Ruler of the Game 97

Chapter 97 – Dalian

Seong-il, who was away for too long, forgot the details of the lecture schedule.
He thought as he checked the class time.

‘Huh? Is there a sparring class today?’

I had a lot of sleep in the morning, so I vacated the morning time and had classes in the afternoon. I confirmed that the first class after lunchtime was combat sparring, and I smiled and thought.

‘Khehehe… Finally…! The time for revenge has come!!’

A holy day that has suffered for a fairly long time. He felt that it was time to implement what he had prepared through hard work, effort, and talent for half a year in the game world, and he thought while preparing for revenge.

‘When you arrive… Immediately designate Go Yeong-tae and ask for a fight. Even if you lose, it doesn’t matter! If I lose, I can go back to the game world and prepare for my revenge!’

When the troubles were completed, Seong-il, who changed his clothes with a proud expression and prepared for class, ate the 3-minute dish he had picked earlier, satiated, and left for school.

Seong-il greeted lightly with some classmates he hadn’t seen in a while and waited patiently for class at the training ground wearing a uniform.

The person he had been waiting for appeared before his eyes.

“Hey~ Our Seongil~ Nice to meet you~”

“Oh~ Youngtae is here?”

“…?”

Ko Young-tae is taken aback by Seong-il’s attitude of greeting him with a confident look.

He frowned at Seong-il and replied.

“Did you eat something wrong?

Seong-il laughs at him and answers casually.

“What should I do? Even if I say hello to you, it’s fucking stupid. Bastard.”

“What? This bastard?”

Ko Young-tae is enraged at Seong-il’s sarcastic remarks. As he clenched his fists and seemed to rush at Seong-il at any moment, people around him stopped him.

“Hey! Are you crazy? If you use violence against someone with non-combat ability, you will be arrested..!”

“Yes. Don’t bother using your hands now. Do it legally after a while.”

‘You say bastards who stop you are more fucked than bastards who hit you. Those bastards will have to take care of it sooner or later.’

Seong-il is fed up with the bullshit of the Young-tae gang. Then he said to Young-tae.

“Hey. I think you’ve flirted with me a lot too, but let’s stick with me right away.”

“…Are you crazy?”

“Maybe? I’m going to have fun you. I’m looking forward to you. Look forward to it. Did you know?”

Seong-il provokes Go Young-tae with a triumphant expression. Seeing him like that, Youngtae and his colleagues felt something and started whispering.

“What is it…? Wasn’t that bastard at least a person with the [Emotion] Ability? What did he believe in doing that…?”

“Well. I must have turned around because I was beaten so badly.”

After saying that, Ko Young-tae turned to his seat with a hard expression on his face.

Ignoring them, Seongil looked around from the corner of the arena.

‘Oh… Why did Lee Ah-hyun and Choi Hyun-woo come to class…?’

Lee Ah-hyun and Choi Hyun-woo, the best prospects in the first year.

They are promising prospects who are famous for having two specialties, and they are famous for being in a different class from the rest of the students except each other. Due to the extreme difference, it was also famous that he free-passed the required Dalian class to protect other students.

Basically, both Choi Hyeon-woo, who can use telekinesis, and Lee Ah-hyun, who uses space distortion, both equipped with physical strengthening abilities as a base, were top-class prospects who were sure to compete in all guilds and government agencies upon graduation.

‘If it was like before, I would have bowed my head envying them from afar. Not now.’

Seong-il looks at the two with confidence. Perhaps feeling his gaze, Lee Ah-hyun looks at him.

‘Oops!’

Seong-il quickly takes her eyes off her. Seeing Seongil like that, Lee Ah-hyun frowned slightly, but soon corrected her expression and turned her attention away from Seong-il.

‘Lea Ah-hyun has good skills, but why is her face so pretty…’

Lee Ah-hyun’s appearance is as beautiful as any celebrity. And the perfectly trained body that makes her appearance shine has made many men fall in love with her.

‘Surprisingly, he has a pretty good personality…’

In fact, she was a person who received quite favorable reviews in terms of personality, to the extent that there was a saying that it was Lee Ah-hyun who warned condescending body-strengthening talents and prevented them from acting out.

‘Apart from that, Hyunwoo Choi is really…’

Unlike Lee Ah-hyun, who is perfect in many ways, Choi Hyun-woo talks a lot. He also had a fairly decent appearance and a decent personality, but he had a surprisingly bad reputation…

‘It’s obvious if you don’t look at it, I guess he came to class to tease me somehow after knowing that Lee Ah-hyun appeared in class by asking around.’

There is only one reason why Choi Hyun-woo’s reputation was not good despite his not-so-bad personality. Because he was a terrible playboy who boasted of messy women.

From good looks to overwhelming skills. When Choi Hyeon-woo, who had perfect conditions, showed a good personality, there was no end to women around him.

The problem is that Choi Hyeon-woo took advantage of their good feelings and messed around with women who wanted to be okay in the form of octopus feet.

‘Let’s hear that bastard, I heard there are more than 10 women he meets. Now that’s not enough, so they’re aiming for Lee Ah-hyun? They said that the baby added…’

In fact, if you look at recent actions, Seong-il was never behind Choi Hyeon-woo’s achievements (..), But Seong-il continued to curse Choi Hyeon-woo inwardly while casting Naero Nambul.

“Oh…! Everyone is gathered in advance today? What’s the matter?”

A gentle-looking middle-aged man appears after seeing the students gathered in the arena and talking to them.

‘The devil appeared.’

The so-called devil ‘Cho Woo-young’ Professor.
Contrary to his lithe and gentle manner of speaking and his always smiling appearance, he was notorious for mercilessly pushing students once he entered class.

‘At the beginning of the semester, there was a time when I was ignorant and lost my way in class, and then I almost got chased by that bastard… It’s been a while since I’ve seen that bastard.’

With that thought in mind, Seong-il started to listen to the class quietly.

“Now…! Nothing special today. Just a couple of sparring matches. Properly.”

‘Aren’t there a couple of guys who almost got caught up in the word Dalian bout? Maybe…’

Hearing the words, it seemed to mean to go back after a light fight, but the reality was different.

He was notorious for constantly shouting ‘again’, postponing the turn to the end of class, and incessantly ordering re-spars if the level of intense sparring he expected did not come out.

‘In a way, it must be true that I was humiliated by Go Yeong-tae because of that bastard.’

As Seong-il gritted his teeth and swallowed his anger, Go Young-tae approached him and whispered to him.

“Hey. I’m going to point you out. Are you ready? Bitch?”

“Huh?”

Ko Young-tae smiles triumphantly as he looks at himself. Seongil smiled silently at him.

“…Smile?”

“Why the fuck. You said I’d laugh at my mouth, damn you bastard.”

“…This bastard.”

“Stop brushing your nose and apply for sparring, you bastard.”

Ko Young-tae trembled at such a provocation by Seong-il and bit his teeth.

“…You brought it on yourself?”

“Huh.”

In the end, Ko Young-tae, who could not stand Seong-il’s provocation, raised his hand and asked Woo-young Jo for a match.

“Professor!”

“Oh… Youngtae-kun. Are you going to start sparring first?”

“Yes. I want to fight with Han Seong-il…”

Professor Cho Woo-young frowns at his words and urges him with an annoyed voice.

“Huh? It’s your second semester now, and you’re going to have a sparring with non-combatants? Shouldn’t you be thinking about designating and sparring with people with better combat skills than you? Right now Miss Lee Ah-hyun or Choi Hyeon-woo came, so I’m going to challenge them. How about this…?”

Ko Young-tae was speechless at his words. Seong-il intervenes between them and answers.

“Professor. This is what I asked for.”

“?”

Jo Woo-young makes a puzzled expression at Seong-il’s sudden words. Seeing him like that, Seongil shrugged his shoulders and continued.

“You don’t know if I’ll be dispatched to a dangerous field someday, right? That’s why I wanted to try sparring with a physical strengthening person, but at the same time, Youngtae next to me heard my concerns and said he would help with the sparring. That’s why he applied for sparring instead of me.”

“…Really?”

“Yes. Of course.”

At his explosive remarks, gossips spread throughout the hall.

“…Is he really crazy?”

“Go Yeong-tae, but isn’t he a 3rd-class body strengthener?

“You’re a funny bastard…”

All sorts of sarcastic remarks from behind him. Hearing their ridicule, Seong-il moves to the middle of the arena and improves his internal skills.

‘Today. Whether you lose or win, you see the end.’

Seong-il stands at the training ground and looks at Ko Young-tae with determination.

Seeing him like that, the past six months passed like a kaleidoscope in Seongil’s head.

The time when I almost died from being beaten by a minor master in the martial arts world I entered unknowingly, or when I was stabbed and died in the world of Pocket Girls and came back to life.

As he thought of those times, Seong-il began to think with a smile on his face.

‘There have been times where I’ve been stabbed and killed. It’s about this. If you get seriously injured, you can drink a potion.’

Perhaps thinking Seong-il laughing while thinking about the old days was a provocation against him, Go Young-tae frowned and began to take a sparring stance while staring at Seong-il.

“Okay. Looks like you’re both ready, so let’s start the match. As usual, when I count to five, the match begins. Any objections?”

“Doesn’t exist!”

When the two answered in a loud voice, the professor nodded and started counting.

“5.. 4.. 3… 2.. 1… Start sparring!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Ko Young-tae violently threw his body and charged Seong-il at breakneck speed.

Seong-il does not panic at such a rush, but calmly raises “Reaction” To maximize his senses, and then begins to grasp the opponent’s attack line.

Youngtae’s fists flying fiercely.
Seong-il opens his eyes straight and tries to evade the incoming punch by moving his head astutely.

Paang!!

And the sound of pagong (破空音) from Ko Young-tae’s punches resounding in the air.

‘Does this bastard really intend to kill me?’

Laughing bitterly at Yeong-tae’s murderous punching, Seong-il concentrates more deeply to evade his attack.

Fain! Paang!! Paang!!

There was nothing in the air, but the sound that was generated by Go Young-tae’s punches was so fierce that one wondered how such a sound could be made.

It took a long time for the sound of merciless fists to cut through the air.

Seong-il avoided the punch, and before he knew it, he stepped back about 3 to 4 meters.

Young-tae looks surprised at Seong-il’s appearance.

“This bastard… Why was she acting so mean today, did she use her abilities to learn how to evade like a rat?”

Seong-il silently clenched his fist without answering his words.

“Oh…! Do you want to try using your new fist? Yes, I’ll hit you. Give it a shot.”

Ko Young-tae, who had been attacked by Seong-il a few times through sparring, knew that his fists did not deal much damage to his body, which drew out his ability.

He shouted at Seong-il proudly, and then he released his guard and pressed his face against him and shouted.

“Hit it. Bitch. Hit it. I’ll give you one hit.”

“Oh really?”

“Okay. I’ll give you a chance to hit it. Hit it, son of a bitch.”

“Thank you!”

Seong-il, who smiled at his actions, drew out all his inner energy and focused on his fists.

‘Fuck, taste the 3-star skills I collected like a dog, you fucking bastard.’

When the preparations are over, Seong-il grinds his fists with all his might

Baek!!!!

Seong-Il’s merciless blow hit the center of Go Young-Tae’s face like that.

Then Seong-il’s fist penetrated Go Young-tae’s face and crushed his nose and mouth.

“Khehe…!”

It was like being hit in the head with a warhammer. The shock caused Ko Young-tae to fall as if he was flying backwards, his teeth scattering into the air.

“You bastard. You must be careless.”

When Go Yeong-tae stretched out on the floor and lost consciousness, Seong-il ran and crushed his upper body with his lower body, then mercilessly swung his two fists and began to beat his face.

Baek!! Baek!! Baek!!

Seong-il eventually loses his temper due to the accumulated grudge and beats him mercilessly.

“Stop!!”

Professor Cho Woo-young, who couldn’t see him like that, stops him.

However, when Seong-il, who had lost his temper, continued to beat him with all his might despite his dissuading him, Jo Woo-yeong rushed towards Seong-il and hit the back of Seong-il’s neck with his sword.

“Get some sleep.”

Pak!

When Professor Cho Woo-young’s sharp blow hit Seong-il’s neck, Seong-il fainted like a doll with a thread cut.