Chapter 90

That bastard hasn’t taken his helmet off. Does he want to hide his identity? Roh Jun-Yeop might seem stupid at first glance, but that was due to his bad temper. He wasn’t unknowledgeable or short-sighted, so he quickly understood why he was left in the uncomfortable position of taking the credit. He’s the son of a fallen duke, after all. The Kang family had the stigma of a traitorous family, so bearing their blood was nothing to be proud of. Depending on the situation, it could even be a fatal weakness. Roh Jun-Yeop clicked his tongue and raised his head. “Has it only been a day or two since I became so great? I am the future Bow Saint.” Let’s just enjoy it. There was no one else on my side anyway. Jun-Yeop silently cursed the club members in sync with Jae-Hyeok, but still played his part. Byeon Seok-Gu sighed. “Hah, it was as if the Bow Saint had come, but that was indeed your Skill.” An arrow from the Bow Saint would have been even more powerful, so much so that perhaps, he would’ve destroyed all five cores with a single arrow. Not to mention, the Bow Saint wouldn’t have tried to hide himself if he had come. Numerous circumstances pointed to the fact that Roh Jun-Yeop was the protagonist who had destroyed the central core. The reaction of the B-class players was disbelieving, but Byeon Seok-Gu gave Roh Jun-Yeop an enthusiastic look. He’s worthy of dreaming of becoming the Bow Saint. In addition to his overwhelming talent, Roh Jun-Yeop would surely reach great heights with the enthusiastic support he received from his club members. It doesn’t hurt to make a good impression on him, thinking as much, Byeon Seok-Gu took out his business card and handed it to Jun-Yeop. “Here. You helped me this time, so I’ll repay the favor by supporting your dreams. Feel free to contact me if you need my help.” “Thank you.” Roh Jun-Yeop wasn’t surprised by Byeon Seok-Gu’s sudden change in attitude. He was used to being ignored because of his young age, only to be acknowledged after demonstrating his skills. It was a common cliche in the life of a genius. Still... this experience is thrilling no matter how many times it happens. It wasn’t the result of his own strength this time, but it was fine. Someday, when he became the Bow Saint, he would handle events like today’s single-handedly. Roh Jun-Yeop’s energetic mood didn’t last long. “Take my business card, too.” Swish. The silent Yeon Ho-Ryeong suddenly threw his business card, which flew out at high speed. Roh Jun-Yeop reached out instinctively, only to frown when the sharp edge of the card cut his finger. “The future Bow Saint can’t even catch properly?” Yeon Ho-Ryeong snorted when he saw the business card stained red with Roh Jun-Yeop’s blood. “I am the president of Ocean Shipping. I carved out some of my precious time to come here because I have business with you.” “Ocean Shipping?” “Yeon Ho-Ryeong?” There was a commotion among the students. Some people thought of the Ocean Guild, while others recognized the name Yeon Ho-Ryeong. “Did you notice? Ocean Shipping is a subsidiary of the Ocean Guild. We aren’t someone you can mess with. Our chain-store business was hit quite hard by your distribution of black tuna at a low price. How are you going to handle the wrath of Ocean?” He was dealing with students; it was shameful for the president himself to come forward to persuade some children. Even so, Yeon Ho-Ryeong needed someone to vent his anger on. His dissatisfaction and anger had peaked ever since he had been demoted to Ocean Shipping. Now, he intended to relieve some stress, using strength and power to crush these bastards who had bullied him for days. Yeon Ho-Ryeong was prepared to enjoy the reactions of the frightened children, only to doubt his ears. A voice that was too calm for the situation said, “But if you’re hit so hard from a few fish being sold at a low price, doesn’t that say more about your company? It’s a chain-store business, but its management must be a mess.” “You brat...?” The voice said, “You can’t say that. You’re even more childish, even though you look older than us.” “......” Yeon Ho-Ryeong took his eyes off Roh Jun-Yeop and looked at the boy wearing the helmet. Despite the rather young voice, the boy was tall, with a well-trained body. He gave the impression that he was handsome beneath the black-tinted helmet. It was strangely unpleasant. Yeon Ho-Ryeong said, “If you want to talk like adults, shouldn’t you introduce yourself first? Even I introduced myself. What are you doing with a helmet on?” “What if I’m older than you? Don’t you know, there are a lot of old people among the students of Lion’s Castle.” “You bastard, what are you saying? Weren’t you just saying that I am older than you?” “Did I say that? I’m rather forgetful in my old age.” He looked around. “Uh? Uh... no?” The Shooting Club, who had been staring blankly at Jae-Hyeok, hurriedly shook their heads. By then, Yeon Ho-Ryeong and Byeon Seok-Gu had also noticed it. He must be Roh Jun-Yeop’s right-hand man. The members of the Shooting Club, who had just been praising Roh Jun-Yeop, were now following the guy wearing the helmet. It seemed he was the next best person after Roh Jun-Yeop. His cocky attitude was unsurprising once you realize that Yeon Ho-Ryeong criticized him. “You mistakenly think you’re someone great just because you belong to a school. Let me tell you, having escaped your fence, you will learn humility once you realize that you aren’t a group of lions but a pack of cats in the wider world.” “Is that your experience?” “...Aren’t your words getting shorter and ruder?” The boy in the helmet crossed the line with every word, but Yeon Ho-Ryeong felt more joy than anger. His justifications for violence were piling up. He had spent money to lure out the Shooting Club for the express purpose of punishing them and relieving his anger, so he liked how things were developing. “Hey, kid. Hurry and apologize to the president. President Yeon, please step down as an adult.” As the atmosphere turned violent, the red-faced man couldn’t stand it and stepped forward. He was a top player among the B-class, so he believed he was well-qualified to step in and mediate, especially since it was an argument between an adult and a child. However, Yeon Ho-Ryeong’s thoughts were different. “What a mess. I never thought some bastard would intervene.” Baang! Yeon Ho-Ryeong flared his aura, and it was the signature blue of the Ocean Guild—evidence of the mana control technique that the ruler of the sea, Yeon Ho-Rang, had invented himself. “Cough!” Yeon Ho-Ryeong drove his fist into the red-faced man’s side and he collapsed, coughing up dark red blood. The mana from his fist raged through the man like a tidal wave, slicing through his flesh and shattering his internal organs. “How dare a freelancer who wants to make a few extra bucks interfere with Ocean’s business? Does a guild-less bastard like you want to die screaming?” Yeon Ho-Ryeong was as rough and violent as the mana he wielded. There was madness in the way he smiled while using his technique on others without hesitation. The Shooting club members noticed that the situation was more serious than expected and stepped back, gulping nervously. “Haha!” Yeon Ho-Ryeong finally felt relieved seeing the frightened students. “That’s right! I spent money to see this!” “Crazy... ” They should’ve been suspicious of the sudden increase in the commission fee. We shouldn’t have ignored the jinx. There was a known jinx in the Shooting Club: whenever they turned down a large company's commission, a larger commission was sure to follow. And almost always, the larger commissions were more dangerous. Damn. This time, we got caught by a real madman. After realizing the commission fee was a trap, Roh Jun-Yeop tried to take out his gun, but Byeon Seok-Gu stopped him. “Don’t. Then you might really die.” Drawing a weapon or using a Skill against someone else could be used as evidence of a clear intent to harm. In other words, if Roh Jun-Yeop drew his gun, Yeon Ho-Ryeong would be justified in using violence against the Shooting Club. Byeon Seok-Gu said to Yeon Ho-Ryeong, “By the way, your name is familiar. You’re Yeon Ho-Rang’s eldest son, right? For the sake of Ocean’s reputation, why don’t you calm down now? If you go any further against these children, you’ll only be tarnishing Ocean Guild’s name.” Yeon Ho-Ryeong grinned. “You also want to interfere? Did you learn nothing from what happened to the last person?” “Think carefully. They belong to Lion’s Castle. Even if it is Ocean, this is Lion’s Castle— ” Yeon Ho-Ryeong snorted. Fear made people hesitate. And the stronger the fear, the easier it was to control people. Lion’s Castle? So what. Those kids wouldn’t dare to utter the word ‘Ocean’ at school once he was finished. He would make sure of it. Bang! Yeon Ho-Ryeong stepped forward and swung his hands in a dizzying manner, the mana raging around him in brutal waves. A mere touch smashed the walls and pillars of the building. “Byeon Seok-Gu! If you were planning to fight me, you should’ve run and widened the distance by now!” “Kuek...!” He was right. It was suicidal for an archer like Byeon Seok-Gu to engage in a close-range battle with a fist user. Byeon Seok-Gu was still hesitating on what to do when the mana around Yeon Ho-Ryeong burst forth and closed in, about to pierce his heart. Suddenly, a sword appeared and cut the mana apart. “This old man probably doesn’t know about your family’s crazy personality.” What? The blue mana that wreathed Yeon Ho-Ryeong was famously compared to a wave not just because of its color and power but because even when broken, the mana would converge and surge again, like an endless wave. But this time, his mana had been split and completely scattered. His blue mana couldn’t handle that sharp, blood-red sword at all. Yeon Ho-Ryeong felt a stinging pain in his palm and hurriedly retrieved his arm. At the same time, he leaned back and kicked out. His complex moves matched his level as an A-class player; they were practiced and fluid, but he used them against the wrong opponent. Jae-Hyeok naturally blocked Yeon Ho-Ryeong’s kick with a raised elbow and stepped forward again, unleashing a Skill—Two Scythes Block a Cart. “......!” Yeon Ho-Ryeong’s eyes widened. The moment he moved to avoid the rapidly approaching sword, he was pierced in the back and shoulder by the scythe-shaped auras. Right now, Jae-Hyeok’s combat power was at its peak. In addition to his increased stats from partying with the Shooting Club members, he had gained an additional 10% to his stats from the effect of The Unbroken One. He hadn’t equipped Traces of Thunder Tribulation since he didn’t think he could afford to dodge thunderbolts in combat, but this power was enough to injure Yeon Ho-Ryeong. "Kuaaaack!" Strength was relative. Yeon Ho-Ryeong, who had been acting as if he were an Absolute just a moment ago, roared like a beast.