Chapter 112
Chapter 112
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 112
Chapter Title: The Blink
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“You bastard… how?”
“This is normal.”
“What’s normal about it? Are you too dense to grasp what I’m asking?”
Gu Sukjeong’s bronze muscles twitched as he glared with sharply narrowed eyes.
“How did you move faster than me, even if just for a split second?”
“That’s what I’m saying—this is normal.”
“Does that even make sense?!”
Gu Sukjeong, his patience at its limit, bellowed.
His long black hair whipped wildly from the sudden surge of mana.
Paired with his murderous glare, he looked more ferocious than any monster.
“…….”
The murmurs around them fell silent in an instant.
Every student was overwhelmed by Gu Sukjeong.
Baek Do-jin, however, looked utterly bored.
“Is that idiot a moron?”
Baek Do-jin turned to No Jun-yeop, his expression dead serious.
“He can’t understand a damn word, can he?”
“Yeah… worse than a dog.”
No Jun-yeop snapped back to his senses and nodded.
It was an answer that pissed off both Baek Do-jin and Gu Sukjeong.
“Why do you always compare me to a dog? I helped you out, and this is the thanks I get…!”
“Worse than this little punk?”
“Who’re you calling little! Raaah!!”
Conversation is the product of intellect.
In that sense, Baek Do-jin, No Jun-yeop, and Gu Sukjeong were incapable of having a proper one.
The chemical reaction between these natural enemies was the absolute worst.
Kwaaaaaang!!
Thanks to Baek Do-jin buying time, [Radiant Blast] was complete.
It shot forth like a streaking star.
Gu Sukjeong, its massive glowing target, freaked out and kicked off the ground.
Thud!
A Crusher wields their own body as a weapon to smash the enemy.
Speed was crucial since they needed to close in to unleash their power.
That’s why he filled his second and third skill slots with charges.
“Fast…!”
Gu Sukjeong calculated and timed his skills’ cooldowns perfectly, chaining multiple charges seamlessly for constant acceleration.
To a third party, it looked like he was blinking in and out of existence, popping up in completely random spots.
Kwaaaaaang!!
But he wasn’t fast enough to shake off Radiant Blast.
Radiant Blast.
The skill that made No Jun-yeop dream of becoming an Archery Saint.
A charging mana skill with heavy drawbacks, but its power was guaranteed.
“Urk…!”
Gu Sukjeong swallowed a scream as Radiant Blast’s explosion engulfed him.
Had half his body vanished?
The shock hit him so hard it felt that way.
Sensation in his lower body was gone.
At least he’d closed the distance to Baek Do-jin—that was a silver lining.
“Hup!”
Gu Sukjeong exhaled roughly through his nose.
Only after lunging to grab Baek Do-jin’s red hair did he finally catch his breath.
‘Got him!’
A grin spread across Gu Sukjeong’s face.
Taking a critical hit from Radiant Blast?
A minor issue.
Smashing the punk who’d interfered with impossible speed and eliminating the variable was top priority.
‘Wounds heal with potions anyway.’
Meanwhile, No Jun-yeop was drained from using a charging skill.
Mana couldn’t be restored with potions, so the trade-off wasn’t bad…
“…!?”
Gu Sukjeong’s face hardened as he smirked smugly.
The red hair he’d almost seized had vanished.
‘Again!’
So it wasn’t luck—he really was faster.
Gu Sukjeong whipped his head around in panic, searching for Baek Do-jin.
But his vision, battered by Radiant Blast, was clouded red with fatigue.
He couldn’t spot any trace and floundered in confusion.
“Slow.”
Chills raced up Gu Sukjeong’s neck.
Baek Do-jin’s voice came from right behind him.
It felt like he’d been pierced through.
As if Baek Do-jin had ignored the laws of physics, phased right through him, and emerged on the other side.
Kwajijik!!
Gu Sukjeong crumpled, his back sliced by the magic-engineered greatsword, half out of his mind.
“What the hell…! What even is that speed?!”
Ever since awakening his First Skill and becoming a Crusher.
Gu Sukjeong’s life had been a straight highway, full throttle, no brakes.
With support from his grandfather—an elder of Guardian Guild—and the association, his path felt insanely easy.
But right now.
“No way… Blink? You just Blinked against me?”
Gu Sukjeong felt blocked by a massive wall for the first time in ages.
Comparable to when he first met Jeong Ru-han, son of the vice master, living that envy-free life.
No—even deeper despair.
What was Blink?
Theoretically, the ultimate movement skill.
In practice, it was seen as uncontrollable for humans.
No player who’d ever awakened it had risen to greatness—they all met tragic ends.
A skill that teleports you to any point within ‘sight.’
Sounds simple, but it was anything but.
Human visual input was far vaster than people imagined.
Light, color, depth, distance, shape, etc.
Humans perceive objects relative to references.
Optical illusions abound under certain conditions.
Distinguishing the ‘real’ target and shifting your body there precisely—every time—was no easy feat.
Take just moments ago.
If Baek Do-jin’s vision had caught even a part of Gu Sukjeong’s body while Blinking behind him?
He wouldn’t have appeared behind Gu Sukjeong—he’d have materialized inside him.
Gu Sukjeong’s body would explode into chunks, and Baek Do-jin might not survive the pressure, dying horrifically.
That’s why it was chilling.
“You crazy bastard…! You Blinked right through me?!”
This was straight-up attempted murder.
One tiny mistake from Baek Do-jin, and it would’ve been a gruesome death—worse than most crimes.
Gulp.
Gu Sukjeong’s crew, grasping the situation, felt chills too. They swallowed dryly, staring at Baek Do-jin in disbelief.
‘It’s not courage. He’s just insane.’
‘No wonder they call him Mad Dog.’
Gu Sukjeong couldn’t calm down.
He jabbed a finger at Baek Do-jin, screaming at the top of his lungs.
“If you’re gonna die, die alone! Bury yourself in the ground or a wall like the other Blink users, you psycho fuck!”
It was curse-like vitriol.
His crew paled.
Realizing now that Blink was a walking bomb.
To them, Baek Do-jin wasn’t some pathetic underachiever anymore—he was terrifying.
No point provoking him.
“Hey, ease up. What if he snaps?”
Even No Jun-yeop tried to calm Gu Sukjeong.
But he’d already lost his reason.
“A guy who’s already snapped snapping again would actually be normal, right? He needs to hear it! Living like that, he’ll just be a menace to everyone!”
“Damn, bullshit’s in season this year. Anyone overhearing would think you’re not a walking nuisance yourself.”
Baek Do-jin scoffed.
The burden of using Blink?
Of course he felt it intensely.
He was just hiding it—his limbs had been trembling nonstop. Without tensing every muscle, he’d collapse.
But the sense of accomplishment outweighed the fear.
From the day he first met Kang Jae-hyeok to now—every single day.
How fiercely had he trained, dreaming of unleashing Blink in real combat?
First Skill.
A player’s foundation!
While others wielded theirs casually, Baek Do-jin had finally used his in battle for the first time.
Emotion welled up, tears pricking his eyes.
He didn’t want some yapping asshole ruining the moment.
“My power threatens lives and causes trouble? Don’t spout nonsense. That’s why I train every day—to make sure it doesn’t.”
“An underachiever talking about effort? If you’d actually put in work, would you have stayed dead last all year? Huh?! You’ve shown jack shit since enrollment till second year—don’t you dare lecture me about eff—Guhk!”
Gu Sukjeong’s vision floated away as he glared murderously.
Baek Do-jin’s greatsword had snuck up from below, smashing his jaw.
Teeth rained out.
“You, you dog—Blink again?!”
“Hey, Baek Do-jin. Calm down.”
Even No Jun-yeop and the Archery Club members were restraining him.
Triple Blink in a row.
Anyone could see Baek Do-jin was spent.
Sweat poured as he gasped, on the verge of collapse.
Spamming Blink in that state?
Disaster waiting to happen.
“Fine, let go.”
Baek Do-jin shook off No Jun-yeop’s hand and glared at Gu Sukjeong.
“For the past year, I kept up with training without my First Skill’s help. You, who’ve relied on more skills than anyone, should know what that means best.”
“…….”
“Remember this, Gu Sukjeong. Touch my teammates or the Archery Club again, and I’ll Blink this greatsword straight into your skull.”
His flashing red eyes felt especially menacing, like a wounded beast.
Someone who’d risen after massive failure and pain.
Baek Do-jin was no longer just some underachiever.
He had every right to chill Gu Sukjeong—to the core, a second-year A-Class student.
“…Fuck!”
Blink’s impact was too much.
Regaining his senses, Gu Sukjeong felt real fear toward Baek Do-jin.
He couldn’t meet his eyes, stumbling back.
He hadn’t completely abandoned his pride, though.
“Next time, I’ll target you from the start.”
“Hmph, anytime.”
“Damn it! Let’s go.”
Gu Sukjeong’s gang slunk away obediently.
Only after they vanished did the Archery Club members creep up to the collapsing Baek Do-jin.
“If you don’t want a greatsword in your skull, don’t mess with the Ar-cher-y Club.”
“What bullshit. When did I say that?”
“Close enough. Wow, Baek Do-jin acting like acting captain means he gets how precious the Archery Club is now. All grown up.”
“So you’re saying I wasn’t before?! Raaah!!”
Even with Gu Sukjeong gone.
The Archery Club erupted.
They had to sweat fending off Baek Do-jin, who was barking and biting like a dog.
Cha Da-hee, Park Hae-rin, and the others arrived soon after, piecing it together and smiling in relief.
That night.
“So then Hae-rin…”
-I’ve heard that one five times already.
“And there, Baek Do-jin…”
-That one seven times, you tiresome bastard! You drunk or what!?
The Lion Statue suffered all night from Jae-hyeok endlessly bragging about his team.