha Jinho looked at Yushin triumphantly.

    His opponent had merely stood still, watching as he prepared his attack.

    ‘Why is he so relaxed?’

    Finally, Yushin moved.

    Opening his palm, he rapidly wove mana into a circular shape.

    Fwoosh!

    “Huh?”

    “The other side too…!”

    This time, it wasn’t an arrow.

    A massive red fireball floated above Yushin’s magic circle.

    ‘What the hell…!’

    Ha Jinho’s eyes widened in shock.

    The same fire attribute technique.

    But Yushin’s was even bigger.

    “Now, which one will be faster?”

    Yushin grinned, extending his arm.


    TL : All this to get a narcissist girls attention. Don’t be like him guys. Peaceeee

  • A Veteran Player Becomes a Troublemaker Chapter 21

    The knights and soldiers drew their swords in unison, welcoming Ian with the highest honor.

    Ian dismounted and walked up to Hugo.

    “I’m back.”

    “Yes, you fought well. I’m truly proud of you, my son.”

    Hugo stepped forward and embraced Ian tightly.

    “Father, as the lord, shedding tears in front of everyone like this… what will people think?”

    Hugo, overwhelmed with emotion, was indeed shedding tears. Relief that the family’s crisis had been averted, and pride in his eldest son, whom he had once doubted, now accomplishing such a remarkable feat, moved him deeply.

    Of course, Ian couldn’t possibly understand Hugo’s feelings.

    While being hugged by Hugo, Ian glanced to the side.

    There stood Hubert and Jurdan.

    Their expressions were a mix of emotions—utterly complex.

    ‘He actually pulled it off.’

    It was astonishing.

    His own brother, whom he had always seen as foolish and riddled with insecurities.

    That troublemaker who had nothing but the family’s reputation to lean on.

    No one, not even Hubert, had imagined that Ian could achieve something so monumental.

    This was likely a sentiment shared by everyone.

    Jurdan, too, must have been equally shocked upon hearing the news.

    ‘If it were me… could I have done it?’

    Hubert coldly speculated whether he could have succeeded in the same way Ian had.

    No matter how many times he imagined it, the result was negative.

    No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t see himself pulling it off.

    ‘Will they see me differently now?’

    Ian inwardly smiled, relishing their gazes more than anyone else’s.

    Yet, at the same time, he felt uneasy.

    ‘I wonder if they feel threatened by me now, thinking I might challenge the heir position.’

    What he had accomplished was no ordinary feat.

    Not even he had imagined he could resolve things so perfectly, and it was an achievement significant enough to potentially threaten the heir’s position.

    ‘For now, I’ll set that aside and focus on the present.’

    Ian whispered quietly to Hugo, who was still unable to stop his tears.

    “I’m tired. Let’s go inside.”

    Ian felt oddly self-conscious under the weight of so many eyes.

    Hugo wiped his tears and smiled.

    “Yes, you’ve worked hard. Let’s go inside.”

    Finally, Ian was able to enter the lord’s castle.



    Inside the castle, Ian stood in the grand hall.

    Before him sat Hugo, the lord, flanked by numerous retainers who watched him intently.

    “You are not just a hero of our family, but of this entire territory. No one will point fingers at you anymore.”

    Hugo, who always seemed like a doting father in front of Ian, now exuded a seriousness side that commanded the room.

    It was a side of him Ian had never seen before, and it felt somewhat unfamiliar.

    “To the retainers gathered here, I declare this. There may have been those who thought it was a mistake for him to leave alone. I know there were even those who tried to evacuate their families.”

    Everyone bowed their heads in shame.

    Even if they hadn’t planned to flee, everyone present had doubted Ian’s decision.

    “Is there anyone here who still believes Ian was wrong? Does anyone think they could have handled this situation better than my son? If so, step forward now!”

    “There is no one.”

    “Who could possibly say Young Master Ian was wrong?”

    All eyes turned back to Ian.

    They were looking at him with newfound respect.

    They had been outmatched in equipment and numbers.

    This wasn’t a leisurely monster hunt—he had staked the family’s survival and risked his life in battle.

    And in the end, he had fought and won. No one could say he was wrong.

    Ian glanced at Hubert and Jurdan.

    They avoided his gaze, either looking away or bowing their heads.

    Even Jurdan, who had always been the most skeptical of Ian, now seemed to acknowledge that he had been wrong and Ian had been right.

    “Good. I take it there are no objections.”

    Hugo rose from his seat and approached Ian.

    “Ian, kneel.”

    Suddenly, why?

    ‘Is he going to commend me?’

    He usually didn’t go this far.

    With so many people watching, it seemed he wanted to make a grand gesture, given the magnitude of Ian’s achievement.

    “By the authority vested in me, I hereby recognize Ian von Schranz as a formal member of the family. Ian will carry on the glory of the Schrantz family and shall have the right to lead our territory’s prosperity. May the gods grant him their blessing.”

    “……”

    ‘……What?’

    Ian, with a confused expression, bowed his head and glanced around.

    The retainers began to murmur.

    “So it has come to this.”

    “There’s no reason to oppose him now. Young Master Ian’s achievements are extraordinary.”

    “Lately, Young Master Ian seems to have changed. Let’s believe he will continue to improve.”

    Even after hearing their words, Ian still couldn’t comprehend the situation.

    Taking advantage of the commotion, he quietly asked Hugo.

    “What is happening? Wasn’t I already a member of the family?”

    “Hmm? Didn’t you know? The opposition from the retainers was so strong that we never formally recognized you as a member. This is the perfect opportunity to acknowledge you as a rightful member.”

    “……”

    Now he understood why there had been so much opposition.

    ‘If they recognized me as a family member, my troublemaking would only damage the family’s reputation.’

    From the family’s perspective, Ian was a liability.

    And it was likely a measure to make it easier to disown him if Hubert ever became lord.

    That was probably the scenario the retainers had hoped for.

    And at that moment.


    [Calculating contribution rewards…]

    [You have been formally recognized as a member of the family, and your great achievements are acknowledged.]

    [The title ‘Troublemaker Tyrant’ has been removed. The loyalty penalty associated with using other titles has also been removed.]

    [You have acquired the title ‘Member of the Schrantz Family.’]

    [Permanently increases Command by 10.]

    [You have acquired the title ‘Hero of Schrantz.’]

    [Permanently increases all stats by 5.]


    ‘What the hell?!’

    Suddenly, a flurry of message windows appeared before his eyes.

    This was the reward for his contribution.

    ‘I must have achieved something truly monumental.’

    For two years, Ian had worked tirelessly, breaking his back just to rid himself of the ‘Rampaging Tyrant’ title. This news was a godsend.

    ‘But what are these new titles?’

    The newly acquired titles were names he had never seen before, not even in gameplay videos.


    [Member of the Schrantz Family]

    ―A title granted only to those of the Schrantz bloodline, recognized as a formal member of the family.

    [Effects]

    ―Permanently increases Command by 10.

    ―Increases the success rate of recruiting retainers by 10%.

    ―Increases the loyalty of recruited retainers by 5.


    [Hero of Schrantz]

    ―A title granted only to those who have protected the Schrantz family. All of Schrantz praises you.

    [Effects]

    ―Permanently increases all stats by 5.

    ―Increases attack and defense by 15% within the Schrantz territory.

    ―Reduces enemy morale by 20% when invading Schrantz.


    “……”

    Ian was so shocked that he was at a loss for words.

    ‘What kind of absurd…!’

    He had seen many titles before, but one with effects like this was a first for him.

    Even the ‘Member of the Schrantz Family’ title was impressive, but the stats attached to ‘Hero of Schrantz’ were on a completely different level.

    ‘This title is truly one of the best, isn’t it?’

    There are a few overpowered titles, but very few have such ridiculous stats.

    Although it only applies within the Schrantz territory, the fact that it’s still overwhelmingly powerful remains unchanged.

    For Ian, one urgent problem was solved, and he gained three significant benefits.

    First, even if the situation deteriorated to the worst and he became the lord, the number of people who would abandon their duties would greatly decrease.

    Second, with the loyalty penalty removed, he could now steadily increase loyalty.

    Lastly, the risk of betrayal due to low loyalty would also be significantly reduced!

    In one fell swoop, he had saved the time he would have spent trying to remove the ‘Troublemaker Tyrant’ title.

    ‘Crisis is an opportunity.’

    It seemed that saying wasn’t just empty words.

    ‘Then…!’

    Perhaps this event could pave the way for an easier path forward?

    ‘The timing is perfect too.’

    He could completely shed the lingering image of being a troublemaker and seize the opportunity to contribute to the territory.

    ‘Development. Territory development!’

    Ian decided to move his future plans forward by two years.

    What Schrantz needed most, above all else, was money.



    After the proclamation ceremony, Ian unpacked his belongings and went to see Hugo again.

    “You must be tired. Why aren’t you resting? What’s the matter?”

    Hugo had told him to rest, thinking he must be exhausted, so he was puzzled when Ian came to see him.

    Hugo wasn’t the only one surprised; Hubert and Jurdan, who were working alongside him, were equally confused.

    “I have something to discuss.”

    “Is it about the reward for your achievements? Don’t worry about that. I’ve already spoken to the treasurer.”

    An allowance? If he’s offering, I’ll gladly accept.

    “If you insist on giving a reward, please give me 20 gold, just like last time.”

    “Hmm? Are you sure that’s enough?”

    “Considering the reconstruction costs and rewards for those who contributed, asking for more would be unreasonable. I only need enough for my personal expenses.”

    Hubert, who was assisting Hugo, was baffled.

    ‘After such a monumental achievement, he’s only asking for 20 gold? I thought he’d demand more.’

    His accomplishments were anything but ordinary.

    In fact, he could have asked for several times that amount, and no one would have questioned it.

    ‘Has he really changed? That hopeless troublemaker?’

    “Alright, I understand.”

    Hugo thought Ian would leave after saying his piece, but Ian remained firmly in place.

    “Do you have more to say?”

    “Yes, actually, I didn’t come here for the allowance.”

    “You didn’t come for the allowance?”

    That was somewhat unexpected.

    Whether it was during work hours or not, Ian only ever came to Hugo to ask for money.

    Even though Ian had achieved something great, the deep-seated prejudice built up over many years wasn’t so easily erased.

    “Alright, what did you come for?”

    “Let’s immediately develop the uncharted lands.”

    “The uncharted lands?”

    “Yes.”

    Hugo and Hubert exchanged glances.

    It was only natural for them to be puzzled by his sudden suggestion to develop the uncharted lands.

    “Is that really necessary?”

    “The Greenskins who invaded our territory have been wiped out, and their territory is now essentially empty land.”

    “Yes, that’s true.”

    “Before other monsters claim that empty land, we need to secure as much of it as we can.”

    Despite his explanation, Hugo remained skeptical, and Hubert responded instead.

    “Expanding into that wilderness will only increase our burdens, brother.”

    While they weren’t against expanding their territory, developing useless land would only lead to unnecessary expenses.

    The uncharted lands, in terms of sheer size, were larger than many kingdoms.

    Ian wasn’t suggesting they take all of it, but even the uncharted lands near Vilcen would only result in losses.

    “Brother, I highly commend you for fighting and defeating the Greenskins. However, expanding the territory and managing it are entirely different matters.”

    Hubert explained to him why it wouldn’t work.

  • The Regressed Extra Becomes a Genius Chapter 44

    I pondered how to approach this offensive-defense sparring match.

    Of course, I had already replenished the mana I had used up in the previous magic training.

    The problem was that I naturally had a low mana capacity.

    If I used too much mana in this attack, I might not have enough left for the defense round.

    That was something I absolutely had to avoid.

    Because when the roles switched, Park Inhwan would definitely attack me with full force.

    “Hmm…”

    How should I go about this?

    From what I remembered, Park Inhwan’s primary defensive technique was a magical barrier that created waves of mana around him to block attacks.

    Of course, if I used Heart of the Great Nature, I was confident I could break through his barrier effortlessly.

    But it felt like a waste to use it in a mere sparring session like this.

    Besides, if the story got twisted, who knew what kind of unexpected situation might arise?

    ‘Should I focus on reinforcement-type magic that consumes less mana?’


    Park Inhwan stared at Kim Sunwoo.

    Kim Sunwoo was casually stretching, warming up his body.

    It was hard to believe that someone ranked 150th was about to face the 5th-ranked student with such ease.

    ‘Cocky bastard.’

    Lately, this guy had been standing out in various ways, but Park Inhwan was confident.

    He had seen Sunwoo’s battle against the Green Giant during the last midterm exam.

    Sunwoo’s magic itself wasn’t particularly strong.

    He was sure that his magical abilities were superior.

    It was just that Sunwoo had an weird combat sense and awareness that had allowed him to defeat the Green Giant more easily.

    “Everyone seems ready. I’ll begin the countdown. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1—Start!”

    At Jang Ancheol’s shout, Park Inhwan immediately gathered his mana.

    He had already observed Kim Sunwoo’s combat style in the past.

    Unlike a typical manifestation-type mage, he aggressively charged forward.

    Then, after disorienting his opponent with bizarre movements, he would unleash his magic at a critical spot.

    That was how Kim Sunwoo fought.

    “Hup!”

    Just as expected, Kim Sunwoo enhanced his body with mana and dashed forward at high speed.

    However, Park Inhwan also had reinforcement-type magic as a secondary specialty.

    If he enhanced his body the same way and didn’t give up any distance, Sunwoo would have no other options.

    He just needed to hold out for a minute until the role switched, and then, under the pretense of an accident, he could beat the hell out of Sunwoo.

    “Huh?”

    But Sunwoo was closing in much faster than expected.

    Park Inhwan had already known from the reinforcement-type running test that Sunwoo was fast, but right now, he was moving at an entirely different level.

    “Ugh!”

    In the blink of an eye, Sunwoo was right in front of him.

    Panicking, Park Inhwan hurriedly released his mana and deployed a magic barrier.

    Paang!

    A circular blue barrier spread widely around him.

    At the same time, Sunwoo was forcefully repelled outward.

    “Kh…”

    Park Inhwan bit his lip. That had been close. If he had been even a moment slower, Sunwoo would have landed a clean hit.

    “…What kind of manifestation-type mage fights like that?”

    Anyone would think he was a reinforcement-type mage instead.

    How could his main specialty be manifestation magic? That was ridiculous.

    No, more importantly, Sunwoo’s movements were faster than most high-ranking reinforcement-type students.

    It made no sense for someone with that level of ability to specialize in manifestation magic.

    “Heh.”

    Then, Sunwoo smirked.

    ‘…What the hell?’

    A chill ran down Park Inhwan’s spine.

    He didn’t know why, but he had felt this exact sensation before.

    It was during last year’s second semester midterm sparring match against Lee Seo-jun.

    He had felt the same fear back then.

    ‘Am I seriously getting scared… of this guy?’

    Park Inhwan clenched his fists.

    His opponent was ranked 150th—the lowest in the school.

    He, the 5th-ranked student, couldn’t believe he had just felt fear against such a weakling.

    ‘Focus.’

    Sunwoo was nothing special.

    Sure, for someone ranked 150th, he was quite skilled.

    But even taking that into account, his magical ability itself wasn’t anything remarkable.

    Someone like him wasn’t an opponent worth getting tense over.

    He just needed to keep blocking a few more attacks until the minute passed.

    Then, once the roles switched, he could beat Sunwoo to a pulp.

    “Come at me.”

    At Park Inhwan’s words, Sunwoo kicked off the ground and charged forward again.

    “Hup!”

    There was no point in dodging. He just had to deploy his barrier again to block Sunwoo’s approach.

    Paang!

    Once more, a blue barrier spread wide.

    But Sunwoo, as if expecting it, twisted his body and retreated mid-movement.

    Since he had blocked the first approach, Park Inhwan immediately dispelled the barrier.

    Maintaining it consumed a significant amount of mana.

    Especially against someone charging in with mana-infused physical strength.

    He just needed to wait for Sunwoo’s next attack and—

    At that moment, a blinding flash of light filled his vision.

    “Aaagh!”

    Before he even realized what had happened, intense pain shot through his shoulder.

    Park Inhwan clutched his shoulder and staggered back, gritting his teeth against the sudden agony.

    “Grrk…!”

    What the hell just happened?

    Before he could process it, another bright flash flickered before his eyes.

    Instinctively, he activated his barrier again.

    Boom!

    His barrier trembled violently. He had barely managed to block the follow-up attack.

    And then—Sunwoo’s attacks stopped.

    “Kh…!”

    Park Inhwan deactivated the barrier once more.

    The mana consumption was too much to sustain it.

    As soon as the barrier disappeared, Sunwoo dashed toward him with incredible speed.

    Panicking, Park Inhwan tried to put up his barrier again, but—

    He was too slow.

    Thud!

    Sunwoo’s mana-infused fist slammed into Park Inhwan’s stomach.

    “Guhhh!”

    Park Inhwan’s body lifted slightly off the ground before rolling across the floor.

    He clutched his abdomen, coughing up blood as pain surged through his chest.

    “Urgh…!”

    Then he heard rapid footsteps approaching again.

    A surge of fear gripped him.

    Was Sunwoo going to keep beating him up?

    But the attack never came.

    Looking up, he saw Jang Ancheol standing between them, not Sunwoo.

    “Stop! The match is over!”


    [You have achieved the achievement ‘Someone’s Natural Enemy.’]
    [You have received 3,000 points as a reward.]

    [Character ‘Park Inhwan’ feels deep humiliation because of you.]
    [You have received 1,000 points as a reward.]

    Park Inhwan was immediately taken to the infirmary.

    Originally, the match should have continued with me switching to defense, but due to his injury, it was cut short.

    “Luckily, it doesn’t seem to be a serious wound.”

    Jang Ancheol sighed in relief.

    “And Kim Sunwoo, good job.”

    “…Yes.”

    For a moment, I worried that I’d get scolded for injuring Park Inhwan, but since it wasn’t a severe injury, it was overlooked.

    “Wow, Sunwoo, I noticed this during the last test too, but your magic itself isn’t that special… yet your combat sense is incredible.”

    “Right? But doesn’t he seem like a completely different person compared to last year?”

    When I returned to my seat, I overheard students whispering while sneaking glances at me.

    “Is Kim Sunwoo stronger than Park Inhwan?”

    “You idiot. Park Inhwan was only defending. In a real fight, he’d destroy Sunwoo.”

    “Oh… is that so?”

    Students were talking about me.

    I heard them saying that if we fought seriously, I would lose to Park Inhwan, but I didn’t pay much attention to it.

    Because, honestly, no one knows how it would turn out.

    Of course, if I used the Heart of Mother Nature, the story would be different.

    As I sat still, I felt a strong gaze from somewhere.

    Lee Seo-jun and Yoo Ara were looking at me with curious expressions.

    “Alright, let’s continue the class! Lee Seo-jun, come forward!”


    That evening.

    I was training magic with Yoon Hayoung at the training ground.

    “Sunwoo, your movements during the sparring session with Park Inhwan were incredible. You were much faster than when you sparred with me.”

    Yoon Hayoung spoke as she shot floating ice arrows at the target.

    “Since even Park Inhwan couldn’t properly counter you, it was only natural that I lost to you. Hmm, as expected!”

    “Hey, focus. No chatting.”

    At my words, Yoon Hayoung pouted.

    “…I’ve been doing this for two hours. I’m getting tired.”

    “Ssshh!”

    “…Ugh, fine.”

    She pouted again but obediently activated her magic.

    Ten translucent ice arrows floated above her hand and then shot toward the target, shattering it with a loud explosion.

    “Wow…”

    Seeing her magic improve daily, I couldn’t help but be impressed.

    At this rate, she might reach the top 20 within a year.

    “Oh yeah, Hayoung, are you free next weekend?”

    “The weekend?”

    “Yeah.”

    “…Why?”

    “There’s a place I want to take you to.”

    She blinked.

    “I do have time…”

    “Great, then keep your schedule open. I found a really good place.”

    A dungeon perfect for training the power of demon slaying, that is.

    Yoon Hayoung looked a bit surprised.

    “…A good place?”

    “Yeah.”

    “Wait, just the two of us?”

    “Of course.”

    [Character ‘Yoon Ha-young’ feels flustered toward you.]
    [Reward: 500 points obtained.]

    Huh? Why is she suddenly flustered?

    I glanced at her and noticed her pupils trembling.

    Then, after a moment of hesitation, she opened her mouth.

    “…Sunwoo, I just wanted to check something.”

    “What?”

    “This has been on my mind for a while.”

    “Ugh, just say it already.”

    “You being nice to me…”

    She trailed off.

    The air changed.

    It almost felt… sweet?

    I wasn’t particularly fond of this kind of atmosphere.

    “Do you have feelings for me?”

    “…What?”

    “I mean, if that’s the case, I’m not really sure how to respond. I’m not good at this kind of thing… Of course, I know you’re a great guy, but…”

    Yoon Hayoung started rambling.

    I stared at her with a blank expression.

    What is she even saying?

    As I kept looking at her, she couldn’t meet my gaze and lowered her head.

    “That’s not it.”

    “…Huh?”

    She looked up at me, her face full of confusion.

    So I repeated myself.

    “That’s not it.”

    “Not it?”

    “I don’t have any special feelings for you. And I won’t in the future either.”

    “…Wait, why does that feel insulting?”

    She narrowed her eyes.

    That sweet atmosphere from earlier?

    Gone without a trace.

    “There’s nothing to be upset about. I’m just not interested in relationships.”

    “Then what’s with the ‘good place’ and going together, just the two of us?”

    “I found a dungeon that’s perfect for your training.”

    Her small mouth fell slightly open.

    [Character ‘Yoon Hayoung’ feels embarrassed toward you.]
    [Reward: 500 points obtained.]

    “Oh… that’s what you meant…”

    She let out a sigh of relief.

    Then, she muttered,

    “Good. I was worried for nothing.”

    [‘Second Denial’ achievement unlocked.]
    [Reward: 2,000 points obtained.]

    “…”

    So that sweet atmosphere really was just my imagination.

    Anyway, I got an unexpected achievement and earned 2,000 points.

    But ‘Second Denial’…

    Why does that name feel so annoying?


    After training, I was lying on my dorm bed, rolling around.

    Then, I suddenly heard a notification from my phone on the desk.

    [You asked me to find someone named Jo Seong-hoon, right? I found him.]

    It was a message from Han Se-yeon.

    So she already found Jo Seong-hoon.

    In just a day—much faster than expected.

    [Thank you for your effort. Where is Jo Seong-hoon?]

    [Are you free tomorrow? I’d like to talk in person.]

    She wants to meet in person?

    [Before that, do you have his exact location?]

    [Yes, and I also know where he’ll be on Sunday.]

    “Well, that’s all that matters.”

    [Alright. When are you available?]

    [How about 7 PM?]

    As a student, my weekends were pretty open.

    [Sure, that works.]

    [Great! I’ll reserve a nice restaurant. We’ve never had a meal together, after all.]

    [A restaurant booked by someone from the Han family? I should be excited, right?]

    [Of course! I’ll show you what heavenly flavours taste like.]

    “Pfft.”

    I could feel her confidence through the message.

    Rich people really do have a different level of leisure.

    “Hmmm…”

    I put my phone down and lay back on the bed, thinking about the next couple of days.

    “…This weekend is going to be busy.”

    Saturday, I had to meet Han Se-yeon.

    Sunday, I had to deal with Jo Seong-hoon.

    Saturday might seem easy, but planning how to handle Jo Seong-hoon meant I wouldn’t have much free time.

    “Jo Seong-hoon…”

    If I successfully take care of him, how will the story unfold?

    Next Wednesday, a terrorist attack is scheduled to happen.

    It might not seem like a big deal, but it plays an important role in strengthening relationships between certain characters.

    Yoo Ara and Lee Seo-jun.

    That event is key in turning their awkward relationship into a true friendship.

    “Ugh, if only the special extracurricular activity hadn’t been canceled…”

    The future is getting more and more unpredictable.

  • A doomsday-level returnee devours calamities Chapter 44

    Stepping out of the break room, Lee Sooah walked down the hallway with a face full of anger.

    “…Brother? What a load of bullshit. That guy’s completely insane.”

    Leaning briefly against the wall, she pressed her fingers to her forehead and let out a deep sigh.

    “Ah… It’s happening again.”

    A sudden wave of headache.

    At some point, whenever she talked about family, a mysterious headache would strike. Even at Tree, which boasted the world’s best medical facilities, no clear cause had been found, so she had half given up on finding an answer.

    Fortunately, as long as she avoided discussions about her family, the symptoms didn’t appear, so she’d simply lived on, thinking it would get better someday.

    But thanks to that damned administrator running his mouth, the pain was back again.

    Holding her throbbing head, she went over the words that unfamiliar administrator had spoken.

    — It’s me, Sooah . I’m your brother.

    — Your mother’s name is Kim Young-ja. Your father’s name is Lee Wang-bok. The eldest son is Lee Taesung. The youngest daughter is Lee Sooah.

    Lee Taeseong, the administrator dispatched from Korea.
    Rank: Delta.
    The man she had never seen before in her life, the moment he laid eyes on her, had immediately said—

    — I’m your one and only brother, Lee Taeseong.

    It was absurd.

    Calling himself her brother when she had been left an orphan?

    What a joke.

    She had been an only child from the moment she was born. Her only blood relatives were the two parents who had showered their one and only daughter with boundless love.

    And even they had passed away long ago in an unfortunate accident.

    But now, a brother?

    What, was this supposed to be some kind of lost sibling revelation?

    She had met all sorts of lunatics as a Tree administrator, but this was a brand-new type of crazy.

    ‘Ripley syndrome? Or something like that?’

    The only things she had in common with that crazy man were that they were both born in Korea and had the same surname.

    A person incapable of distinguishing delusions from reality.

    Sooah mentally classified Lee Taesung under the “delusional disorder” category, a file tucked away at the very end of her mental archive, and erased him from her thoughts.

    The fact that he had even investigated her to try and turn his delusion into reality was downright creepy and infuriating, but…

    Since he was still an administrator dispatched from another country and seemed to have a connection with the Yato siblings, she’d let it slide this once.

    From experience, she knew people like that shouldn’t be given the slightest opening.

    If even the smallest crack was left, they would fall back into their delusions and start obsessing again.

    She absolutely did not want to get involved with him again. If they ever got assigned the same mission, she would do whatever it took to avoid him.

    “Haah… I just got back, and it’s straight to work. This damn black company.”

    The salary was high enough to make anyone’s eyes pop, but the workload was beyond imagination.

    Every time she handled entity, she had to put her life on the line, and overtime and fieldwork were routine.

    That was the life of a Tree administrator.

    No one had put a knife to her throat and forced her to take the job. She had chosen it herself.

    So whatever happened, she had to endure it—by sheer grit if necessary.

    “I wonder if Master is still out hunting…”

    Picturing her master slaying all sorts of anomalies in Fukuoka, Sooah quickly dismissed the thought. That was someone she had no need to worry about.

    Resuming her steps, she made her way toward D-1 Zone, where Delta-class entities were contained.

    Pulling out the entity management report from her coat, she skimmed through the file once again.

    “Let’s see…”
    .
    .
    .

    [D-Class Entity Management Report]

    • No. 0999
    • Entity Name: The Sleeping Monkey’s Paw
    • Class: Delta (Δ)
    • Special Notes: Upon awakening, entity will be reclassified as Gamma (Γ), and the containment zone is to be immediately sealed.
    • Threat Level: 1 → 5
    • Red-Class Hazardous Entity

    [Information]

    An unidentified monkey’s paw.

    The owner of the hand is presumed to be an extra-dimensional entity.

    Its estimated classification lies between Beta (Β) and Alpha (Α).

    How only this single hand ended up here remains unknown.

    It was discovered emerging from a dimensional rift in an Amazonian village.

    It is believed that while attempting to cross dimensions, some unknown event caused only the arm to be transferred.

    However, as the hand is in a deep sleep, no special containment procedures are required.

    The conditions necessary for its awakening remain unknown.

    ※ Caution

    1. Administrators assigned to this entity must refrain from all actions during containment duty. (No speaking, no self-talk, no internal thoughts—everything is prohibited.)
    2. If the entity awakens, the assigned administrator must immediately take their own life. (This is not a recommendation, but a special directive.)
    3. Failure to comply with Rules 1 & 2 will result in [DATA DELETED]
    4. This clause does not exist.
    5. Administrators in unstable mental states are strongly advised to avoid all tasks related to this entity.

    [Observation Log #032]

    Watched it for over five hours.
    My thoughts? It looks fluffy.

    [Observation Log #042]

    I made a wish.
    A wish I had dreamed of my entire life.

    Understood. I shall grant it.

    But… this wasn’t what I wanted.

    I didn’t want ■■.

    “This… this isn’t what I wished for.”


    As Sooah finished reading the report, a memory surfaced—an old urban legend she had heard as a child.

    The Monkey’s Paw.

    A hand that grants any wish.

    But the way it fulfills those wishes is never pleasant.

    The process is irrelevant—only the end result of the wish matters.

    Which means, in most cases, it ends in tragedy.

    For instance, if someone wished to become rich, a family member might suddenly die, and they would receive a massive insurance payout.

    The wish itself would be granted, but at the cost of losing a loved one.

    It was a legend so twisted and full of malice that Sooah had always despised it.

    “…What a disgusting story.”

    By the time she finished reading, she had already arrived at Containment Room #4.

    The door slid open.

    A weary-looking administrator stepped out of the containment chamber.

    “Oh… Administrator Lee Sooah, you’re back.”

    “Ah, yes. It’s been a while.”

    “Well then, I’ll be off. Staring into its eyes for twelve hours straight has me exhausted.”

    “You’ve done well.”

    After a brief exchange, Lee Sooah stepped into the containment room and took a seat.

    Beyond the transparent glass wall, she could see the monkey’s hand.

    The thought that a mere beast’s hand could grant someone’s wish was so absurd that she let out a scoff.

    Then, she suddenly recalled the warning that forbade taking any action.

    Lifting her head, she looked up at the ceiling.

    “…….”

    Fortunately, nothing happened.

    About forty minutes passed.

    She was already starting to feel bored, and the thought that she had to keep doing this for another eleven hours and twenty minutes made her head spin.

    It had already been over five years since she joined Tree and started working as an administrator.

    Over that time, she had managed hundreds of entities and built up her own expertise.

    Of course, there were several occasions where she nearly lost her life, but the fact that she was still here, alive and well, gave her a sense of pride as an administrator.

    Given that the mortality rate for administrators in their first to third year was nearly 99%, she had every right to be confident.

    However, among the administrators of Tree, there was an old saying:

    —Want to know how to survive long? There’s no such thing. The moment you think, ‘I guess I’m a pretty decent administrator now’… that usually happens around the five-year mark, right?
    —That’s when you need to be most cautious.
    —Why, you ask?
    —Because whether you’re in your tenth year or your twentieth, the moment you let your guard down…
    —You die.

    Confidence and arrogance are separated by a fine line. And arrogance leads to complacency.

    On top of that, Sooah had just undergone severe mental stress right before this task.

    ‘Ah, I’m bored out of my mind. I wish something interesting would happen…….’

    “I’m bored out of my mind. I wish something interesting would happen…….”

    Muttering had become second nature to her while working as an administrator.

    She only realized too late that she had unknowingly voiced her thoughts aloud.

    Instinctively covering her mouth, Sooah turned her gaze toward the glass wall.

    ‘What? Nothing’s happening?’

    As if it had been waiting for those very words, the voice of the ‘monkey’s hand’ echoed.

    [Very well. I shall grant that wish.]

    Realizing the gravity of the situation, Sooah sprang to her feet—only for an excruciating headache to strike, far worse than the one before.

    “Urgh…!”

    Of all times, why now?

    The pain was so unbearable that she could barely keep herself upright.

    If this continued, she wouldn’t even have to worry about the entity anymore—her brain would explode first.

    Acting on instinct, Sooah activated her ability.

    Oddly enough, the more energy she summoned, the more the pain seemed to subside.

    A thought flickered through her mind—was this also the ‘monkey’s hand’s’ intention?

    But she had no time to dwell on such things.

    Fwoosh!

    Intense flames erupted from Sooah’s entire body.

    The heat was so immense that the furniture in the room instantly ignited.

    Yet the stabbing pain in her brain remained relentless, tormenting her without end.

    ‘This isn’t enough. More… I need even stronger flames!’

    Making up her mind, she drew forth every last bit of power from deep within.

    As the flames grew stronger, her body gradually became translucent.

    This was proof that her synchronization rate with the spirit residing within her was increasing—

    In other words, she was transforming into a spirit herself.

    But she couldn’t stop.

    Ironically, the stronger the flames became, the faster the pain in her head faded.

    It was only after she had unleashed every ounce of her power that the agony tormenting her finally melted away.

    And in its place, long-frozen memories surged back like a tidal wave.

    “This… these are my memories…?”

    The reason she had been unable to remember Lee Taeseong—

    It was because her mentor, Yukina, a Beta-class administrator, had used her ability to freeze away every memory related to him.

    —Are you sure you’re willing to lose all memories of your only sibling? Even if he returns, you won’t recognize him.
    —Yes. I’ve already decided to think of my brother as dead. And isn’t this the only way to prevent myself from going berserk? I have to hold on somehow.
    —…Very well. I’ll respect your decision.

    ‘Lee Taeseong’ himself had been a trigger for Sooah.

    With her already high manifestation rate, prolonged exposure to extreme stress would have made her highly prone to losing control.

    In the end, this was the only way.

    But now—

    “Why only now……?”

    The ice prison that had sealed away her memories had completely melted.

    “Why did you only come back now……?”

    Unable to withstand the flood of emotions, Sooah lost control and achieved 100% synchronization, becoming ‘pure flame’ itself.

    “When Mom and Dad were gone… when I was all alone, you were nowhere to be found…… so why now…… why now…… WHY DID YOU ONLY COME BACK NOOOOOW?!”

    BOOOOOOM!

    With a deafening explosion, the flames radiating from her body melted everything in their path.

    And then—

    Through the melted remains of the containment room’s door, a man with slanted eyes appeared.

    Scanning his surroundings, he let out a deep sigh.

    “Hah… having both a madman and a madwoman as my enemies… this is gonna be a pain in the ass.”

  • About a Dating Sim Where Dating Is Impossible Chapter 101

    From the moment the campaign began, there had been lingering questions.

    Why does His Highness act this way?

    Why does he refuse to reach out to Epirus, even in this moment of desperate need?

    Doubts that even unwavering faith could not erase.

    Now that Adrianos had received answers to all his uncertainties, he could stand before the people without the fog of hesitation clouding his mind.

    Konstantinos Dragases—the final beacon of light in a dying empire—had dispelled the thick mist that had obstructed his path.

    But not everyone knew His Highness’s true intentions.

    For the salvation of the empire, his designs had to remain hidden.

    Thus, he had to persuade them.

    The thousand soldiers standing in formation before him, filling the training grounds—each one had been shaken by the thunderous roar that could bring down even the strongest walls.

    Yet still, they had not lost faith in their prince.

    Adrianos gazed at them for a moment, then clenched his fists tightly.

    Holding the rear to buy time for His Highness to escape—no matter how it was dressed in grand words, its essence remained the same.

    It meant death.

    He understood this and had already resigned himself to it.

    His Highness, in return for my loyalty—a devotion so strong that I resolved even to die—has granted me the reason why I must die.

    Then it was only right for him to offer his soldiers the same choice.

    Believing so, Adrianos slowly pulled out the red bandage he had hidden within his cloak.

    The soldiers, bound by strict military discipline and unable to voice their confusion, instead sent questioning gazes.

    Standing before them, Adrianos finally spoke.

    “We will die.”

    A ripple of unease swept through the soldiers—it was only natural.

    But the countless brushes with death they had endured kept them steady.

    This was the change that had taken root over the past few months.

    War did not only shift the balance of power.

    It changed lives, reshaped beliefs, and wielded the greatest force capable of altering even the fate of life and death.

    At that moment, the last audience he had with His Highness resurfaced in Adrianos’s mind.

    “And the reason we must die is here, in my hands.”

    He raised the blood-soaked bandage high into the air.

    Whose blood was it?

    Adrianos knew.

    He knew who had shed it, why it had to be spilled, and why they had to avoid a final confrontation with the Ottomans until now.

    “Do you see this bandage, stained with blood? Can you tell whose blood it is?”

    While all eyes had been fixed on central Greece, struggling even to keep track of the enemy before them, there was one who saw beyond.

    One who, while others clung to false hope or braced themselves for an ever-looming defeat, had pursued true victory alone.

    He must be saved, no matter the cost, even if thousands of lives had to be sacrificed.

    “We all remember that His Highness once declared he would stand with us on the battlefield. Some doubted. Some believed he would never truly spill his own blood.”

    Centuries of decline had stolen something precious from the people—faith.

    Among those who had lost it, no amount of words could reach them; only wounded skepticism remained in their eyes.

    That was why His Highness had to show them.

    He understood it better than anyone.

    So, he did not try to win their trust with words.

    He proved it with blood—not the blood of another, but his own.

    At this moment, Adrianos felt profoundly fortunate to have sworn his allegiance to Konstantinos, the prince.

    “Look well—this is the proof of His Highness’s devotion. To prove his dedication, he bled until he could stand no more. The only reason I have gathered you here is to convey this truth.”

    Having said this, Adrianos turned away from the podium.

    He took several steps forward without a shred of hesitation.

    Yet a small wave of regret struck him belatedly.

    How many would truly grasp the gravity of their fate?

    And how many would be willing to face death alongside him?

    Would it have been better to command them instead of giving them a choice?

    But even if he thought so, he could not reveal His Highness’s true plan.

    There was no guarantee that no traitor lurked among them.

    In truth, he himself should never have known.

    It was only through his self-sacrificing loyalty that he had been granted the certainty of their future.

    His Highness had blamed himself for his own powerlessness and had begged Adrianos to forgive him for not being able to do more.

    But it was enough.

    For those who follow a leader, the greatest promise that leader can offer them—above all else—is a future.

    What was this battle for?

    [The purpose of this war is not merely to stop Murad.]

    Victory in war is determined by the achievement of strategic objectives.

    [The Ottoman blade is sharp and keen. Then what is the best course of action? Everyone would answer simply—prevent it from being drawn from its sheath in the first place.]

    Why is it that such a young man is called the last hope of the empire?

    […That is why we set the knot. A trap to bind the blade within its sheath before it can be drawn. If the sword cannot be unsheathed, then the keen edge that crowned Murad as sultan will slowly tighten around his own throat.]

    Because he does not chase the glory of victory.

    [Our defeat will instill fear and urgency in those who watch the Ottomans. There are many who do not wish to see the balance of power collapse into a one-sided dominion. In the end, they will seek an opportunity to intervene before the tipping point is reached—especially Venice, desperate to maintain control over the Aegean, and Genoa, ever eager to project its influence.]

    [Once more, we must send a warning to the West—through the victory of the Ottomans and through our own defeat. At the same time, we must also foster the expectation that, if they unite, they can triumph over the Ottomans. That is why this cannot end in a crushing defeat. This is why we avoid a decisive battle. We may not be able to overturn our disadvantage, but we must not allow ourselves to be utterly broken.]

    [And the enemy must never realize this intention. So we deceived them, over and over again. Knowing they would not be easily fooled, we crafted countless layers of deception. We had to obscure our true goal of prolonging the war. That is also why Epirus remains uninvolved—Murad must not know when they will enter the fight.]

    [This war hinges on how well we can control the timing of foreign intervention. At the same time, how deeply we can draw Murad in is just as critical. That is why we had to keep this from everyone.]

    [Adrianos, do you now understand the true purpose of this war?]

    Because he is a man who pursues victory in a single stroke.

  • Gatekeeper Of The Boundless World Chapter 40

    “Go.”

    Shen Ye commanded.

    The giant skeleton raised its massive bone sword without hesitation.

    The man roared angrily, “You think you can defeat me?”

    Countless steel wires emerged from the void, slicing toward the giant skeleton.

    But it was useless.

    Before they could even reach it, they were blocked by the pale flames surging from its body.

    “Too weak.”

    The giant skeleton sneered.

    “Now—”

    “Let the undead be freed. They have been bound for far too long.”

    The giant sword trembled.

    Invisible ripples spread out from the blade, instantly permeating the entire building.

    —The undead revived!

    Corpses began to rise, moving as if they were alive.

    From the top floor down to the ground level, every railing, every wall, even the ceiling, was now crowded with countless corpses.

    The man looked up at them, his fingers manipulating hidden steel wires.

    But it was useless.

    All the corpses were out of his control.

    Their souls were no longer bound by him.

    “I… I was dead,” one corpse murmured.

    “You are undead now—prepare yourselves. Capture the one who killed you,” the giant skeleton declared.

    It opened its mouth and spat out a ball of pale flame.

    The “Skinner” reacted instantly, dashing to the side.

    Without warning—

    Corpses leaped down from above, one after another, all pouncing toward his escape route.

    The man tried to evade, but the flame suddenly burst into a dazzling light, illuminating him.

    In that instant—

    His body froze.

    The giant skeleton leisurely remarked, “Relax, it’s just a simple soul-binding technique. It makes a living being’s soul and body tremble in discord, so—”

    “You can’t move.”

    A corpse suddenly grabbed the man’s ankle.

    “Damn it.”

    His expression changed, and he immediately tried to pull free.

    But it was too late—

    Countless corpses swarmed him, pinning down his limbs and head.

    Boom!

    The pale flames struck him.

    A shrill scream rang out, soon drowned by the roars of the dead.

    “Some say killing a man ends him, but I tell you—”

    “The vengeance of the dead is the true end of everything.”

    The giant skeleton spoke coldly.

    On the far end of the corridor, the undead had completely engulfed him.

    The man was held down, devoured by countless undead, unable to move.

    Suddenly—

    He let out an enraged roar and shouted:

    “Oh great deity—”

    Dark shadows appeared in the void.

    They swept the corpses aside.

    The man, barely alive, knelt on one knee, his fingers forming shifting seals.

    His flesh had been almost entirely devoured, leaving behind nothing but blood and exposed bones, yet he continued chanting:

    “I am willing to pay that price, please—”

    Before he could finish, the shadows around him suddenly shattered his hand seals.

    The spell dissipated.

    The shadows all withdrew behind him.

    The man froze in place.

    —That existence had refused his call?

    Shen Ye roared,

    “Finish him off while he’s weak!”

    The giant skeleton raised its massive bone sword and pointed from a distance.

    A blazing pale flame erupted in the void, engulfing the man.

    Shen Ye drew his pistol, aimed at the man, and asked,

    “Any last words?”

    The man, his flesh in tatters, for the first time, showed a trace of fear in his eyes.

    Bang.

    A gunshot.

    The man’s body trembled violently.

    —But to his surprise, he wasn’t dead.

    “Sorry, I’m not very good with guns, so I missed.”

    Shen Ye apologized sincerely.

    “You messing with me?” The man snarled.

    Shen Ye gave no reply. Instead, he drew the dagger from his back.

    Nightfall Dagger.

    “Come on, let’s settle this once and for all!” The man roared, secretly reaching into his own body to pull something out.

    But Shen Ye didn’t step forward. He didn’t use any sword techniques.

    He simply swung his dagger in the air—then sheathed it again.

    “I’m done here.”

    “What are you waiting for? I’m not stupid enough to take risks just to look cool—finish him off already.”

    He spoke indifferently.

    The giant skeleton grumbled, “I thought you were going to pull off something flashy…”

    It raised its bone sword high and swung down—

    “No!”

    The man screamed in despair.

    A boundless wave of pale flames erupted from the sword, sweeping across the hall and engulfing him.

    —He howled in agony, his cries weakening, until they finally ceased altogether.

    He was dead.

    The giant skeleton pressed its sword into the ground and suddenly shouted:

    “Bone Embrace!”

    Four massive bone shields erupted around them, revolving continuously around Shen Ye and the skeleton.

    “What’s wrong?” Shen Ye asked.

    “In that last moment—you were very close to being assassinated. He was connected to some powerful existence,” the giant skeleton warned cautiously.

    “Look!” Xiao Mengyu shouted.

    From the ground, several dark shadows emerged, instantly wrapping around the remains of the man’s corpse and flying into the distance.

    Xiao Mengyu’s figure flickered, shooting forward like lightning in pursuit.

    Only Shen Ye remained among the ruins.

    He became even more vigilant, pressing his back against the door and shifting into a defensive stance.

    “They’re gone,” the giant skeleton said.

    “Why not chase after them?” Shen Ye asked.

    “I can’t carry you while running at full speed. If I leave you here and that thing circles back to kill you, I won’t be able to save you in time.”

    As if afraid of being misunderstood, the giant skeleton patiently explained, “In this situation, my priority is ensuring your survival.”

    Shen Ye fell silent.

    What exactly was that shadow just now?

    “Let’s go over everything again—I arrived at the hotel just as Xiao Mengyu was at a disadvantage. The hotel building was blasted apart, and she fell down. Was that your doing?” Shen Ye suddenly asked.

    “It wasn’t me,” the giant skeleton immediately denied.

    “Was it Xiao Mengyu?” Shen Ye asked.

    “Doesn’t seem like it. After all, she was sent flying, and that attack clearly came from outside the building—wait, I get it!”

    The man and the skeleton spoke in unison, “There was someone else here!”

    A chilling sensation crawled up their spines.

    Shen Ye forced himself to stay calm, rapidly analyzing the situation.

    —The “Skinner” initially thought I was the one who blasted the building apart, which is why he didn’t come down in pursuit.

    But I know for a fact that I didn’t do it.

    Was it that shadow just now?

    If it was the shadow, why did it create an opening for Xiao Mengyu to escape?

    If the shadow was on Xiao Mengyu’s side, then why did it just save the “Skinner” now?

    It doesn’t make sense.

    Logically, this contradicts itself!

    Could it be…

    There’s someone else involved?

    Shen Ye cleared his throat and picked up a microphone:

    “To the friend who lent a hand earlier, please show yourself!”

    His voice echoed far into the night, but there was no response.

    After a few moments—

    A familiar roaring sound rang out.

    The ghostfire motorcycle streaked into the lobby like an afterimage and stopped in front of Shen Ye.

    He didn’t find the person hiding in the dark, but his motorcycle had returned.

    “Was the little girl safely delivered to the Martial Arts Tower?”

    Shen Ye asked.

    “The mission was not completed. The target has been lost,” the motorcycle replied.

    “What? Did she get into an accident?” Shen Ye’s expression changed drastically.

    “The target left me midway, landing safely on the street. I don’t know where she went.”

    Shen Ye was stunned.

    The ghostfire motorcycle was incredibly fast—even he had to be cautious when jumping off mid-ride.

    Not to mention, the little girl had been strapped in with a safety belt.

    Yet she managed to land safely?

    Shen Ye felt as if he were trapped in a dense fog, with the truth hidden somewhere deep within it.

    Calm down.

    Stay calm.

    Think. What exactly is wrong with this picture?

    Suddenly, Shen Ye recalled a detail.

    He sprinted back to Room 707, crouched down beside the nurse’s corpse, and softly spoke:

    “Before the fight broke out, we were talking about your daughter.”

    “Yes,” the corpse responded.

    “I said I would sponsor your daughter’s education and living expenses, but you seemed hesitant. I was going to ask why, but didn’t get the chance—what were you trying to say back then?”

    “I wanted to tell you—I don’t have a daughter.”

    Shen Ye froze.

    Outside the room, the giant skeleton crouched, keeping watch while chuckling mockingly.

    “I told you, blindly helping a complete stranger will only lead to trouble—now look, you don’t even know who she really is.”

    Shen Ye ignored it and continued questioning: “Did Xiao Mengyu say anything to the assassin? Were you there at the time?”

    The corpse replied woodenly, “I was there.”

    “What did they say?” Shen Ye pressed.

    “They agreed that if the assassin revealed the true mastermind, the girl wouldn’t use her family’s power against him.”

    “If the assassin defeated her, he could have her corpse.”

    “And then? Did the assassin reveal who hired him?” Shen Ye asked anxiously.

    “He didn’t say it outright—he took out his phone and sent something to the girl.”

    “What did the girl say?” Shen Ye asked.

    “She said, ‘I understand. Our agreement starts now.’”

    Shen Ye suddenly realized something.

    He pulled out his own phone—

    Before entering the hotel, he had set it to silent mode and hadn’t checked it since.

    Now, he turned the sound back on and looked at his messages.

    Sure enough, there was one from Xiao Mengyu.

  • Struggle for Supremacy in the Demonic Path Chapter 5

    The middle-aged man in the floral robe instinctively drew his sword. It was the treasured sword of Master Lee Cheong, which he had purchased earlier.

    Clang!

    With a crisp sound, the sword snapped in half.

    The broken blade was caught between Pungma’s index and middle fingers.

    Witnessing such immense strength, Won Ryeong and Hyeol bong swallowed dryly. A renowned sword capable of slicing through steel like tofu had been broken by mere fingers. That was a level far beyond their comprehension.

    “…Hup.”

    The man in the floral robe gulped.

    If his opponent hadn’t been Pungma, he might have raised his voice, accusing the seller of peddling a fake. But now, he had no such luxury.

    Pungma, as if putting on a show, slowly clenched his right fist in front of the man’s face.

    When his fist closed completely, an astonishing phenomenon occurred—the air around it trembled, producing a distinct wind sound.

    Whoooosh—

    Hyeol bong and Won Ryeong’s faces turned pale in an instant. It was only then that they truly realized their opponent was Pungma.

    Before they could react, Pungma’s fist was already in motion.

    Crunch!

    With a single strike, the floral-robed man’s chest was crushed. His body flew like a kite with its string severed, slammed into the wall, and bounced off lifelessly, still clutching the broken sword.

    “Continue.”

    As if nothing had happened, Pungma crossed his arms and closed his eyes.

    Hyeol bong and Won Ryeong exchanged glances, their eyes filled with unspoken agreement—if it came to it, they would join forces. But since their opponent was Pungma, such a thought provided little comfort.

    Yeo Ga-hwi smiled as he looked at the three remaining people.

    “As I mentioned earlier, the starting price is fifty thousand nyang.”

    At that moment, Hyeol bong, who had been silent until now, finally spoke.

    “How can we be sure that it’s genuine?”

    As if expecting the question, Yeo Ga-hwi unhesitatingly pulled a document from his sleeve and unfolded it.

    “You must have heard of Tong Eui Mun.”

    A well-known intelligence organization in the martial world—Tong Eui Mun.

    “We selected a few names from this register at random and had them verified. And this here is Tong Eui Mun’s guarantee that the list is genuine.”

    In the intelligence world, a guarantee from Tong Eui Mun was synonymous with truth.

    Won Ryeong and Hyeol bong let out low sighs.

    Both of them had come on a mission to verify the authenticity of this information—one from the Justice Alliance, the other from the Dark Alliance. Just as Jinpae had brought the Black Wind Squad, they had warriors waiting nearby, poised to act. But with Pungma here, their backup was meaningless.

    A register of high-ranking officials in the Demonic Sect.

    When they first received the information, they hadn’t been sure whether to believe it. Yet, despite their doubts, they had been sent because if the information proved true, it would shake the martial world to its core.

    For the Justice Alliance, allowing such intelligence to fall into the hands of the Dark Alliance was unacceptable. The opposite was true for the Dark Alliance. Even if this didn’t immediately lead to war, it was a piece of information with enormous political implications.

    This time, Won Ryeong stepped forward.

    “There is something I am curious about. If one of us purchases it, the other two could return and leak the information. That would reduce its value, wouldn’t it?”

    The answer came not from Yeo Ga-hwi but from Pungma, who still had his eyes closed.

    “The only person leaving this room alive will be the one who buys the item.”

    Won Ryeong and Hyeol bong’s faces darkened. In an instant, the auction had turned into a forced sale.

    Hyeol bong spoke firmly.

    “This is too important a decision for me to make alone.”

    Yeo Ga-hwi wagged his finger.

    “I know you’ve been given full authority for this matter.”

    Their expressions stiffened further.

    He was right. Both of them had been granted discretionary funds by their respective factions in case the information proved to be genuine.

    A heavy silence fell. And once again, it was Yeo Ga-hwi who broke it.

    “Well, well. All this hesitation is slowing things down. Let’s be frank, then.”

    His voice carried a commanding tone.

    “In this room, we have representatives from the Justice Alliance, the Dark Alliance, and the Divine Cult (Demonic Cult).”

    He had accurately identified them all.

    Won Ryeong and Hyeol bong turned to look at Yuwol. They had already guessed each other’s identities, but they hadn’t expected that a member of the Demonic Sect would be here as well.

    Yuwol calmly admitted his identity.

    “This belongs to my sect, so I will reclaim it.”

    Yeo Ga-hwi smiled with satisfaction.

    “Well, as long as you have the money…”

    He was confident because he had Pungma on his side. Riding the same boat as a martial artist whose strength rivaled the Six Demon Lords—why worry about storms?

    Yuwol took something from his sleeve.

    Swish.

    A small envelope flew through the air and landed in Yeo Ga-hwi’s hands.

    Yeo Ga-hwi opened it and was visibly shocked.

    Inside were ten crisp promissory notes, each worth ten thousand nyang.

    “…Surely not?”

    Yeo Ga-hwi looked at Yuwol, dumbfounded.

    “I will purchase it immediately for one hundred thousand nyang.”

    Yeo Ga-hwi had never expected this.

    With trembling hands, he carefully inspected the promissory notes.

    “…Hmm.”

    A faint groan escaped him.

    They were all authentic. Yeo Ga-hwi nodded toward Pungma.

    Pungma burst into hearty laughter and stood up.

    “Haha! What a bold fellow.”

    Since the item’s owner had been decided, he didn’t hesitate.

    Whoooosh—

    Violent winds howled from his fists.

    Pungma was about to strike down both Won Ryeong and Hyeol bong.

    Realizing the imminent danger, they drew on every ounce of their internal energy to defend themselves. But before they could react—

    Swoosh!

    A powerful force erupted from Pungma’s fists.

    Kwaaang!

    A thunderous explosion shook the sealed room.

    Won Ryeong and Hyeol bong instinctively exhaled a long breath.

    The explosion they heard should have been the last sound of their lives.

    But it wasn’t.

    Yuwol had blocked the attack with both arms outstretched.

    Despite the extraordinary feat, his voice remained calm.

    “They must not be killed.”

    “For what reason?”

    Pungma’s voice was a mix of irritation and amusement.

    Yuwol slowly lowered his arms.

    “Because the Seven-Year Pact has not yet ended.”

    The Seven-Year Pact.

    Five years ago, after an endless cycle of bloodshed, the righteous and the demonic factions had agreed to a seven-year truce. Two years remained.

    “If you kill them, this deal is off.”

    At Yuwol’s firm declaration, Pungma’s face contorted with rage.

    “You dare set conditions for me?”

    The wind howled even more violently as his anger surged. But then, he sneered.

    “Then I’ll set my own condition.”

    “What is it?”

    “I’ll spare them, but in exchange—I’ll kill you.”

    Yuwol smirked, his eyes cold.

    Pungma grinned.

    “I’ll kill you and then renegotiate with them.”

    He planned to kill Yuwol, pocket the hundred thousand nyang, and sell the register again.

    Yeo Ga-hwi hesitated, sensing the danger in the air.

    “Senior…”

    Before he could stop him, the doorman urgently grabbed his arm and shook his head.

    Yeo Ga-hwi simply wanted to close the deal. Holding one hundred thousand nyang in his hands made his heart race. His cut alone was twenty thousand nyang.

    But the situation was spiraling in the opposite direction.

    Yuwol’s next words, spoken in an icy tone, sealed their fate.

    “This is the martial world of Pungma? How pitiful.”

    Pungma’s eye twitched, his pride wounded.

    In the next instant, dozens of wind blades rained down on Yuwol.

    Slash!

    Blood spurted from Yuwol’s shoulder.

    Psh! Psh! Psh!

    As more blood droplets scattered, a flicker of surprise crossed Pungma’s face.

    His attacks had barely left shallow cuts.

    Yet Yuwol hadn’t even tried to dodge.

    For the first time, Pungma felt intrigued.

    With a flick of his fingers, Yuwol’s bamboo hat flew off, revealing his face—cold eyes beneath a deep, sword-scarred brow.

    The raging winds suddenly died down.

    Pungma turned to Won Ryeong and Hyeol bong.

    “Get out.”

    The two of them moved toward the stairs without hesitation. They had once been forcibly taken aboard the ferry crossing the underworld. Fortunately, due to a fight between the next passenger and the ferryman, they had been able to postpone their departure to the next boat.

    Standing behind Yuwol, they couldn’t see his face. And as they left, they never once glanced in his direction.

    A young demon who possessed the energy to stand against Pungma.

    Naturally, curiosity arose, but that was synonymous with being an extremely dangerous individual. There was no reason to board the boat they had just struggled to disembark from.

    Now, as if trapped in a hellish chamber where only survival mattered, four people remained. But this wasn’t a game where the last person standing was the victor. This was a game where those who remained to the end were bound to die.

    Pungma spoke in a low voice.

    “So it was you.”

    Who could forget, having once seen Yuwol’s deep scars and icy gaze? Pungma remembered him exactly.

    “The brat from the Black Wind Corps!”

    His demeanor shifted slightly. The murderous aura lessened.

    Had it been five years ago? That was the year Yuwol was appointed as the Grandmaster and the year Pungma retired.

    A few days before his retirement ceremony, Pungma had attended his final event within the sect—Yuwol’s appointment as the Black Wind Corps’ Grandmaster. Yuwol was already a well-known figure within the sect.

    The youngest Grandmaster in the history of the Black Wind Corps. Not position to position, but a direct promotion from squad leader to Grandmaster. The unprecedented decision had drawn the attention of all the demons.

    That day, Yuwol’s inaugural speech was remarkably brief.

    “If you can… don’t die.”

    As Yuwol stepped down from the podium, Pungma shook his head.

    Such childish bravado, he had thought. An act soaked in superficial theatrics.

    But the response from the Black Wind Corps was unexpected.

    “Waaaaah—!”

    Their cheers echoed through Grand Heaven Mountain. They had taken that single sentence to heart. Pungma understood demons better than anyone. And he knew how difficult it was to truly inspire warriors as proud as the Black Wind Corps. But that day, their cheers were genuine.

    Pungma, who had been silently watching Yuwol, finally spoke.

    “Why don’t you ask?”

    “Ask what?”

    “Why I’m doing this. Why I abandoned the place I dedicated my life to.”

    Yuwol replied coldly.

    “I’m not curious.”

    Pungma’s face stiffened. His pride was clearly wounded.

    “You insolent wretch! Mind your tone.”

    Yuwol’s voice remained ice-cold.

    “You have already been stripped of the right to be called a senior.”

    Veins bulged on Pungma’s forehead.

    This time, Yuwol asked,

    “And why don’t you ask?”

    “Ask what?”

    “How I intend to deal with a traitor like you.”

    “What?”

    At that moment, Yuwol smiled.

    His smile only ever meant two things. A small smirk in moments of genuine joy, and a smile when he had decided to kill.

    This was undoubtedly the latter.

    Pungma sighed lightly and shook his head.

    “I’ll let you live, so just go. Return and deliver this message—Pungma of the past is already dead.”

    Yuwol, instead of answering, reached behind his back and drew the Narak Blade.

    He slowly unwrapped the cloth wrapped around it.

    “If the Pungma of the past is dead… then the man before me is nothing.”

    Sensing the situation taking a dangerous turn, Ye Ga-hwi cautiously intervened.

    “Let’s all calm down for a moment…”

    Yuwol’s gaze turned chillingly sharp as he spoke to him.

    “To think you’d dare pull such a stunt, relying on a mere old man. Do you truly take our sect so lightly?”

    For Pungma, this was a provocation he could no longer tolerate. Dark energy exploded from his body.

    “I’ll kill you!”

    At the peak of his unleashed demonic energy—

    Yuwol, who had been facing Ye Ga-hwi, suddenly spun like a flash of light toward Pungma.

    Flash.

    What Pungma saw was a streak of blinding light.

    And the source of that light was the Narak Blade in Yuwol’s hand.

    Crack!

    Like a thunderbolt splitting the heavens, a chilling sound of something being carved apart echoed in the air.

    Pungma, wide-eyed, muttered blankly.

    “What was that… just now?”

    Yuwol gave no reply.

    Instead, it was Pungma himself who sank to the ground.

    Thud.

    Feeling the coldness of the floor against his back, Pungma finally realized—

    It wasn’t Yuwol who had sunk into the ground.

    It was he who had collapsed backward.

    “…Huh?”

    Pungma abruptly shot back to his feet, acting as if nothing had happened.

    At that moment, Ye Ga-hwi, watching him, let out a horrified scream.

    “Senior!”

    Pungma, looking puzzled, followed Ye Ga-hwi’s gaze—his finger was pointing at his chest.

    Lowering his eyes, Pungma finally saw it.

    His chest was soaked in blood.

    He unfastened his now-blood-drenched robe.

    Etched deep into his chest was a sword wound, shaped like a lightning strike.

    “The Thunderclap Strike of the Nine Calamities Demon Blade? That’s the Sect Leader’s technique… How do you know this…?”

    Before he could finish, a heavy groan escaped his lips.

    Pain, white-hot and numbing, surged from his chest.

    And then—

    With a sickening sound, blood erupted from the lightning-shaped wound like a waterfall.

    “Aaaargh!”

    But the one who screamed was not Pungma.

    It was Ye Ga-hwi, horrified by the frightening sight.

    Drip. Drip.

    The fountain of blood slowed to a trickle.

    Pungma, his face now deathly pale, spoke with great difficulty.

    “You… must know… why I betrayed the sect. If you knew… then…”

    For the first time, a flicker of uncertainty crossed Yuwol’s gaze.

    Pungma’s final words hinted at a hidden story he could not bring himself to reveal.

    Thud!

    Leaving behind an unfinished truth, Pungma fell backward.

    He would never rise again.

    The wind would never again howl through his clenched fists.

    Ye Ga-hwi’s heart pounded wildly.

    Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined someone could kill Pungma with a single strike.

    “Huh? Huh?” The man who always had something to say could now only mutter the same words over and over.

    Meanwhile, the gatekeeper standing beside him reacted differently.

    Without hesitation, his body leaped up the stairs toward the door on the second floor.

    Ye Ga-hwi, dazed, watched the white streak of light fly past and muttered weakly.

    “…Blade Control Technique.”

  • I Am the Only Tower Master Chapter 13

    I commuted to the academy.

    I dozed off for most of the morning monster theory class and only woke up when lunchtime came.

    “…Hey, Kim Yushin.”

    Han Yoonjung, who was walking beside me, frowned and started talking.

    “What’s up with you lately? You used to be so relentless, but now you’re straight-up snoring in class?”

    “…I was snoring?”

    “Yeah! Do you know how many times I had to wake you up?”

    I scratched my head.
    That’s kind of embarrassing. I’m not the type to snore, but it looks like the exhaustion from clearing the trial hit me all at once.

    “Sorry. I haven’t been getting much sleep lately.”

    “Hah, and why’s that? What have you been doing at night?”

    Instead of answering, I just gave a mysterious smile.

    Han Yoonjung flinched, fell silent for a moment, then glared at me with a look of utter disgust.

    “…Ugh, that’s gross, seriously.”

    “I haven’t even said anything yet.”

    “Shut up. Since you made me suffer all morning, you’re buying lunch.”

    We entered the student cafeteria, ordered our food, and found an empty seat.

    “What’d you get?”

    “Is there anything worth eating here besides the pork cutlet?”

    “True.”

    She nodded and tiredly patted her shoulders.

    I sat across from her and casually glanced around.

    The people who had been secretly watching me in the cafeteria quickly turned away in surprise.

    …What’s with them?

    Just then, Han Yoonjung let out a small sigh.

    “I can really feel how much your stock has risen lately. And thanks to that, I’ve been getting exhausted too.”

    “Something happen?”

    “Don’t even ask. Because of what happened in Mana Utilization class, people keep coming to me, asking about your secret, how you did it. I don’t even know why they keep asking me.”

    I get it. I totally get it.

    “And you? You’re not curious about the secret?”

    “Not really.”

    She replied bitterly.

    “Even if you told me, I wouldn’t be able to do it anyway.”

    Hmm.

    Han Yoonjung seems to have lost some confidence lately.

    She was the one who genuinely congratulated me the most on my improvement, but now that a close friend who had been struggling at the bottom alongside her had suddenly shot up due to a change in his innate ability, she must be feeling complicated.

    Before the mood could sink any further, I quickly changed the subject.

    “Anyway, there’s something I wanted to ask.”

    “What is it?”

    “Do you know a first-year student named Jin Bora?”

    Jin Bora. The first person who came to mind when I thought about potion-making.

    I once used my detection ability to check her status window.

    It had left a strong impression, so I still remembered it vividly.

    Her innate ability seemed like a perfect match for potion-making.

    Han Yoonjung thought for a moment before clapping her hands.

    “Oh! That first-year girl from the student council? Why? You interested?”

    “I just have some personal business with her.”

    “How boring.” Muttering that, she leaned back in her chair.

    “To be honest, I only know her name. We’ve exchanged greetings a few times in passing, but that’s about it.”

    “Well, that can’t be helped then.”

    “But she’s not very popular among the girls.”

    “…Why?”

    Han Yoonjung gave a sly smile.

    “It’s not something to gossip about here. You’ll have to find out for yourself.”


    After finishing lunch at the student cafeteria, Han Yoonjung and I went our separate ways for our afternoon classes.

    Since I had some time to spare, I was heading toward the library when—

    “Kim Yushin!”

    A loud, sharp voice called my name.

    I turned and saw a familiar face.

    That tall guy with his hair slicked back with mousse was unmistakable, even from a distance.

    “Oh, it’s the class rep.”

    “‘The class rep’? Do I look like your friend or something?”

    Aren’t we, though? We’re the same age.

    The guy acting all high and mighty was Go Shinwook, the second-year student representative.

    Everyone just called him “the class rep.”

    Behind him stood two of his lackeys.

    I, unfortunately, didn’t remember their names.

    “What do you want?”

    “…You’ve been acting cocky lately.”

    Go Shinwook spat on the ground and stepped closer.

    If anyone here is acting cocky, it’s him.

    Of course, there was a reason why Go Shinwook was so openly hostile.

    This academy was a bit… different.

    “I’m busy, so just get to the point.”

    “You applied for the early graduation exam, didn’t you?”

    “Yeah.”

    “You say that so damn casually. Who the hell do you think you are, applying for that exam?”

    Oh, so it’s about that.

    I figured this would come up eventually, but it happened sooner than I expected.

    “As far as I know, anyone can apply.”

    “Even so, that’s not the kind of test some nobody like you should be entering! You’re barely scraping by here—what makes you think you can pass?”

    The early graduation exam.

    As the name suggests, it allows students to skip the academy’s four-year curriculum and graduate immediately with a hunter certification.

    The test always involves one-on-one combat.

    Only five students pass each year.

    Because of that, even though it’s open to everyone, only those with a solid reputation and proven skill typically apply.

    With combat as the test format, an average student has virtually no chance of passing by luck.

    “To put it bluntly, what have you even accomplished in this school?”

    Go Shinwook clicked his tongue in irritation.

    “Because some useless second-year signed up, I’m getting heat from above! They’re saying I’m not keeping the students in check!”

    “You’re still getting bullied by the seniors, huh?”

    Go Shinwook flared up, ready to lunge at me, but his friends quickly held him back.
    “Let it go,” they whispered. “He’s gonna be out of here soon anyway.”

    At that, Go Shinwook barely managed to suppress his anger.

    …This feels like a scene straight out of some low-budget sitcom.

    Might as well cut to the chase.

    “I’m telling you nicely—withdraw your application. Someone like you doesn’t deserve to—”

    “Then why don’t you test me yourself?”

    “…What?”

    “See for yourself whether I qualify or not.”

    Go Shinwook’s eyes turned bloodshot.

    “You’re serious right now?”

    “Wouldn’t that be the cleanest way to settle this?”

    I pointed toward the gym building.

    “Let’s find out.”


    It’s true.

    This Hunter Academy is one of the strangest educational institutions in the world.

    For one, it was personally founded by the so-called “craziest man on Earth”—the president of the Korean Hunter Association.

    That alone made it sound like a disaster waiting to happen.

    To be fair, the original intent behind its creation was reasonable.

    Back in the early days of the Overlay phenomenon, before the concept of “hunters” was fully established, many young adults in their twenties, unable to get recruited by guilds, recklessly hunted monsters as freelancers.

    The resulting spike in young deaths became a societal issue, so the association president established this academy to manage and train rookie players.

    Here, students receive not only hunter training but also participate in dungeon expeditions as academy-assigned teams.

    It’s more of a “hunter guild with an educational program” than a typical school.

    So far, so good.

    The real issue lies in the academy’s… culture.

    Performance-based system.

    Here, “skill” is everything.

    The fact that the current student council president is a first-year should tell you enough.

    Privileges and dungeon expedition opportunities are distributed based on ability, and the disparity in treatment is painfully blatant.

    They even have an official “duel” system to clearly determine students’ skill rankings.

    Simply put, students can fight each other to steal privileges and ranks.

    It’s a system designed to encourage competition to the extreme.

    Naturally, this has led to countless problems and controversies.

    Journalists have tried to raise public outcry, accusing the academy of fostering a mercenary-like culture and psychologically harming weaker students.

    But every time, the association president just scoffed:

    “It’s my money, my school. Why are you complaining?”

    In this era where hunters equal military power, his authority was so absolute that no one could challenge him.

    And so, thanks to that lunatic’s stubbornness, this insane system remains intact.

    Over time, dueling has become a normal part of student life, and even guilds looking to recruit talent now pay close attention to duel records.

    And right now, Go Shinwook and I were in the gym, warming up for our duel.

    The academy’s vast grounds housed over ten sports facilities, all of which were suitable for dueling.

    “Don’t come crying later.”

    Go Shinwook smirked as he donned his mana suit.

    “How do you even fight with just a status-checking ability?”

    “He’s just nuts, that’s all.”

    His followers threw in their own remarks. Ignoring their nonsense, I examined Go Shin-wook’s status window.

    Name: Go Shin-wook
    Unique Ability: Rotational Acceleration
    Personal Traits: [Determination Lv.3] [Mobile Unit Lv.2] [Excessive Ambition Lv.2]
    Primary Stats: [Strength 48] [Magic 35] [Agility 29] [Endurance 25]
    Special Stats: [Intimidation 2] [Resistance 1]
    Total Stats: [140]

    ‘He’s got some skill.’

    As the second-year class representative in an academy where ones skill ruled, he was undoubtedly among the top students in his grade.

    That meant taking him down would effectively establish dominance over the second-years.

    “Hey, Kim Yushin.”

    Fully dressed up, Go Shinwook approached me.

    “For this duel, I’m betting not just my position as class rep but also all the privileges and sponsorships I receive. You should put something on the line too, don’t you think?”

    “Sure. What do you suggest?”

    His lips curled upward.

    “How about this—if you lose, you don’t show up to school tomorrow.”

    …This bastard.

    He must have found out about my recent unexcused absences.

    “Losing would basically mean expulsion, then.”

    Go Shinwook only grinned smugly without responding. Fine, if that’s what he wanted…

    “Let’s just go all in—I’ll bet my enrollment itself.”

    “Khaha! What’s gotten into you all of a sudden? You already done with life?”

    Just then, a staff member approached, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

    “So, you’ve both agreed?”

    “Yes.”

    “Yup.”

    Fights among students often escalated, so for a duel to be officially recognized, it had to take place under staff supervision.

    On the large screen mounted on the gym wall, our student ID photos and the durability of our mana suits were displayed.

    The rules were simple: the first to reduce their opponent’s suit durability to zero would be the winner.

    “Both of you, take your positions. Stop right there. You’ve heard the duel rules a hundred times, so no need for explanations. Starting now.”

    The staff member operated the signal device, and a loud buzzer rang out, marking the duel’s commencement.

    As soon as it began, Go Shinwook unleashed his barely-contained excitement.

    “Kahaha! There’s no backing out now! I’ll make you regret this, Kim Yushin!”

    He pulled out a disc-like weapon with a hollow center, hooked it onto his fingers, and started spinning it.

    Ziiiing!

    As the rotation accelerated, mana blades sprouted from the chakram’s edges. Even if his fingers stopped moving, the weapon now whirred fiercely on its own.

    I stood still, arms crossed, watching him.

    ‘Eia, you seeing this?’

    —Yes, Tower Lord. I’m observing.

    Eia’s calm voice resonated in my mind. Just hearing her reassured me—it felt like I wasn’t fighting alone.

    ‘First battle debut. Analyze the opponent for me.’

    —Understood. Player Go Shinwook’s unique ability is Rotational Acceleration. He utilizes a custom weapon woven from Mitora tendons, amplifying its rotation for long-range attacks.

    Hmm, a ranged attacker.

    —His combat style is a textbook Hunter type, including a recognized combat ability, a monster-derived weapon, and mana-enhanced techniques.

    ‘How should I counter him?’

    She went silent for a moment before responding.

    —Unclear.

    “Die!”

    Go Shinwook hurled two high-speed, rotating disc at me.

    I noted their trajectories and projected a mana shield in midair.

    Thunk! Thunk!

    The discs bounced off effortlessly, clattering to the ground. His once-confident face twisted into disbelief.

    —Estimated victory rate: 99%. Regardless of strategy, Tower Lord’s victory is inevitable. Thus, devising a countermeasure seems unnecessary.

    …Haha. So that’s how it is.

    “W-what the hell was that?!”

    Go Shinwook shrieked in frustration.

    “How the hell did you block that with just a detection ability?!”

    “It’s not an ability. It’s magic.”

    His face turned red, either from anger or embarrassment.

    “And about your technique…”

    I gestured toward the discs, now lying uselessly on the floor.

    “They look intimidating, but have you considered how they’ll fare against armor?”

    “…What?”

    “Sure, they’ll slice through weak monsters, but what about creatures with natural durability or those wearing heavy armor? You’ll struggle. You should focus your mana on reinforcing cutting power instead of just spinning them faster.”

    “You…”

    Enraged, Go Shinwook spread his arms wide.

    “Who the hell do you think you are to lecture me?!”

    Click! Click!

    Small circular blades latched onto each of his fingers, whirling violently.

    “Take—”

    Thud! Thud!

    Before he could finish, two of my mana arrows embedded themselves into his thighs. His face contorted in pain, and the spinning blades tumbled to the floor.

    “More than anything, your attacks are too slow. Who’s just going to stand there and let you spin those things?”

    “$#$$#&^#%!”

    Foaming at the mouth, Go Shinwook lost it.

    Well, I could understand why. He was a second-year class rep, while I was just the delinquent everyone expected to get expelled any day now. The humiliation must have been unbearable.

    “I’m going to crush your goddamn face!”

    He pulled out a mid-sized disc, giving it only a light spin before throwing it in quick succession.

    But sacrificing rotation for speed weakened its power, and my summoned shields deflected every attack with ease.

    One after another, the discs piled up on the floor.

    Go Shinwook was panting, exhausting himself with his relentless assault.

    ‘Second-years aren’t even a challenge anymore.’

    Not long ago, I had survived a nightmarish scenario.

    After dodging barrages of mana arrows aimed at my life, deflecting these slow, predictable projectiles was almost boring.

    I exaggerated a yawn. His face burned bright red in fury.

    “Kim Yushiiiin!”

    At last, he pulled out his trump card—a massive, shield-like disc, large enough to cover his entire body.

    He positioned it in front of himself and began to spin it furiously.

    “Shinwook! Behind you! Behind you!”

    Alarmed, his friends shouted warnings.

    Realizing his mistake, he turned his head.

    Too late.

    While he had been busy blocking his own vision, I had already slipped into his blind spot.

    Grinding his teeth, he flung the shield aside and lunged at me, mana swirling around his fists.

    “You think you can beat me in close combat?!”

    Thud!

    A mana arrow struck his ankle mid-charge. Losing his balance, he stumbled forward.

    Seizing the opening, I stepped in and raised my gauntlet-covered fist.

    “You talk too much.”

    His expression twisted in fear and shock as I swung.

    BAM!

    Blue sparks scattered as my punch caved in his face.

    His body flew back, crashing into the ground with a resounding thud.

    “Urgh…”

    “Shinwook!”

    His friends rushed over in panic. Meanwhile, Eia’s voice chimed in.

    —Warning: When using magic against non-monsters, finer power control is advised.

    …Yeah, I might’ve overdone it.

    Flexing my fingers, I turned to the staff member.

    He alternated his gaze between me and the unconscious Go Shinwook before checking the suit durability display.

    Kim Yu-shin: 1,000/1,000
    Go Shin-wook: 0/1,000

    “The match is over! The winner is second-year Kim Yushin!”

    An overwhelming victory.

    “…AAARGH!”

    Go Shinwook writhed on the ground, moaning in agony.

    As I slowly approached, his eyes widened in terror, and he scrambled backward.

    Crouching in front of him, I smiled.

    “Now, pay up.”


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