Chapter 48
Chapter 48
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 48
Chapter Title: Black Killer Warrior - 3
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My boss's jowls quivered as he glared at me after hearing what I said.
"Watch your mouth. This is the army, not your playground."
"Can't you see his arm's torn up? You rotten knot-hole bastard, are your eyes just for show? Why even bother carrying them around? Want me to dig 'em out for you?"
Ignoring the sergeant major, I looked up at the ring. The soldier who'd been rampaging against Gangcheol heard my cursing and stomped on Gangcheol's shin with his combat boot.
Gangcheol hunched over, clutching his shin where the boot had embedded.
"Guhk..."
"Gangcheol!"
I rushed onto the ring in a panic, blocking the soldier's path.
"Hey! You okay?"
"I'm... fine. Sis, go back down."
"Fuck that. Fine my ass—it's swelling up like a balloon."
I was in the middle of checking on Gangcheol when a mocking voice cut in.
"What is this, a soap opera? Why's a civilian up here? Go watch from the sidelines."
I looked up at the soldier and spotted his name tag: Kwak Jun-myeong. I turned to the sergeant major—Kwak Man-je.
"Oh, now it makes sense. A retard father-son duo throwing their tantrum, huh?"
Helping Gangcheol off the ring, I saw three officers staring at me.
"Regiment Commander."
"Yes, Ga-eul."
"Looks like that retard bastard's got it out for Cheol. And the North Korean pig's covering for the retard who bullied Cheol. What do you think?"
The regiment commander fell silent, deep in thought, before answering slowly.
"...You're right."
"Anyone can see it's a worm who couldn't land a punch on Cheol, riding on his daddy's coattails to pull this shit, right?"
"...Yes."
"It's not like we're playing blind man's bluff. To me, it looks like the 901st Special Forces are just licking the North Korean pigs' asses."
"..."
Leaving the silent regiment commander behind, I grabbed a plastic chair nearby and sat Gangcheol down.
"Sis, I'm fine."
"Cheol."
Startled, I picked up the phone I'd dropped on the floor and shoved it into Gangcheol's hand.
"Yes, sis."
Speaking loud enough for everyone in the now-silent gym to hear:
"Even a passerby civilian could see these retards messing around. You guys live and breathe with the troops every day—you're not gonna pretend you don't know, right?"
I scanned the soldiers staring at me, ending with the sergeant major.
"Aren't you ashamed at your age?"
In the rank-conscious army, with the high-ranking regiment commander and master sergeant staying quiet, the other soldiers fell silent too.
"I love bullying trash like you 'cause it's fun. Why? 'Cause it's entertaining. Right, Man-je?"
The sergeant major, hearing me, just glanced nervously at the master sergeant with arms crossed.
"Gangcheol."
"Yes, sis."
"Film me pretty, okay?"
Ignoring Gangcheol trying to stop me, I climbed into the ring and beckoned the sergeant major.
"Man-je, get up here quick. You're not scared of a girl, are ya?"
The sergeant major, who'd been eyeing the master sergeant, finally jumped up when there was no reaction—his hefty body surprisingly light, proving decades of special forces training hadn't vanished under the fat.
"Put on your headgear."
"Fuck off, you North Korean pig bastard. You wear it."
"...Don't regret it later. This ain't kids' play."
"Man-je, don't beg me for medical bills later."
"That's my line."
Ignoring his whining about potential fallout, I turned to Gangcheol.
"Red, can I beat this fucker to death?"
— Cha-lang! Red Parade donated 1,000,000 won — Red Parade Lots of eyes watching, so as long as you don't kill him, I'll clean it up. — Anonymous You crazy bitch, just come down. — Anonymous He looks like that, but he's a muscle pig. Scary. Just come down, boss. Gritting my teeth, I stared at the sergeant major glaring back. Then the master sergeant's voice came from behind.
"No eye gouges, headbutts, biting, pinching, hair pulling, or strikes to the groin or back of the head."
"He says that's fine. You warmed up your flabby body, Man-je?"
Scoffing at my jab, the sergeant major rolled his thick arms and struck a fighting pose.
At the same moment, a sharp sound rang out from outside the ring.
—Ding!
With the gong's echo, I slowly walked to the center of the ring, calm.
Never fought or even scrapped before, I mimicked TV fights—raising both arms, leaning upper body forward a bit.
The sergeant major smirked at my sloppy stance, lowering his raised arms.
"Pfft."
Unable to hold back, he snorted a laugh, not moving an inch from his corner, beckoning me with a finger.
I stepped close enough to touch if I reached, but he raised his guard, flicking his wrist like "hit me."
Wanting to smash his face, I pulled my fist back behind my shoulder like a punching machine, gathering power.
As I thrust forward, my twisted shoulder and waist straightened—my fist slamming not into his guard, but his protruding gut.
—Pang!
"Guhek!"
The meaty smack echoed viciously through the gym.
— Anonymous What the fuck is that drum sound? — Anonymous ㄷㄷDid his guts explode? Pulling back my embedded fist, I saw his eyes rolling back as he pitched forward.
Quickly powering up again, I drove an uppercut-like punch into his falling face.
—Ppak!
Felt like crushing something under my knuckles as his massive body jerked and toppled backward.
His eyes rolled back, twitching—nose smashed flat, cheekbone caved in.
"Hoo—North Korean pig bastard, cut!"
— Anonymous You crazy bitch!!!! — Anonymous Aaak, you hit boss! My voice echoed in the stunned gym, and soldiers finally buzzed, rushing onto the ring.
"Supply officer! Supply officer!! Get it together!!"
"Call the medic now!!"
I glanced at the frantic ring, then went down to Gangcheol and the officers.
"Regiment Commander, looks like we need a new supply officer."
He let out a hollow laugh.
"I don't pick 'em, but yeah, I'll request from higher up."
Even now, the master sergeant stood arms crossed, exuding veteran aura, silent.
I glanced at him, then at Gangcheol—his leg even more swollen.
"Cheol, we need ice on this."
"I'm fine."
"Fine my ass."
Then the medic rushed in from the gym entrance, kit in hand.
"Here!"
The medic ran to us, then asked unexpectedly:
"This guy's the one?"
"Yeah. My Cheol's hurting. Treat him, please."
Looking at Gangcheol's rolled-up pants leg, the medic pulled out a cold pack.
"Just add water—it gets cold right away. Use this."
I took it gratefully, but a shout came from the side.
"You crazy bitch! What the hell! Medic, over here!"
Finally sensing something off, the medic climbed the ring to check the sergeant major.
"This isn't something we handle here. Army hospital—no, university hospital. Face is caved in!"
As the medic urgently called an ambulance, I told Gangcheol I'd fill the pack and started walking, but a soldier blocked my path.
"You fucking bitch!"
The ranting soldier—it was the one who'd hit Gangcheol.
"What, retard? Want me to dig your grave too? Be grateful I let you off."
⭐ Top Comment — Anonymous ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ — Anonymous So damn refreshing. That's our boss. The guy lunged in rage, but the master sergeant blocked him.
"Sergeant Kwak Jun-myeong. If you wanna fight, do it in the ring."
"Didn't you see what that bitch did?"
"I saw. Underestimated her 'cause she's a woman and got wrecked."
Unable to retort, he trembled, glaring at me.
"What're you looking at, you cunt? Wanna join him in the coffin?"
— Anonymous Boss, not our place, but watch your mouth lol ㅋㅋㅋ — Anonymous ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋWhatever — Anonymous Fr real ㅋㅋ Feels so good, guk "Why touch my kid? You retards—nobody touches him but me."
"Had nothing to do with you."
"The fuck it doesn't. Brain dodged out? I said he's mine. Why kick a kid with combat boots? If you hadn't done that shit, I'd have held back."
"You crazy bitch, you're not even military! It was training!"
Losing it, spouting nonsense, he charged again—but the master sergeant blocked once more.
"Sergeant Kwak Jun-myeong. I said fights are in the ring."
Eyes bulging, he glared, then threw his fingerless gloves at me.
"Get up..."
Face beet red behind the master sergeant, I peeked out from his back.
"Come ooon up. Yeah, Fart-Puff-Puff. Grandpa Master Sergeant Shield. Impenetrable shield, right? Super tough? All you can do is tremble? I sent the North Korean pig packing, made you army heroes? Loaded him on a Taepodong missile and yeeted? Pissed off? King-sized mad? Wanna kill me? But can't, huh? Parents' enemy right in front, but powerless? Incompetent loser. Yeah, Grandpa Master Sergeant Shield too damn tough, bye."
— Anonymous ㅋㅋㅋ Crazy bitch, stop provoking — Anonymous Sigh, so childish ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ — Anonymous Aaah so mad ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ