Chapter 11
Chapter 11
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: Kim Taeyang!! You're Under Emergency Arrest Caught Red-Handed!!! No Right to a Lawyer or Silence, You Pig Bastard!!!!
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‘Dungeon History Overview’ was honestly a blast.
It had only been surface-level stuff in the game, so soaking up all this new knowledge was a real treat.
I even gave the professor some praise to cheer her on.
The words came out a bit weird, but I’m sure my sincerity got through.
I mean, aside from calling her old, there wasn’t anything really bad about it, right?
A few more classes later, it was lunchtime.
The spread was hotel buffet quality, but...
For some reason, the cafeteria snacks were calling my name.
Was this another Gold Taeyang trait kicking in?
Unfair!!
“Uhyo~ Snagging some drool-worthy cafeteria grub☆”
And so, I knocked back lunch on a bench with Seol Harin.
She seemed unfamiliar with snack foods, hesitating to dig in.
“Meong!”
Oh, right—Pomi was with us too.
Lunch together, plus a little walk.
“Here, Pomi. Lunchtime! Today’s your fave K-food flavor!! Bulgogi kimbap!!!”
“Meongmeong♡”
As I went to feed Pomi the kimbap, Seol Harin freaked out and yelled.
“W-wait! What do you think you’re doing feeding Pomi junk like that?!”
“Hah-? Calling the pinnacle of K-food—bulgogi fused with kimbap—junk?! You, daughter of a people-backed entrepreneur, planning to insult the Republic of Korea?! Huh?!!!”
“T-that’s not what I—!”
“Pomi’s a Constellation, not a dog—she digests anything just fine!! You’d never know, being so indifferent to your own star!”
“Woofwoofwoof! Grrrrrr...!!”
“Tch...”
Under fire from me and Pomi, Seol Harin finally clammed up.
“Hey. Gonna walk Pomi, so wait here.”
“...Got it.”
I scarfed down five rolls of kimbap in a flash and stood from the bench.
Time to cool my head and mull over future plans.
‘My goal: steal as many Constellations as possible.’
Kang Ju-hyuk’s would be prime, but barring one of those three, the rest would take time for proper NTR.
Of course, there was the extreme route.
Just let him hook up with the heroines.
The Constellations would bail on their own then.
But no guarantee they’d come to me, and once the protagonist’s drowning in skirts, he’s useless as an ally.
Not a great plan.
‘So I’ll steal them outright...!’
This was righteous NTR.
Benevolent NTR for everyone’s happiness!
Anyway.
Right now, the pressing issue was the event looming ahead.
Cloé Maiden.
That pervert was due to make her move.
Weird that it’d been this quiet so far.
‘That event’ would hit by end of day.
She’d probably try punishing me or tossing me in an underground cell.
But I’d prepped the perfect counter.
Couldn’t wait to see Cloé crumble helplessly.
“Hah? Time flew by already?”
“Meong?”
“Walking with you made it vanish, Pomi?! You’re so lovable I can’t survive without our strolls?!! From now on, walks with me only!!! Ignore any other guys!!!“
“Meongmeong…♡”
Pomi rubbed her face against me all cute-like.
One last good pet, then off she went.
Pomi would head home on her own and wait.
Next up: basic swordsmanship.
Finally, real combat training.
I’d only fought in the game, so this was hyped.
Back at the bench with Seol Harin, her face was beet red.
“Why’d it take you so damn long...?”
“Hah? Not even late, what nonsense?!”
Seol Harin grabbed my arm and crossed her legs.
Hot, ragged breaths.
She whispered, barely audible.
“I... I had to pee so bad... thought I’d die...!”
“Hah? Then go!!”
“Told you I had to report even that to you...!”
“...?”
Even bathroom breaks?!!!
Total latent masochist!!!!
“Kukukuku. Better slave than I thought. Permission granted. Go empty that bladder~”
“You scum...!”
Seol Harin bolted for the bathroom.
I waited, then we headed to the gym together.
“Hey, feel refreshed?”
“D-don’t pry like that...!”
“Hah? Checking a slave’s health is master’s duty?”
“Shut it...! Someone’ll hear!”
The sword instructor was already waiting in the gym.
“Pleased to meet you. I’m Shin Hye-won, handling ‘Basic Swordsmanship Overview.’”
Shin Hye-won.
Sword prof and vice headmistress here.
Cool beauty with a strict, scary rep—but super popular.
Wannabe hero for the girls.
Unexpected first crush for the boys...
‘Cause she’s gorgeous.
Handsome and pretty rule supreme.
“Need a student assistant. Lucky—this class has a sword prodigy. Seol Harin, front and center.”
“...Yes.”
Seol Harin stepped up like she’d been waiting.
Dignified aura, nothing like her bathroom begging.
“Explaining basics now. No repeats—eyes open, burn it in.”
Shin Hye-won’s demo kicked off with Seol Harin assisting.
Her moves radiated top-tier swordmaster vibe.
But eyes were glued to Seol Harin.
Perfect form, not yielding an inch to the prof.
Seol Harin might’ve reached mastery already.
Still.
Gazes on her were kinda sleazy.
“Thick-skinned bitch~”
“I’d have quit from shame ages ago.”
“Slave acting all high and mighty. Kekeke.”
Whispers extra loud.
Our class was loaded with delinquents.
Lambs around me, but they’d trash others or pull crap when they could.
This bullying was over the top, though?
Mostly my doing, sure, but still.
Seol Harin’s face twisted a bit hearing it.
My prime slave shouldn’t get hurt by petty bullshit.
Stress kills gains!
After class, pull the thugs aside for some education.
—Or so I thought.
Why... am I grabbing a classmate’s collar???
“Hey, you!!! What’d you just say?!!!”
“Eeurk! W-what the...?!”
“Daring to badmouth my bitch to my face?! You confident?!! Huh?!!!”
“N-no! Not confident...!”
“Lame-ass punk!! Pull that shit again and you’re dead!!! Got it?!!!!”
“Got it! Sorry! Sorry!!”
Pure impulse throttle.
Thought I had some control, but nope.
Zero tolerance for messing with my girl?
Peak Gold Taeyang trait...
Reckless like this is trouble.
“Kim Taeyang. You never fail to exceed expectations.”
A chilling voice stabbed my scalp.
Whole body prickled.
Whoooosh...
Shin Hye-won’s killing intent.
“Disrupting my class is unforgivable.”
“Hah?”
“Hm... Taking this much?”
Fwaaaaa─────!!
Shin Hye-won unleashed even fiercer intent.
The other kids...
“Kuuk!”
“Hiiik-!”
Scattered in panic.
But me.
Kim Taeyang.
Never backs down in a stare-down.
“Kukukuku.”
“...?”
Shin Hye-won looked thrown.
Never figured a thug like me could tank it.
“Impressive. Got guts.”
“Natural, right? I’m a car stone, ya know?”
“Tempted to test your limit.”
“?”
Huuu-!
Sudden deep breaths from Shin Hye-won.
Dead serious vibe.
Other students sensed it, backed way off.
Right after.
Fwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa───────────!!!!!
A torrent of mana exploded from her.
No ordinary mana.
This world’s ‘sword aura.’
Beyond intimidation—invisible blades that could slice foes for real.
Transparent edges filled the gym, raking everywhere.
Krunch!!
Clang-!!
Wall gouges, glass shattering.
Like a tornado ripping through—gear demolishing.
“Hiiiik!”
“D-danger!!”
Invisible threats breed max terror.
Kids huddled in corners.
And I didn’t budge.
Glass shards embedding? Whatever.
Not one step.
That’s Kim Taeyang.
“H-how’s that guy holding?!“
“Tanking that insane pressure?!!!”
“Mental’s gotta be steel!!”
“Kuuk! Can’t even breathe...!!”
Aah—
This level...?
Wanna die...
Too terrifying—wanna die!!!!!
Save meeeeeee!!!!!!!
“You’ll wreck the gym at this rate.”
Whoooosh...
Shin Hye-won’s sword aura finally ebbed.
Quiet returned; I could breathe.
Almost shat myself...
“I’ll be watching you, Kim Taeyang.”
“Hah? Top student already? Kukuku.”
“You’re a ‘problem child.’ No lip—back to your seat.”
Swallowed a ‘Hey hey!’ and sat.
Good self-control at crunch time.
Any more and it’d spiral.
“Practice basics now. I’ll go around correcting.”
Class went smoother than expected after.
Shin Hye-won glared daggers now and then, but that was it.
“Master basics perfectly by next time. Sloppy ones: duck-walk laps on the field. Dismissed.”
“Thank you!”
Smooth wrap, glares aside.
The twist hit post-class.
Most headed to lockers to change.
I trailed—then a pack surrounded me.
Dyed hair, piercings galore.
Dragon tats peeking from sloppy uniforms.
The rowdiest crew from class.
“Kim Taeyang...!”
“Hah? What’s with you lot?”
Thug turf war incoming?
Lynch the strong me, claim the throne?!
Was spooked—unneeded.
“...Mind sharing how you withstood the vice head’s killing intent?”
“Thought you’d piss yourself scared! But you tanked casual! So damn satisfying!!”
“Vice head bitch! Thinks Guidance oversight means she can look down on thugs like us! Wanna get strong like you, shove it back!!”
“Yeah! You’re our hope!!”
“...?”
What’re you scary kids on about??
“Hah? What’s ‘our’ mean?!”
“You know! Awkward to say... ‘thugs’?”
“Not thugs—manly wild stallions, untamed!”
“Y-yeah! That’s it. We ain’t like those nerds!”
Figured as much?!
Unwitting thug king now...?!!
But I ain’t one?
—My look screams it, though...
All low-quality punks, no exceptions.
Few with Constellations, and trash-tier ones.
Pondering these scary trash heaps when.
‘That’ went down.
BOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!
“...?!“
Door blasted off, tumbling across the floor.
Someone demolished the gym door.
“W-what the hell?!”
-Braaaaaap.
Weird horn blast, then topless male students filed in.
Shock: crawling on all fours.
Slap!! Slap!!!!
“Keeek!!”
Whips lashing bald half-nudes.
Worse off than cart horses.
Atop the palanquin they pulled: the whip-wielder.
“C-Cloé Maiden?!!”
“Guidance president...!!!”
Guidance Committee President Cloé Maiden.
Blond twintails—pervert sadist.
Smack!!!
“Faster, you trash fucks!!!!”
“S-sorrryyy!!”
Smack smack SMAAAAACK!!!!
Relentless lashes.
She grinned ear-to-ear, reveling in the violence.
“HALT!!!!“
Palanquin screeched to a stop right before me.
Slaves scrambled off, kowtowing.
Over-the-top, like ferrying an emperor.
Cloé descended gracefully, planting herself before me.
“Responding to the report!!”
“Hah? Report?”
A slave handed her a tiny notebook.
Ark school rules.
Her eyes gleamed with uncontainable glee.
“Article 2, Section 1! Ark students must wear issued uniforms to class! Violators: 1,000 lashes!!!”
School that whips 1,000 times for no uniform.
“As Guidance president, I have the duty and right to reform wayward students!!”
School where Guidance beatings are legit ‘punishment.’
“Kim Taeyang!!! You’re under emergency arrest, caught red-handed!!! Immediate on-site punishment!!! No right to a lawyer or silence, you pig bastard!!!!!!“
School with zero human rights.
Where all this is normal.
That’s Ark.
Crunch!
“Kyaaaaak...!!”
Cloé’s heel ground into a slave boy’s back.
She shoved her whip-tip into my gut.
“Told you I’d see you again, didn’t I, Taeyang~?”
The mad Guidance queen.
Cloé Maiden’s true face.