Chapter 50
Chapter 50
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 50
Chapter Title: Black Death Warriors - 5
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When I handed Kwak Jun-myeong over to the Master Sergeant, the old man who had been silently composed finally spoke up after a long pause.
"That's enough."
"What about them?"
"Armies need bastards like that to keep running."
I stared at the Master Sergeant before letting go of Kwak Jun-myeong. Only then did the soldiers load him onto a stretcher and carry him off. Amid the frantic bustle around us, the Master Sergeant just kept staring right through me.
A massive frame that even the 901 Special Warfare Unit members yielded to. Eyes blazing like a Vajra Yaksha had manifested. Without my skills, I'd have pissed myself just from making eye contact in passing.
The old man, shooting a gaze that looked ready to devour a few people, didn't seem human at all.
"Grandpa. Keep staring like that, and I might pee my pants."
At my unexpected response, the Master Sergeant finally broke into a hearty laugh.
"You rascal. Come on down."
His demeanor shifted a full 180 degrees from moments ago, replaced by a kindly smile.
"Call me 'miss,' please."
As I stepped down from the ring, he answered not with words but by reaching out a massive hand to ruffle my hair.
"Huu..."
A strange tickle from this unfamiliar sensation escaped my lips as a weird sound.
"Demon face up on the ring, but down here you're just a puppy."
"Even demons would run at the sight of Grandpa's face."
I caught the regimental commander sneaking a glance, looking like he disagreed but trying not to show it. Officers and NCOs could exchange courtesies, but he was about to face a general—no place for him to be peeking like that.
"Grandpa. Do you work here?"
"I was commissioned here."
"So you're with the regiment?"
The answer came not from the Master Sergeant but from Kangcheol.
"Not the regimental chief master sergeant. He's the chief master sergeant of the Third Operations Command."
"Third Operations Command? Where's that?"
The response slid over to the regimental commander, who was slyly gauging the mood.
"Ga-eul-yang. The Third Operations Command is the army's largest-scale headquarters, encompassing six corps, four brigades—including artillery, maneuver, firepower, and communications—plus engineer, air defense, and intelligence units. Master Sergeant Cheon Ha-jin holds the chief master sergeant position there."
"Uh... battalions group into regiments, and those group into... um..."
I wiggled my fingers furiously but couldn't even reach corps level before my eyes naturally dropped.
"Kkhuhuhu. There, now you sound like a kid. That suits you better."
Cheon Ha-jin Master Sergeant ruffled my hair again with his huge, rough hand.
"Ah, ever seen such a cheeky grown-ass kid?"
"Kuhak. Total madwoman. Nothing from cherishing your comrades to what rubs me wrong. That's how soldiers should be—half-crazy."
"I'm not a soldier. Sigh, no sane people in this damn outfit. Grandpa, I half-killed your subordinate, and you're praising me?"
"It was time for the abscess to burst."
"You said they were necessary earlier."
"Those guys are the pain. In a desensitized army, pain keeps you alert. Without it, you get hurt worse."
As I muttered about what that even meant, Cheon Ha-jin just smiled at me.
"So, why's a master sergeant like you here?"
"Promo shoot, and to check on that guy."
Cheon Ha-jin Master Sergeant's finger pointed at the regimental commander.
"Just like brothers."
"Aha."
The broadcast was just an excuse—he'd come to see his buddy. Listening along sparked some mischief, so I teasingly asked the regimental commander.
"But isn't the regimental commander's rank higher? 'Hey, Master Sergeant! Greet properly?' Isn't that the national rule?"
"Huk..."
— LOLOL Crazy Bitch
Leak, you slacking on eyeball management?
I turned at the choking gasp beside me to find Kangcheol staring like I was insane.
"Cheol-ah, what's that look? Flaunting 'cause you want your eyes popped?"
Kangcheol whipped his head away fast, and the regimental commander's face turned ashen as he changed the subject.
"Ga-eul-yang. Atmosphere's a bit off, but shall we proceed with that experience program I mentioned?"
"Nothing I need to prep separately?"
"No. Just follow the program we've prepared."
Under the regimental commander's guidance, we moved to the dirt parade ground where various setups awaited. The broadcast team trailed, prepping their cameras.
As I looked around the equipment-packed parade ground, the regimental commander gestured, and the special warfare members and support troops gathered.
With everyone assembled, the announcer's voice boomed over the mic.
"Hello. Sergeant Jo Dam-gil here, handling progress and guidance. Before the course briefing, the person beside me is personal streamer Han Ga-eul, joining us for this."
"Hello. Nice to meet you all."
My brief greeting drew 'oohs' from the soldiers, and the broadcast team started filming me.
"V."
— Showoff Bitch LOL
Our captain's the cutest LOL
"Ahem."
I struck a V for the broadcast camera until the announcer's cough straightened my posture.
"This course is designed to boost the physical fitness of our 901 Black Death Warriors Unit."
The announcer continued. First: 30 push-ups. Second: 50-meter sprint. Third: rope climb. Fourth: carry teammate 50-meter sprint. All one course.
"Proceeding in pairs. Please divide roles based on your specialties."
— Oh This'll Be Fun LOL
Captain pls sprint
"Oh... Who's teaming up with me!"
My voice rang out after the announcer finished, and suddenly soldiers swarmed me.
"Me! I wanna do it!"
"I raised my hand first. That voice is insane."
"You bastard, can't you see your senior?"
"Where's a senior here? I need to get married."
"Doesn't Sgt. Jang have a girlfriend?"
"First time seeing someone this pretty."
"You bastard. All fuck off!"
"No swearing, please. We're broadcasting."
The soldiers caused such chaos it nearly derailed the broadcast when someone yanked my hand.
"Huh?"
"Our noona's with me."
Kangcheol's voice boomed, and the rowdy soldiers whipped around to glare at him in unison.
"Fuck, ease up those eyes? Who the hell's glaring at my kid?"
— Eww Captain Bitch On Broadcast Put On Brakes
LOL already broken GTFO
"Temper as fiery as her looks."
"I like it even more."
"Sgt. Jang, you really gotta back off."
"Noona, I'm super tight with Kangcheol!"
"Everyone, please follow instructions."
The announcer looked half-resigned, while the watching regimental commander and Master Sergeant chuckled.
"You're sitting it out. Legs won't hold."
"Not a bone injury, and the swelling's mostly gone."
Kangcheol hiked up his leg—it had subsided faster than expected.
"Fine, then you handle arms only. I do push-ups, your face plants."
Kangcheol panicked and clapped a hand over my mouth.
"Noona, please. We're outside. Cameras everywhere."
As I messed with Kangcheol amid the uproar, the soldiers finally formed teams and settled down.
"First runners, prepare."
I handed my phone to a nearby soldier and turned to Kangcheol gripping the bar for push-ups.
"Cheol, fighting!"
"Start!"
The push-ups began on the announcer's signal. Amid the elite 901 Special Warfare members, Kangcheol shone brightest—I could see why that Kwak bastard had it out for him.
Petty jealousy.
"Twenty-eight! Twenty-nine!"
The counter soldier bellowed loud by the bar as others barely hit twenty.
"Thirty!"
"Noona!"
He bolted straight to me at the ready line and slapped my hand.
—Clap!
Palm met palm as I cranked up my physical prowess. Explosive leg power surged. I kicked off the ground hard, and my body launched skyward.
"Uwaa!! Ga-eul-Kangcheol team flying!!"
My uncontrollably hurtling body prompted me to boost combat sense too. Powerful footfalls propelled me forward in leaps.
Way too fast—I dialed back hard, but the finish line loomed in under three seconds anyway.
"Ga-eul from Ga-eul-Kangcheol!! Even faster!! Eyes playing tricks. Ga-eul's insanely quick!!"
— Wow!! Han Boobs! Han Boobs! Han Boobs!
Fuck she's shaking!! So damn fast insane
— Earthquake Honey! Shaking!!!
Hearing the announcer channel a commentator, I figured no need to go faster—slowed to a fatigued trot, crossed the line, and slapped Kangcheol's hand.
Palm met palm as Kangcheol started the rope climb.
"Gap's too huge. Other teams haven't even started the relay!"
"Oh. Check out Kangcheol's firm ass."
"Cough. Noona, no jokes."
— LOLOL Kangcheol Firm Ass
Wow leak that arm one hit and bye-bye world
— Physique Insane AF
Kangcheol's hiked arm writhed with near-bursting muscles. He shot up quick, rang the bell, slid down, and we high-fived last.
—Clap!!
"Noona, my turn!"
"Whatcha saying."
As he bent to hoist me piggyback, I jammed my shoulder into his abs.
"Uhek?"
— Wow Captain Lifting That?
Muscle + height gotta be 110kg+ right?
Like slinging a rice sack over my shoulder, I hefted the massive Kangcheol and stepped toward the finish.
"Ughhh. Noona too fast."
"Shut it, fuck."
Glancing aside, soldiers were just now sprinting for the ropes—I slowed to a leisurely stroll.
"Ah! Ga-eul!! Carrying that giant—how's that possible? How's that power coming from such a slender frame?"
Even mid-stroll, the announcer's mic echoed.
"This sports day or training demo shoot?"
"Right?"
Kangcheol let out a disbelieving chuckle.
"Ga-eul walking in—power drained?"
"Still champs!! Victory to Ga-eul-Kangcheol team!"
As teams gathered amid applause, Cheon Ha-jin Master Sergeant approached from behind.
"Cotton candy outside, monster inside."
"I'm a bit tough."
To my playful brag, he reached out to ruffle my hair again.
"Huu..."
Cheon Ha-jin Master Sergeant seemed hooked on the petting. Despite the rough, callused hand, it felt pleasantly ticklish.
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