Chapter 49
Chapter 49
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 49
Chapter Title: Black Killer Warrior - 4
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I glanced at the guy grumbling at my words, then continued.
"Wait for me in the ring. I'm gonna steam my kid first."
Ignoring the squad leader's odd look, I grabbed the compress pack and headed to the outdoor sink outside the gym.
As I filled the cold compress pack with water, thoughts of him popped into my head. From his tough-looking hands that had been through hell to his perfectly trained body.
This was the army. And among all the armies out there, this was the 901st Special Forces Unit, crawling with monstrous human weapons.
Me? I'd lived a normal life far from any fights. He was a combat pro who'd rolled through years here. With my senses wide open, an instinctive unease washed over me.
That line of thinking made words spill out automatically.
⚙ STATUS WINDOW ⚙ [[Shop List]] [Skills] [Items] ─ [Ascending Order] [Search] [Balance: 84,380,000 KRW] [Heavenly Peach] .. .. [Splitting Wooden Chopsticks Well] [Walking] .. [Sphincter Reinforcement] .. .. [Baking] .. [Swimming] .. .. [Psychic Spot Detection] .. .. [Heavy Strike] .. I lit a cigarette and scanned the skills floating in front of me.
What should I pick to make people say I chose well?
I needed combat power right now, so I focused on martial arts skills. Then a message popped up.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Mara Papias recommends Stamina and Heavy Strike] [Siddhartha Gautama advises that it can be resolved through dialogue] "Dialogue? Isn't that already fucked? Why talk when I have a good fist?"
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Mara Papias marvels at the successor's excellent mindset] [Siddhartha Gautama urges compassion] "If I had that useless shit, my kid would get hurt."
I ignored the two chattering noisily and moved my hand toward the text floating in front of me.
⚔ SKILL INFO ⚔ [Heavy Strike]: Attack Enhancement [Price: 20,000,000 KRW] ⚔ STATUS ⚔ [Stamina Lv.6] Massive increase in strength Massive increase in cardiopulmonary endurance Massive increase in muscular endurance Massive increase in agility Skill level increases with repeated purchases [Price: 64,000,000 KRW] ⚙ PURCHASE ⚙ [Ding!] [Ding!] [Paltry Heavy Strike Lv.1] Slight instantaneous increase in striking power. ⚔ STATUS ⚔ [Stamina Lv.7] Explosive increase in strength Explosive increase in cardiopulmonary endurance Explosive increase in muscular endurance Explosive increase in agility Skill level increases with repeated purchases [Price: 128,000,000 KRW] [Balance: 380,000 KRW]
Every damn time, this status window punched holes in my bank account. I couldn't help but sigh.
I clenched and unclenched my fist, looking over my body to see what had changed, but nothing seemed different on the outside.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Ding!] [Mara Papias sends the promised gift] "A gift?"
Right as the message about the gift appeared, a new skill registered in the status window.
⚔ GIFT SKILL ⚔ [●●●●●] [Entry Technique] ◈ Comprehensive Martial Arts ◈ Basic Fist and Kick Techniques ◈ Basic Footwork ◈ Basic Lightweight Movement ◈ Basic Qi Circulation [Growth Rate: 0%] "What's this? Why can't I see the name?"
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Mara Papias says not to look at weird places and to diligently master the gift] ⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Siddhartha Gautama looks displeased and ponders] ⚙ PROMPT ⚙ [Would you like to move to the Basic Training Ground?] "Who the hell do these bastards take after? Stop yapping and explain. What's a training ground?"
⚙ PROMPT ⚙ [Would you like to move to the Basic Training Ground?] "Fuck this shit. No, asshole!"
When I didn't answer, the message kept ringing, so I dismissed it and headed back to the gym.
Gangcheol was sitting in a chair, groaning from the pain. Seeing him made my gut boil again.
As I approached, Gangcheol sensed me and looked up.
"You're back, noona."
"Gangcheol. Put this on your shin."
"Thank you. But noona, don't go up there."
Gangcheol pointed to the ring, where Kwak Junmyeong was warming up.
"Didn't you see me send that fucker's dad to Hong Kong?"
"You crazy bitch. Get up here quick!"
"Ah, Hong Kong? Or the Jordan River? Or the Workers' Party?"
I taunted Kwak Junmyeong as I climbed into the ring, and he glared at me with veins bulging in his eyes.
"Oh, perfect. That last fucker went down after two hits, so I couldn't torment him much. But he dropped a useless bastard kid, so I get some fun out of it."
"...You'll never get up again. After you're gone, I'll kill that Gangcheol fucker too."
"Fuck off. I'll slap a red star on your head and send you to the same room. Hold hands and play there."
— Viewer [lol room leader bitch won't back down] — Viewer [That pig kid earlier, fine, but this guy's an active black killer warrior. Won't this be trouble?] — Viewer [When room leader punched the belly, heard a drum sound. Her power's no joke] "Fuck. Hit the bell quick!"
Kwak Junmyeong yelled at the soldiers below, and the bell rang.
—Ding!
With the bell, the world slowed down.
I bent my waist slightly and kicked off the ground hard. My body exploded forward. As I moved, the gift I'd just received started imprinting on my body like it was fusing with me.
I stopped abruptly in front of him, snapped my shoulder, and threw a punch.
In the slowed time, I saw his eyes widen as he slowly raised his guard.
Just before my fist smashed into his face, he barely got his guard up.
Short and light. Fast and snapping.
My body understood.
A light jab for probing sliced through the air with a whoosh and embedded into his arm.
⚡ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚡ [Paltry Heavy Strike] —Ppak!
"Guh?"
I quickly retracted the light snapping punch, and the world returned to normal speed.
His guard shifted from the jab, and blood burst from his nose.
I lightly shook my upper body to create rhythm and snapped my arm.
Jab
—Ppak!
Jab
—Ppak!
I saw blood keep spraying from his face.
After three jabs, his arm went limp, dropping the guard slightly, but true to being special forces, he swung wildly.
I dipped my upper body deep to the left with a weave.
His arm whistled over my head, exposing his empty midsection.
I'd seen it online once. A liver shot to the right side that shocks the liver inside the ribs. Even pro fighters collapse if hit clean after years of training.
A liver shot brings unimaginable agony.
I threw a punch at the open side but pulled back midway. Can't break him too easily.
Weaker. I reminded myself and lightly tapped his ribs with my left hand.
—Pang!
"Euk!"
Even though I tried to go as light as possible, it landed pretty hard. He clutched his right side, drooling saliva.
"Ugh, you dirty fucker."
"Kuh... uuk...."
"Hey. What're you doing? Guard up quick."
Even after waiting, he just clutched his side and groaned.
Curious about his face, I bent down to look up at him.
"Hey. You crying? Yo, guys, this fucker's crying."
— Viewer [Crazy bitch lololol] — Viewer [That guy's crying lololol] — Viewer [Crybaby zek lol] I looked at Gangcheol's phone. He was holding back laughter, and the brigade commander had his head down, covering his eyes with his palm.
"Damn, that fucker's nape looks tasty. Lift your head quick."
His legs trembled like his thigh strength was gone from the liver shot. Still, standing there made me think pros are pros.
"Squad leader gramps. This fucker's guarding his nape. Can I smash down?"
"...No."
"Kya! Guard's fucking solid. Invincible shield no one can break."
— Viewer [ㅠㅠ Our crazy bitch is sorry] — Viewer [Bitch who came out too early to the world, we're sorry] As time passed, he slowly lifted his head.
"No ref, so I'll wait. Recover slowly."
"Haa.... Haa...."
Kwak Junmyeong panted roughly as he slowly raised his arms.
Sandbag complete. I threw light jabs over his guard again.
—Ppak! Ppak! Ppak!
His thin fingerless gloves couldn't absorb the shock; bones clacked against his guard as my fists dug in.
"Kueeuk...."
His hands shook as he dropped his guard and staggered back into the corner.
I snapped my arm lightly, slamming a fist into the flowing nosebleed.
—Ppak!
I felt his nose crunch under my knuckles as blood sprayed.
"Kya! Kwak Junmyeong blocks with face guard!"
Now fully playing, I loosened my hands completely and threw jabs.
—Ppak! Ppak!
"Ah, Kwak Junmyeong keeps the face guard up! So sturdy. Invincible shield like squad leader gramps!"
— Viewer [Oh fuck dick sorry] — Viewer [Did room leader learn boxing? Fucking strong] —Ppak!
"Look at you soldiers down there. Give a young 20-something punk a bit of power and a shitty hat, see what happens."
—Ppak!
"And the officers see that shit and still pull this crap?"
—Ppak!
"Looks like the scar on my kid's leg ain't from once or twice. Black killer warrior my ass. Worms in the dirt."
—Ppak!
I dropped my fist slightly, and his teeth flew into the air.
"Ah! Kwak Junmyeong's teeth guard at this moment!"
I glanced outside the ring. The squad leader showed no sign of stopping it.
Now at his limit, his legs gave out as he slowly collapsed. I raised my knee and stomped his shin with my combat boot.
"Same room transfer kick!"
—Ppak!
The crack of breaking bone echoed through the gym as his shin bent backward. Mind already gone, Kwak Junmyeong flopped onto the ring.
"Touch my kid one more time. I'll crush your skull."
I expected curses back at my growl, but the gym fell silent for a moment before faint applause started.
"You all take meds as a group?"
One soldier clapping spoke up.
"Kwak Junmyeong and Kwak Manje weren't easy on us either. Plus the guys leeching off them."
Following his gaze, I saw the guys who'd greeted me earlier about sparing Gangcheol.
— Viewer [lololol those fuckers screwed] — Viewer [Black bar...] I grabbed the hair on the back of the collapsed Kwak Junmyeong's head, dragged him like trash, and held the bloody mess toward the squad leader with a big grin.
"Gramps. Toy's broken. Gimme a new one."