Goldensun Rewrites Baseball History
“………Hoo.”
Do Dojin stepped up to the plate.
As the leadoff hitter, he carried the heavy responsibility of getting on base to kick off Munhyeok High's offense.
'Aim for the fastball.'
Dojin narrowed his approach.
But Ryu Taekjin's fastball was no joke.
Thwack--!!
“Strike…!!”
“…Kuh.”
Dojin's bat whiffed through empty air.
The 165 km/h fastball slammed into the mitt.
The overwhelming speed and command nearly broke his spirit. Dojin's mind went blank.
'…This is a whole different level. Guts alone won't cut it.'
Dojin admitted that with his contact skills, hitting this pitch squarely for solid contact was a stretch.
Not impossible, but the odds were slim.
'There has to be a way. Think, find a way to get on base…!'
Dojin racked his brain desperately.
That's when it happened.
Pat pat pat-
“Huh, rain stopping…?”
“It's down to a drizzle now?”
The heavy downpour began to ease.
Some fans in the stands started folding umbrellas or shedding raincoats.
Whoa, the sky-shattering rain is almost stopping…! Sunlight peeks through the clouds!
I thought it was supposed to rain till dawn, but this unexpected weather shift! We'll have to see how it affects the game!
“Even the heavens are on my side.”
Ryu Taekjin looked up and grinned.
As an elite closer, he wasn't fazed much by rain, but he hated being soaked, so he welcomed the break.
Ryu Taekjin fired his second pitch.
But Dojin, facing it, was looking elsewhere.
'…Wait, that's it.'
With the rain stopping, sunlight pierced the thick clouds, creating stark shadows across the field.
Dojin spotted it: a patch of grass near third base pooled with water.
His mind cleared. He knew exactly what to do.
Thud-!
“……!?”
“Safety bunt?”
A safety bunt rolling toward third.
Hancheong High players scoffed at Dojin sprinting to first after the surprise bunt.
“Sudden bunt? Guess he lacked confidence…!”
Third baseman Choi Hyuksu charged confidently, calculating the bounce for a barehanded grab and throw.
But then—
Splash-!
“What?!”
The sound of water spraying everywhere.
The ball plunged into the puddle, its speed dying instantly.
Choi Hyuksu stumbled, delayed by two beats in fielding. His throw was too late.
“Safe, safe……!!”
“………!!”
Hancheong High froze in shock.
Seeing Do Dojin pump his fist toward the Munhyeok High dugout, they realized: this was deliberate.
Surprise bunt…!! Choi Hyuksu charges, but whoa!? The ball slows dramatically! Late throw to first!
Safe, safe!! Safety bunt gets the leadoff man on for Munhyeok High! The game's not over…!
Look closely—Do Dojin's eyes darted right before the pitch? Totally intentional play!
Incredible instincts…!! Takes innate observation and execution to pull off a bold move like that!
“Woooaaah………!!”
The spark of hope reignited.
Cheers erupted from the Munhyeok High fans still in their seats.
The unexpected leadoff hit.
Ryu Taekjin looked thoroughly displeased.
“Ugh, hate it, hate it. Lucky bastards are the worst.”
He believed true baseball was pure speed and power clashes. Dojin's exploitation of weather and field conditions irked him.
Manager Cha Kanghun felt the same.
He protested vehemently to the umpire, demanding field maintenance.
Ground crew entering with squeegees! With rain stopped, they're clearing water from the grass.
That play leaves the defense helpless—Hancheong High making sure no repeat abuse…!!
The crew drained the water swiftly—the stadium's drainage was top-notch. Play resumed quickly.
“Play ball…!”
Game resumes! Up now: #3 hitter Takahina Ryuji! The guy who turned this into a mudfight?
Right—he tied it with a two-run bomb off Ryu Hanul! Can he get on against the brother too…!!
Thwack--!!
“Strike……!!”
The 166 km/h fastball drilled the zone.
Ryuji clicked his tongue.
“…Damn, this ball's got no manners.”
He'd gone yard off younger brother Ryu Hanul, but Taekjin felt a notch or two above.
Crack!
Pop-up to infield…!! Shortstop Han Gyeol snags it! One out, runner holds…!!
Next: Cleanup Seok Un-gang! Power hitter with the second-most homers behind Geum Seong-muk!
Rumble rumble-
Seok Un-gang exuded massive presence.
His usual calm, half-lidded gaze held a fierce intensity.
'I'm pissed—at myself for not helping my teammates…!'
Self-loathing fueled his rage amid the tough game. Failing in key moments tormented him.
That fury activated his S-grade skill, Demon Monk. Un-gang crushed Ryu Taekjin's outside fastball.
Crack-!
He hits it…!! Drops in front of right field for a single!!
Runner Do Dojin to second… holds! One out, runners at corners! Walk-off territory for Munhyeok High!!
“Uwaaaah!!”
“Seok Un-gang! Seok Un-gang! Seok Un-gang……!!”
Munhyeok High's energy surged again.
“Ji Suyong! Ji Suyong! Ji Suyong……!!”
“Uratcha……!!”
Ji Suyong hyped up amid the cheers, striding confidently to the plate without a hint of nerves.
“Beat it, small fry.”
Thwack--!!
“Strike…!”
Thwack--!!
“Strike two…!!”
“Kuhaha…!”
Two quick strikes.
Suyong's bat couldn't keep up.
The battery had his number—no long at-bat planned.
Thump--!!
“Strike three……!!”
“Kugh….”
Suyong whiffed on the falling 151 km/h splitter. But Munhyeok High fans' heat showed no signs of cooling.
Fate arrives…!! Bottom 11th, two out, runners at corners. One big swing flips the game—Geum Seong-muk at the plate…!!
Munhyeok High stands boiling like lava! Clutch homer king in big spots!
Impenetrable shield Ryu Taekjin vs. shield-piercing spear Geum Seong-muk! Final showdown begins…!!
“Geum Seong-muk! Geum Seong-muk! Geum Seong-muk……!!”
The on-site and online hype was electric.
Catcher Kwon Seokjun climbed the mound, sensing a need to break Munhyeok High's momentum.
“What, no need to come up.”
“…Taekjin, be careful. Geum Seong-muk's dangerous.”
Walk-off bombs off elite aces might be luck, but it could be his clutch instincts shining in big moments.
Kwon Seokjun warned him. But Ryu Taekjin just burned hotter.
“Got it. I'll win anyway.”
“……Fine.”
Kwon Seokjun still felt uneasy but headed down without fuss.
“Hoo.”
Geum Seong-muk tugged on his batting gloves and stepped in, recalling his post-Daegwallyeong High chat with Machowon.
"So what's the secret to beating Hancheong High?"
"More like cracking Ryu Taekjin specifically."
"Oh?"
Ironclad closer Ryu Taekjin— I knew one way myself, but more intel's always better.
"They say he's never allowed a high school homer, but that's BS."
"What? When then?"
"Two years back, national team camp scrimmage. No good opponents abroad, so they played an African squad."
"Africa?"
"Some hitter named Baku? Or whatever—went yard off him. Two of 'em."
"…!!"
News to me.
Proves it: info from inside vs. monitoring outside is worlds apart.
"Asked the guy after: how'd you homer so easy off Ryu Taekjin?"
Prep for future foes, being Seoul rivals. I couldn't hold back.
"What'd he say?"
"Hmm, he said…"
'Fastball's thwack! Cutter's swipe-crack!' Easy homers, he claimed.'
“…Fuckin' nonsense.”
Seong-muk grimaced stepping in.
Hyped as a counter, but useless. Teammates agreed—no feel for it.
“Hoo.”
Seong-muk steadied his breath.
All-in on this at-bat.
Solar Divine Vein Overflow.
A technique from Seo Hyukjun.
'Use it, and you'll tap that first awakening surge again.'
Post-Hancheong High, breaking meridians unlocked Solar Divine Vein—four stat tiers boosted.
Temporary rampage, not normal. Heavy backlash.
Cooldown unknown, but no Solar Divine Vein for a while.
Seong-muk scanned around.
Teammates gripping fists, entrusting it all. Munhyeok High students cheering desperately. Do Doyeon, Olivia, Noah watching intently from stands.
No hesitation.
Just pour everything out for them.
Squeeze-
Seong-muk pressed hard below navel—sixth acupoint after five on back with Un-gang's help.
Extreme strain on user's body imminent!
Cease immediately!
Alarms blared to stop.
Seong-muk pressed harder.
Forced reactivation!
Select 4 stats to enhance:
Whoosh!
His lower body erupted with monstrous power—like he'd deny ever falling.
Bigger than three-tier strong erection. Call it full erection.
Power: A → A+
Power: A+ → S
Contact: B+ → A
Contact: A → A+
Weapons ready.
Temporarily, Seong-muk matched nationwide homer king Park Taeje's hitting prowess.
Proof incoming.
Crack-!!
“………!!”
First-pitch rip from Seong-muk.
Ryu Taekjin's fastball sent a massive fly to left.
Geum Seong-muk…!! It's deep! Deep! Homer or foul…!!
Foul, foul! Stadium-shaking foul homer! Ryu Taekjin's face drained of color!
“Kyaaah, so close…!!”
Noah bounced in frustration, sighs rippling through the stands. Hancheong High exhaled in relief.
Ryu Taekjin rode the wildest rollercoaster.
“Ha, haha…!! Nearly died…!”
Perfect counter on first pitch?
He'd heard myths of erect Goldensun packing extra power, but this was another level.
Thump--!!
“Ball…!”
Splitter dives low.
Seong-muk didn't flinch.
The duel intensified.
Thwack--!!
“Ball…!!”
Crack!
“Foul…!!”
Fastballs, cutters, splitters, sliders.
Ryu Taekjin unleashed everything.
Seong-muk fouled or took them all. Now pitch 10.
In this breathless battle, Ryu Taekjin was thrilled like never before.
'First real threat—Geum Seong-muk…!'
Adrenaline surged. Ecstatic flush lit his face.
Seong-muk clocked it.
'There it is.'
Canon Ryu Taekjin: tier-1 closer. Tough crack, but exploitable.
When tensed by a big bat, that excited look meant one thing: his fave pitch to fave spot.
'…Inside low cutter.'
Seong-muk breathed steady.
S-grade cutter stat. Bat-breaker even if you know. But Seong-muk smirked.
'Got it now, Machowon.'
Fastball: thwack!
Cutter: swipe-crack!
Sounded dumb at first, but 10 pitches in, it clicked. Matched perfectly.
“Time to end this game.”
'This pitch seals it.'
Both thought the same.
Ryu Taekjin kicked hard.
Cutter fired from his hand.
Whoosh!
Deep inside fastball slicing razor-sharp near plate.
Battery expected whiff.
'Huh…?'
But Seong-muk's bat tracked it perfectly—like he knew all along.
Pitch type, location, timing: calculated.
Elite pitchers always hit foe's desire spots—zero doubt.
'Thanks, Ryu Taekjin. For being elite.'
Craaaack--!!
“………!!”
Stadium-shaking explosion.
Casters speechless.
Everyone rose, tracking the ball. But one knew.
Seong-muk tossed his bat skyward, trotted casually.
No need to run.
Thud-!
Massive homer smacks left wall top.
Seong-muk roared instantly.
“Uwoooooh…!!!”
Game-flipping walk-off three-run.
Casters went berserk.
What is this…!? Reverse three-run!! Geum Seong-muk flips the game!!
Upset of the century!! Munhyeok High to Sejong Tournament…!! Hancheong High falls—Munhyeok advances nationwide!
First-year expansion team reaches Sejong—historic!! Incredible, Munhyeok High…!!
“Uwaaaah…!!”
“…Insane, insane!!”
“This real? Not a dream…!?”
Munhyeok fans: jumping mad or bawling.
Seong-muk's three girls mostly tears. Heat spread online too.
Seong-muk rounded bases slowly.
Passing third, he eyed home plate.
“Oh…?”
A massive light pillar beamed through parted clouds onto home—like heaven celebrating his homer.
Teammates waited from dugout, water bottles ready the moment he touched home.
“…Jeez.”
Seong-muk chuckled.
One step, two—he touched home.
Chaos poured down.
Gush--!!
Splat splat!!
“Sejong bound, Sejong…!! Fuuuuck…!!”
“Kuhuuung, hyungniiiim……!!”
“Truly epic homer, comrade Geum Seong-muk…!!”
Water deluge topped by teammates' brutal hits. Seong-muk bolted to avoid death by pummeling.
“Get him…!!”
“Hyung, you need more…!!”
Chased relentlessly, Seong-muk laughed brighter than ever.
Final: 5-4
Munhyeok High to Sejong Tournament.
Korean baseball world erupted.