Chapter 131
Chapter 131
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 131
Chapter Title: Gym
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⚔️ Live Chat — Anonymous ⚔️ WTF, what the hell? — Anonymous ⚔️ LOL insane, what is this really? — Anonymous ⚔️ Ga-eul's totally a gangster boss lady? — System *Ching!* — Ariel Land Donates 10,000 won! — Anonymous I know this one—Ga-eul's the baby girl of the gangster family. — Anonymous ⚔️ Stop watching anime, you moron. ⚔️ LOL this is hilarious. "Don't pull this kind of crap. It's embarrassing as hell."
Manwook's underlings were lined up all the way to Mega Punch, who was sweating bullets.
I walked slowly through their midst, naturally arriving right in front of Mega Punch.
"What punch? Why'd you call me here?"
"Uh, well..."
"What, you little punk? Speak properly."
I ignored the guy fumbling for words and glanced around. Tall buildings loomed everywhere.
Unlike the well-paved road, there wasn't a soul in sight.
It looked like an area in the final stages of development, with apartments popping up in clusters.
"You called me, so spit it out."
"..."
— Anonymous ⚔️ LOL 😂😂😂 ⚔️ How's he supposed to even speak lol ⚔️ He'd need nine lives to try talking once The traffic lights on the road weren't even lit.
No way there were CCTV cameras here.
"Did you glue your mouth shut? I came all this way—say something."
"......"
— Anonymous ⚔️ Mega Punch fighting! Never open your mouth! ⚔️ Don't cave no matter what! ⚔️ 😂😂😂😂😂 ⚔️ Shit, if he talks he's really dead ⚔️ Boss I'll go change my panties As time dragged on, Mega Punch's face grew paler by the second.
"Why won't this guy talk?"
— Anonymous ⚔️ Lol look behind I snuck a peek at my phone, and chats urging me to look back were flooding in.
"Behind me? It's just your guys."
I turned around—nothing but Manwook's crew standing there.
— Anonymous ⚔️ 😂😂😂😂😂😂 ⚔️ Damn they look scary af I turned back, and Mega Punch was glancing over his shoulder.
Now I saw it—a tripod set up way off in the distance.
"You're filming?"
"A-are you Han Ga-eul? I h-heard you've been acting tough lately."
"What'd you say?"
Realizing he was on camera made him feel safe enough to finally run his mouth.
"If you're j-jealous, go cry to your daddy."
His speech sounded just like a whiny kid.
Mega Punch, fidgeting anxiously, finally made up his mind and rummaged in his pocket, handing me a crumpled sheet of paper.
"What's this?"
I unfolded the wrinkled paper. It said "Waiver."
"Injuries from sparring... What bullshit is this? Isn't this invalid?"
Manwook, who'd been listening behind me, stepped up, took the paper, and beckoned someone from the back.
"Yes, boss."
A sharp-looking guy approached at Manwook's call.
Manwook's whole crew looked like wild beasts, but this one seemed from another world.
"Jin-ah, check this and explain it to sis."
"Yes, boss."
The guy's eyes behind his glasses flew over the text, then he turned to me.
"Boss... er, sis. This kind of out-of-court settlement has basically no legal weight. Especially for assault charges—those are under criminal jurisdiction, not personal judgment, so it's even more meaningless."
"Really?"
"Yes. Though it might factor into sentencing a bit."
His huge glasses glinted as he rattled off his explanation. I couldn't fathom why a guy like this was here.
"What's your name?"
"Heo Jin, sis."
"Why are you in this den of beasts?"
"People think light shines over darkness, but darkness looms above light. You can rise even higher than them."
"Stop with the anime."
"Yes, ma'am."
Heo Jin flashed an awkward grin and scurried back with quick steps.
"I'll sign it."
Click.
Manwook next to me uncapped an expensive-looking fountain pen and handed it over, smirking as if reading my incredulous look.
"Us types gotta stay smart these days to survive."
"Screw that."
I pressed the pen to the paper—scritch—the nib split open.
"Sis, it's a fountain pen—no need to grip so hard."
"Like this?"
"Tilt it more."
"Ugh."
Trying to write my name, the paper shredded with a crunch.
I heard grumbling, then laughter.
"Why use something so annoying?"
"It's got romance."
"Whatever."
I scrawled my name messily and shoved the paper at Mega Punch, who took it gingerly.
"So, wanna go a round?"
"O-one-on-one. If you can't handle it, send one from behind."
He was big and muscular—probably worked out steadily.
Viewers said his main content was gathering guys like him for spars, so he must be confident in a fair fight.
"Manwook?"
"Yes, sis."
At my call, Manwook beckoned to the back again.
"Eek!!"
"What, you punk? What?!"
Looked like I'd picked on the wrong guy—someone sensitive.
The day was already too short, and now every weirdo was crawling out of the woodwork.
"Filming! I'm filming!"
"So what? Show me to the gym. We're not doing this outside."
Manwook shot me a helpless look, so I shook my head.
"Hurry up, I'm busy."
Mega Punch bolted like he'd seen a ghost.
The gym he led me to was stark and rundown—no remodels.
An empty, unsold building used as a hideout.
But the equipment looked pricey—decent investment there.
"Ooh, first time in a gym like this."
— Anonymous ⚔️ Smash that thing ⚔️Sandbags are heavier than noobs think—hit wrong and your wrist snaps "Sandbag?"
Up close, it was massive.
I poked the sandbag lightly. Manwook approached and shoved it with his fist.
"Sis, this one's stuffed with sawdust and sand, not cloth. Mid-to-high level—hit wrong and you're hurt."
"You work out too?"
"Of course."
Makes sense—no one's built like that without training, unless they're Hercules' kid.
As I eyed Manwook's frame, he puffed out his chest.
"Sis, let me show you."
"Yeah, go for it."
Manwook shed his suit jacket, undid one shirt button, and stood before the bag.
"Punches rely most on legs and core."
Like gym bros hyped up in their element, he seemed thrilled.
"Boxing's simpler than you think. Jab for check and distance... Straight!"
—Pang!
A satisfying smack echoed crisply.
No hand wraps—he just hammered away, unconcerned about skinned knuckles.
—Pang! Paang!
"Whew! Feels good after so long."
"Whoa, cool."
"Heh."
Blushing at the praise, he scratched his head.
"Lemme try."
"Want me to correct your form?"
"I'm better at kicks."
"Uh, sis—kicks transfer full body weight, hard to control. More dangerous than punches on a bag."
"Nah, I'm good. Hold Baeksul for me."
I snatched Baeksul rolling around on my head and passed her to Manwook, who took her carefully.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
I rolled my legs lightly, stepping in rhythm.
Fill the body with that beat.
Pivot foot.
Spin.
As I twisted, I loaded my weight onto my toes.
⚡ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚡ Heavy Strike imbues the blow [Whirling Kick]
The sandbag blurred before my eyes, overlapping with the wooden dummy I'd thrashed before.
—Kwaaaaang!!
The bag exploded sideways like it'd taken a cannon shell to the ribs.
Sawdust and sand blanketed the gym interior.
Everything went hazy.
"Oops. Misjudged the power."
Manwook's crew and Mega Punch gaped, mouths wide.
They'd swallow sand like that.
— Anonymous ⚔️ ????? ⚔️What? CG? ⚔️Lmao Bollywood? ⚔️Mind blown lol "Manwook, I did good, right?"
"...Yes."
"Wanna learn how?"
"No..."
The coarse sand settled quickly.
Meanwhile, Mega Punch just stared blankly at me.
"Why you hogging it? Gimme gloves too."
"O-okay."
At my words, he snapped to and tossed me a pair from the wall.
"B-bosses. Han Ga-eul's here at the gym. She's a girl, so I'll go easy. After, I'll school those gangsters back there too. Don't worry."
He forced a grin in front of the tripod, streaming away.
"Nah, that was an old used bag—worn out. Makes sense it burst. No way. I'll win easy. You promised a million won for real?"
As Mega Punch rambled solo, I slipped on the gloves. Manwook approached.
"Sis, let me wrap the laces."
Dexterous hands—he tied them up quick and neat.
For a junkie, he'd been annoyingly straight-laced, and now cute laces too.
"Thanks."
Stepping into the ring, I spotted bloodstains on the mat late.
Lots of rolling around here, huh.
Mega Punch entered opposite me, smirking.
Guy had some confidence now.
"I'll go easy, don't worry. And watch those gangsters back there. Pull anything funny, my viewers report to the cops."
"Ugh, so pathetic. My boys are just breathing—quit your bitching, asshole."
"No idea how much you paid to scrape up these neighborhood thugs, but time for your lesson."
Convinced the phone on the tripod would protect him, he kept yapping.
Two big mistakes on his part.
First, that phone wouldn't save him.
Second...
⚔ STATUS ⚔ [Martial Arts] [Entry Level 2nd Stage] ◈ Comprehensive Combat ◈ Basic Fist & Leg Techniques ◈ Basic Footwork ◈ Basic Lightness Skill ◈ Basic Qi Circulation [Growth Rate: 72%] ...my bones were etched deep with martial arts prowess.
That weird skill stayed pitch-black even with Insight awakened.
Lightness Skill just made the body lighter—that was it.
Qi Circulation? No clue what changed.
But combat skills? Top-notch.
—Ting!
A shrill bell rang as I checked my skills.
"We starting?"
"Yes, sis."
Manwook nodded vigorously beside me.
"What rules? Say it. Stand-up? MMA? Boxing only?"
"Whatever, punk."
Screech!
I stomped the mat—the sneakers gripped, launching my body into the air.