Chapter 98
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 98
Chapter Title: That Day, the Student Council President's World Collapsed
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That day, the Student Council President's world came crashing down.
'Serena?'
Her position wasn't visible. Did they take her out?
With the threat of instant elimination gone, we all charged toward Sarika without a second thought.
"Sarika!"
Sarika pressed a hand to her blood-soaked abdomen and gave a faint smile.
I should've watched her more closely...
"You okay?"
"Can I take a nap? I'm so tired..."
"Don't pull that line in a situation like this!"
When someone bleeding from their side says crap like that, it's straight-up terrifying!
"I'm fine. I'm tough. I'll sleep it off and wake up good as new."
"Like hell you are! Get up! Don't fall asleep!"
Even Saiyans die if you punch holes in them!
"Sanghyeok sunbae! I got bandages and potions from Donero!"
"Hand 'em over."
I used the rebel warrior's unique skill Emergency Treatment to staunch Sarika's bleeding.
"Thank you."
"Can you move?"
"Yes. Much better."
Meanwhile, the situation on Hilaria's side had shifted.
She'd managed to shove nearly half the Imperial forces off the cliff by herself, but now she was being pushed toward the edge by another rising star—Cybele—and her undead legion.
Hilla was holding firm like a sturdy ship against a wave of bones, but even she was reaching her limit.
"Now's our chance! Anyone who can move, follow me. Ignore the girls and head into the temple!"
Seizing the opening, Dihirit led about ten people inside the temple!
That bastard!
'Someone needs to chase Dihirit.'
Hena started raising undead from the scattered bones on the ground, recycling them to help the beleaguered Hilaria.
"I'm a witch, so I can make good undead. I'll stay and help!"
Is this the same Hena who said she couldn't do it without me?
She's so tough and cute!
"You're the best, Hena. You know that, right?"
"...Ehet..."
Sarika drew her sword despite her injury.
"I'll stay too. Better than charging in like this."
"Good. You stay too, Isold. I'll take Dihirit."
Isold jumped in surprise and shook her head.
"You'll be in danger alone, Sanghyeok sunbae."
"I can't leave just injured Sarika and mage Hena behind. I'm fine."
Sarika was originally part of Isold's squad.
It was only natural for Isold to stay with her.
I tightly gripped Isold's worried hand.
"Don't make that face. Say you trust me and know I'll do great."
"......"
Isold squeezed my hand back.
"I believe you'll bring back the crown for the True Queen, Sanghyeok sunbae!"
I chuckled.
"I'll carry out the order."
Lololol Solly was primed for early rebel wipeout but turned it around like this
True Queen and D-Sanghyeok what is this
Shit, is the real protagonist of this world actually D-Sanghyeok?
"But Solly doesn't have a weapon?"
"Ah. That's... you guys will handle it, right?"
Are we suckers?
We all saw you flirting with your boyfriend!!
You said it was only us before
"Aang~ Of course Solly only has you guys~! Why don't you understand my heart?"
Looks like donation time. Should I help out a bit?
I kiss Solly, who's playing the "only you guys" card to butter them up.
Mwah.
Solly strikes a perfect streaming pose. No surprise, no dodge.
She gives me kiss after kiss, mwah mwah, lovey-dovey for all to see, murmuring with dazed eyes.
"Mmm... mmwah... Pingsol has... only you guys... I absolutely... didn't give all my heart... to Sanghyeok sunbae..."
This slutty bitch is our Solly!
Kraaaah!! Don't lovey-dovey kiss our Solly
Fuck
Streamer's been stolen
"Mwah... lick lick... You get Solly's heart, right?"
Boom boom boom!
Oh. Donations exploded.
"Ah~~ Thanks for the 350 coin donation from OneDayBecomeSollysPanties~ As expected! I knew you guys understood Solly's love!"
Clap!
They pull a weapon for Solly, and we high-five.
"Come back safe, Sanghyeok sunbae!"
I immediately chased after Dihirit into the temple.
The Etsol Academy indoor training ground, where the exchange match was underway.
It was packed to the brim with corporate reps, guild officials, academy staff, and medical teams—an unprecedented crowd.
"Injured over there! Hurry with the stretcher!"
Seridwen Evelyn oversaw the historic 1st and 2nd year Exchange Match.
Far more casualties than usual poured in, but the academy's response was swift.
The scale was bigger, but injuries during exchange matches were routine.
The risk of injury or death was everyday for Hunters.
For master hunters like Seridwen, letting them show off in a dungeon without variables was like adjusting difficulty to tofu-soft levels.
Dungeons normally imposed Unreasonable Rules.
This level of attrition was expected.
But 1st and 2nd years included raw talents just awakening or not yet bloomed—underdeveloped students.
Usually, there was a protective vibe, but today it was straight swordplay, no holds barred.
The closer to real combat, the more dramatic the moments.
Scouts monitored for once-in-a-lifetime rising stars.
Holographic projections showed the fierce Imperial vs. Rebel clash in the Giant's Plate section.
Students who escaped with Return Feathers went to the infirmary; those still fighting under tension got everyone's eyes on them—prime chance to boost their value!
"Ooh!"
"Who's that student?"
"Twin sisters are giving them hell."
"Weren't Kannika and Sanvika A-rank? Solid talent value, yet surprising."
For example,
A total no-name D-rank pulls off unexpected heroics!
'...As expected. He's grown like a completely different person.'
Seridwen smiled warmly as she watched.
My future husband is doing great♡
"Is Etsol Academy's D-rank on another level?"
"Sudden talent awakenings happen, but rare case."
Everyone buzzed over this dark horse not even on candidate lists.
Even without awakening till now, D-ranks had endless chances to climb.
How'd someone with that skill stay buried? All wondered.
Then.
The Student Council President—silver-haired, busty powerhouse—strode in with overwhelming presence.
All eyes locked on her instantly.
Vice President Evangelin slipped in beside her.
"President. You're here?"
"Evangelin. Injury status?"
"15 injured, ah, make that 16 now. Three serious, rest minor. List here."
"...Harder than 3rd years?"
"You know Teacher Seridwen's a spartan."
Isabella skimmed the list.
The VP giggled at her.
"Handsome Kim Sanghyeok-kun's still shining."
"What? I was just checking student injuries."
"Looked like you were peeking for someone."
"Quiet."
"Yes~."
'...Kim Sanghyeok. You're in the exchange match.'
Even realizing she cared about him was a small shock to Isabella.
Did it show that much to Evangelin?
'He's really changed...'
Somehow, she was tracking his moves.
A mere D-rank guy surviving without running, grinding it out...
Honestly, it hit right in the Student Council President's sweet spot.
"Isabella. You made it?"
"Yes, Teacher. Just finished cleaning up villains."
"Forbidden zone kids?"
"Yes."
"Tough."
Cryptic talk between those in the know.
Isabella watched the screens quietly.
"It's the senior's role."
"Enjoy it while it lasts. Wanna watch together?"
"Yes."
Forgetting her bloodied morning,
Isabella looked at Sanghyeok. Perfect timing—the sides were flipping, Dihirit breaking out on flank,
Rebel main—Kim Sanghyeok—trapped in mid, fortunes diverging.
"Ooh!"
Exclamations everywhere.
"Those girls are so devoted!"
"Setting up an isolation chance like that!"
"Something's up with that D-rank."
The academy boards, front and back, blazed with live exchange match streams.
Sanghyeok's surprise feats? Fine.
But his girls? Not top prospects, but solid C+ to B+ top students.
Those elites facing even better elites—the Kannika Sanvika sisters—
Throwing bodies, blasting magic nonstop to set up 1v1 chances for
Yearly eval bottom, grade bottom, academy ranks basement-crawler
D-rank Kim Sanghyeok?
In this grade-strict world that scorns lows, a rare sight.
'His teammates know.'
Isabella thought.
'Onahole Man Kim Sanghyeok's potential.'
Was it conference conclusion: Backing Kim Sanghyeok is most rational?
If 1-2 years discussed and moved like that, commendable.
To Isabella, it looked like pure instinct.
Like pouring all into a godlike ally on-site.
Kannika vs. Kim Sanghyeok 1v1!
He even used his pistol, spraying bullets,
But couldn't stop Nika's breakthrough fueled by Bounce talent.
The real shock came next...
"Huh, that?"
"That's..."
Sharp S-rank scouts clocked it instantly.
Sanghyeok's counter to Kannika's strike evoked someone.
Isabella's eyes widened.
'White Devil's martial arts...'
Mask of Evil—unique style she crafted to become a nightmare villain even villains fear.
Isabella felt wordless emotion.
'My stance, my moves. He watched that closely?'
Unknowingly clenching fists, cheering him on.
"Personality Excretion Womb Punch!!"
That emotion shattered in under 3 seconds.
'......'
The match was monitored.
His outrageous shout amplified academy staff murmurs.
Even Chairman Wilhelm muttered awkwardly.
"No intent to hide it..."
Indeed.