Chapter 292: Signboard Iljin Battle (3)
Cheongshin High School, 3rd year, class 3, 3rd period, World History class.
“This is how Ho Chi Minh remained a great revolutionary in Vietnam, even having the capital named after him…….”
“Hey, hey! Shit! Look at this video! It’s fucking awesome!”
“Damn, this bastard is wasting his money.”
“Ah~ I’m gonna be a 1 million subscriber YouTuber when I graduate~.”
Students who don’t listen to a single word of the class.
A teacher who just pretends not to see, whether the students are chattering or not.
Class 3 of the 3rd year, which had embraced most of the notorious troublemakers from class 3 of the 2nd year, was still a class of troublemakers this year.
“Then, let’s end the class.”
Break time after the 3rd period.
Except for a few people in the front seat who greeted him, everyone else ignored him.
There was no teacher’s authority in class 3, and there was no class time.
There were only 50 minutes of long break time and 10 minutes of short break time.
And there was a delinquent student who had been engrossed in a mobile game since before break time.
“Ah, shit. I missed all the kills because of this bastard Kim Gyu-seok.”
Ring, ring, ring.
A phone call came to him again.
“Oh, shit. This damn bastard.”
The delinquent student finally answered the phone.
“Hey, shit, what the…….”
He was engrossed in a mobile game during class, but he made an excuse that didn’t make sense.
[Shit, class or whatever! Bring all our guys to Haneul Village, Building 9, right now!]
“What the hell all of a sudden…….”
[Hurry up, shit……! #$^!@&*$*]
“W, What?”
[$&^@^$%*]
“Shit, stop freaking out and tell me properly.”
His indifferent face turned serious.
After talking on the phone for a few minutes like that.
Click.
He pressed the end call button.
“……..”
He had a serious face.
“Jun-ho, what’s going on?”
“Your expression is fucked up.”
“Who was on the phone? It sounded like Gyu-seok.”
“That bastard is hopeless. Skipping school from the first day of school. Wow~.”
His friends gathered around him and began to ask what was going on.
Jun-ho, as he was called, told them in one word.
“……I think Gyu-seok got beaten up fighting some crazy bastard.”
“What?”
“Really?”
The atmosphere became serious as well.
At that moment, one guy who didn’t understand the situation started chattering like before.
“Kim Gyu-seok got beaten up? Shit, that’s funny. That bastard can’t even fight, but he’s all talk―Cough?!”
The guy who suddenly got his neck grabbed.
“Gulp―Gulp―”
He couldn’t breathe properly and was in pain.
“Shit, do I look like I’m kidding right now?”
“Ugh…… Gulp…….”
“I said, do I look like I’m kidding right now?”
“So…… Sorry…… Cough?!”
Thud!
The guy was immediately punched in the stomach, fell to the floor, and drooled disgustingly.
“This bastard, I’m kicking you out of our Cheongshin High School Iljin club. If anyone covers for this bastard, you’re dead.”
“Uh, uh…….”
“Ah, alright, Jun-ho…….”
The students awkwardly nodded their heads.
“We’re going to Haneul Village, Building 9, right now.”
“R, Right now? We still have 4th period…….”
“What?”
“Ah, it’s nothing! I’ll call all the Iljin club kids from the other classes!”
“Hurry up. We don’t have time.”
Lee Jun-ho.
He was closer to Kim Gyu-seok than anyone else, and he even went to the police station for him in middle school.
At that time, he caused a stir at the police station, rioting, saying, ‘I came to save my colleague!’, and it made headlines for a while.
And even now, as a third year high school student.
“Gyu-seok, wait for me. I’m coming.”
He still hadn’t grown up.
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Right after the 3rd period ended.
Class 7, 3rd year.
“Well, have a good break. Everyone, study hard.”
“Yes! Goodbye!”
Unlike class 3, class 7 was very exemplary and polite.
All the trash was gathered in class 3, which was in the liberal arts track, and class 7, which was the first class in the science track, was full of students who were good at studying, students with gentle personalities, and students who, although not good at studying, had good social skills.
The atmosphere was better than that of a specialized high school because all the good students were gathered together.
The reason this was possible was because of Yoo Seol-ha in class 7.
This kind of separation, trash with trash, elite with elite, was not uncommon in South Korea in 2030.
And one person who benefited the most from this elite society.
Yoo Seol-ha.
She was closely watching a man in front of her…….
“……What concept is it this time?”
“I am observing the movements in the hallway.”
“Why?”
“To take another look at the true face of this trashy school. I am concentrating. Don’t mind me.”
“……..”
The man was Kyung-joon (Teemo).
━Class 3! Where are you guys going as a group?
━We’re going to the PC room.
━Hey! Everyone run!
━W, What……! Get back here right now!
Whee, thud. Whee, thud.
Kyung-joon (Teemo) was watching one by one as the students, who were huddled together in the hallway, disappeared down the stairs.
At the same time, he sent a mana frequency that Yoo Seol-ha in reality could neither hear nor see to Kyung-joon.
He sent the information about the enemies Kyung-joon would soon be fighting, such as their number and characteristics, as well as their location, through a status window.
And then.
“Ouch…….”
Yoo Seol-ha suddenly flinched and closed her eyes.
“……?”
Kyung-joon (Teemo) was completely surprised.
Thinking it was a coincidence, he sent the status window he had sent earlier to Kyung-joon once again.
And then.
“Oh, shit…… What is it again…….”
She reacted again, closing her eyes.
It was very faint, but.
Yoo Seol-ha definitely reacted to mana!
And even with her real body, which shouldn’t be able to feel mana at all!
“……What?”
Yoo Seol-ha frowned and leaned back slightly.
Kyung-joon (Teemo), completely surprised, had approached Yoo Seol-ha at some point.
Kyung-joon (Teemo) instantly ran various simulations and checked all possible cases and situations.
“Yoo Seol-ha, you…….”
He was about to ask a question that hit the nail on the head.
Beep!
[Unauthorized solo action!]
In the end, he had no choice but to be blocked by the inherent algorithm.
‘It would be better to tell Master first and then act.’
Teemo swallowed his words and, to smooth over the awkward situation, brought up something completely different.
“You…… Your impression is quite unique. I don’t say this to just anyone. By any chance…….”
“By any chance what?”
“Yes.”
“……..”
This time, Yoo Seol-ha thought that Kyung-joon (Teemo) had changed his concept to a cult preacher.
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“Gasp…… Gasp……!”
Tap, tap, tap!
How many hours had he been walking, resting, running, and repeating?
Kim Gyu-seok was able to escape to the 2nd basement floor of Haneul Village, Building 9.
The place was full of black engine oil stains, cigarette butts, and old Korean cars that didn’t look so good.
A poor neighborhood.
That’s why the 2nd basement floor of Haneul Village, which had become a den for gangsters to smoke and drink, was in this state.
The security had been neglected for a long time, so it was in this shape.
“Aren’t there any stronger guys?”
That’s what Kyung-joon thought.
Thump, thump.
The vehicle passage leading from the 1st basement floor to the 2nd basement floor.
“Crazy bastard…….”
Kim Gyu-seok looked up at Kyung-joon coming down and swore.
But his expression was different from before.
He still looked scared, but something was different.
“Haha…… Ha…….”
He was smiling with his trembling lips.
As if he had something hidden.
“Shit, you’re dead now…… You crazy bastard…….”
As soon as Kim Gyu-seok said that.
Swoosh.
“Gyu-seok, is that the bastard?”
“He looks like a fucking loser?”
“No matter how bad Gyu-seok is at fighting compared to Jun-ho, he’s not the kind of guy to lose to a bastard like that.”
Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud.
Students in Cheongshin High School uniforms began to come out one by one from behind the cars.
A total of 25 people.
Some were spitting, “pew!”, and others were taking out cigarettes, lighting them, and puffing away. They were truly hopeless gangsters.
The student who looked like the leader came forward.
“Gyu-seok, that cheek. Did that bastard do that?”
“Yeah! That son of a #$^#!@@!!”
Kim Gyu-seok snorted like a wild boar, venting all the frustration and anger he had suffered from Kyung-joon.
Swoosh.
Lee Jun-ho, who saw that, silently took off his shirt.
Rip!
And then he roughly ripped off his shirt underneath.
“Wow, shit…… So cool…….”
“Look at the tattoo on his back. Fucking awesome…….”
“That’s the tattoo of the Samcheonhoe, a member of the Seoul Southern Iljin Association, which encompasses Gangnam, Songpa, and Gangdong……!”
“I have no regrets even if I die now.”
The gangsters were making a fuss as if they had seen a celebrity.
‘I knew it roughly, but unlike the science track where Yoo Seol-ha is, the liberal arts track is a complete shithole. No matter how much society is a place where all sorts of people live together…….’
Kyung-joon was dumbfounded to see the childish gangster play that seemed to belong only in webtoons.
Anyway.
Thanks to the bait he had set, 25 pieces of prey had come to him on their own.
At that moment.
Ding!
<These are their great achievements estimated based on Cheongshin High School’s student management system, police records, their texts, SNS, and posts on the Internet.>
<Kim Seung-rae…… Habitual assault, group bullying.>
<Kim Gyu-seok…… Forcing classmates into prostitution, soliciting prostitution and extorting money.>
<Lee In-ho…… Accomplice with Kim Gyu-seok.>
<Han Mu-seong…… Accomplice with Kim Gyu-seok.>
<Lee Jun-ho…… Accomplice with Kim Gyu-seok.>
<Ahn Jong-seong…… Sexual harassment of classmates, theft.>
<Oh Jin-tae…… Motorcycle theft and drunk driving without a license.>
<Jo Young-guk…… Habitual fraud in the used goods market.>
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<You can beat them up without worry.>
<^오^>
Briim.
Circulating mana fiercely within his body.
Crack.
Kyung-joon immediately took a fighting stance.
Lee Jun-ho, who saw that, glared fiercely.
And his friend Kim Gyu-seok, who was next to him, started to blabber like crazy.
“You bastard, you’re dead now……! Do you know who this guy is, shit?! He’s the best fighter in our school and a member of the Samcheonhoe! The Samcheonhoe, which only the best fighters in southern Seoul can join……! I’ve watched Jun-ho fight countless times, and a loser like you……!”
That’s when it happened.
Thud!
“Ugh―?!”
Thump!
Kim Gyu-seok was hit with the last punch on the cheek where Kyung-joon had slapped him and collapsed.
He foamed at the mouth and couldn’t get up.
Everyone froze for a moment at the sudden turn of events.
Then Kyung-joon looked up at Lee Jun-ho, the so-called best fighter from the Samcheonhoe or whatever.
“Are you the stronger one?”
“This bastard……!!”
“Everyone, get him!!”
“Let’s finish him off!!”
Thus began a brawl between 25 Cheongshin High School Iljin trash and Kyung-joon.
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2nd basement floor of Haneul Village, Building 9.
The floor, which had been covered with black engine oil stains, cigarette butts, and empty bottles…….
“Ugh…….”
“Moan…….”
“Mom…….”
It was now littered with the vomit, blood, and tears of the fallen gangsters.
“You son of a bitch……!!”
Woosh!
The fist of Lee Jun-ho, the last one standing!
Kyung-joon dodged it, blocked it, deflected it, blocked it, dodged it, blocked it, and then.
Bam!
He deliberately headbutted him, just to get his neck moving.
“Ugh…….”
Lee Jun-ho’s head spun.
Thump!
He collapsed onto a car.
Beep, beep, beep, beep!
The sound of car alarms filled the basement, which had been filled only with groans.
<Master, I have detected a rapid increase in synchronization rate.>
<Reality ↔ World Comparison>
▶Kyung-joon (World): 1
▶Kyung-joon (Reality): 0.224473 → 0.275259
▶Remaining lifespan: 52 days 9 hours 46 minutes → 59 days 7 hours 37 minutes
“Oh.”
Indeed, the guy from the Samcheonhoe or whatever was different from the others in terms of spirit.
The synchronization rate had increased so much.
<It’s still slow, but it’s showing an exponential, transcendental function-like increase.>
<I think it would be good to continue increasing the quantity and quality of your sweeps.>
Kyung-joon nodded his head in satisfaction at the pleasing status window.
As he was doing so.
“Ugh…….”
Lee Jun-ho, who had collapsed against a car, groaned.
“Who…… Who the hell are you…… Could it be…… Are you from the Shincheonhoe in the north……?”
Kyung-joon didn’t answer.
Instead, he went closer and.
Slap!
“Ugh……!”
He slapped the guy on the cheek.
And then he said.
“Are there any stronger guys?”
Kyung-joon was still hungry for experience points.
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