The trainees enveloped Park Jinsung layer by layer as if they were clay themselves.
“Pa, Park Jinsung isn’t falling down!”
“Why won’t he fall?!”
“Don’t make me laugh! There are seven of us hanging on here!!”
Park Jinsung endured the trainees’ overwhelming attacks solely with the strength of his two legs and waist.
“He, heh. This much is light work, you bastards.”
He seriously considered using the Edeya secretly due to the pressure. However, he did not want to be ranked among the incompetent officers having come this far.
“Ah! Rather than that, I’ll just fall down!”
“What’s this! He’s suddenly muttering to himself?!”
“Must be close to death! Stop babbling and just press down!”
For a while, Park Jinsung’s mutterings and the trainees’ bickering continued.
Despite stubbornly sticking to him, their fighting spirit was tremendous. The female soldiers, who loved BL, blushed, forgetting that Park Jinsung was the nose-breaking murderer.
“Uuuuuuh.”
Park Jinsung not falling was nearly a miracle, akin to sheer luck.
It was largely because the trainees attached themselves in a left-right balanced manner.
Moreover, his lower half had become stiff beyond its limit, planted into the ground like steel chopsticks.
“My legs…”
At this rate, not only would he not fall, but his femurs might crack.
Most people aware of Park Jinsung’s situation were too anxious to intervene.
The scene of seven people clinging to a dying person, surrounded by around 200 others…
“Jinsung aaaaaaaaah!”
The 10th Platoon Leader, who was shouting support for Park Jinsung until his throat was hoarse, hoped Park Jinsung wouldn’t give up.
After taking a deep breath, the 10th Platoon Leader suggested to the school principal.
“Guerrilla Commander! This is the 10th Platoon Leader. I have something urgent to tell you.”
“Hm? What does the 10th Platoon Leader want with me?”
The 10th Platoon Leader had lost his right to speak after the Pest incident.
Regardless of the reasons, he was seen as incompetent for leaving the students in a pit of malice.
The principal wished to assign a better teacher to these soldiers, who could become the next Ahn Sungho’s squad.
“Principal.”
“Speak quickly.”
The 10th Platoon Leader, sensing the principal’s mood, felt slightly intimidated but bravely continued his proposal.
“Principal, how about calling for the Edeya again?”
“Dismissed. Return to your position, 10th Platoon Leader.”
“As much as it’s an autonomous fight, seeing one being lynched by a group doesn’t seem right. Also for the soldiers’ mindset.”
“Ha-ha! Lynching, you say! It’s a necessary tactic against an overwhelmingly strong opponent.”
“Does that mean you consider Jinsung to be an overwhelmingly strong target?”
“Write an explanatory report…”
“I didn’t catch that?”
“You’re too talkative! Write an explanatory report! 10th Platoon Leader!! As soon as the guerrilla training ends!”
It seemed obvious to anyone that Park Jinsung would soon collapse.
Just a little more effort from the second hand, and finally, the principal’s picture would be complete.
Beep!
The principal sent a message he had prepared in advance.
(Reporters, PDs, magazine directors, influential local figures, and groups of 30)
The best picture has been prepared.
It’s time to enter.
Zzzz, zzz, zzzz!
The irregularly vibrating phone indicated that the climax was soon to unfold.
“Hu-hu-hu.”
Kim Seyun and Byun Kiyoung being eliminated was indeed a regrettable matter.
It was the result of the principal’s mishandling of the brush. Who could have known that the soldiers had united beforehand?
‘Hehe. But it doesn’t matter. It’s enough if it’s said that this is an exam only for the mid-ranking students.’
What the principal desired was the fierce battle scene unfolded by the members of Haeun High.
Once that strange F-class monster is cleared away, a perfect picture for the newspapers will emerge.
The principal stroked his protruding belly.
‘Hehehehehehehe.’
The thought of various media outlets mentioning Haeun High made him feel good automatically.
As soon as Park Jinsung collapsed, he planned to make an Edeya Call and create a visually impressive spectacle.
‘Now, you just have to collapse, Park Jinsung. Hehe. Hurry up and collapse.’
“Ah… My legs have lost sensation….”
‘Right. Then you should collapse.’
“Hehe… Maybe this is for the better…?”
‘What! Why haven’t you collapsed yet! Hurry up and collapse!’
“Hehe… It’s a bit tough…. Not much, just a bit.”
“Stop attaching strange interjections and hurry up and collapse! Park Jinsung!! What are you doing! If it doesn’t work with seven, cling on more desperatelyyyy!!”
The principal, overwhelmed with anger, inadvertently revealed his inner thoughts.
For a moment, the principal thought, ‘Ah, shoot,’
Squeak!
The gates wide open, the principal’s ‘connections’ entered.
“Ha ha. Nice to meet you, Principal.”
“Can we go in now?”
Park Jinsung’s mental strength was superior to the principal’s plan. Before Park Jinsung could even collapse, ‘his connections’ were peeking towards the pool.
‘Damn it! No! This ruins everything!’
If ‘my connections’ saw Park Jinsung being lynched, the repercussions would be significantly negative.
‘A quick alternative!’
The principal’s greasy brain spun tightly.
In any case, with 200 people surrounding one,
If they unleashed 200 Edeya at once, Park Jinsung would be buried without leaving a trace.
‘You’ve held out well till here in a groggy state! Now rest in peace!’
Hoping he would just collapse as it is, but if not, another Edeya Call would do.
“From now on, the battalion commander broadcasts! All company members summon your Edeya! Use the Edeya to quickly crush it!!”
“Hmm… Indeed, it’s worth enduring.”
Thud, crash!
Park Jinsung collapsed, and instantly seven people pressed down on him. Thanks to the trainees piling on Park Jinsung, it seemed there would be no end to the muddy days.
It was like a hamburger party.
As if the sauce was poured in one go.
“Nice to meet you, everyone!”
The battalion commander greeted his ‘connections’ with a pleasant smile.
“Battalion commander! You’ve been working hard!”
“Hehe! You’ve arrived just at the right time! The true spectacle of our Haeun Battalion’s guerrilla training will unfold from now!”
“Oh. The hole next to the pool is also very interesting. I’ll make sure to capture it all on camera.”
The director of a famous magazine started recording, beginning with the impressive appearance of Ahn Sungho.
Ssss…!
The smothering by the trainees was oddly quiet.
The dryness made the trainees worry unexpectedly.
“Why isn’t there any reaction? Isn’t Park Jinsung dead?”
“Did you take off his bracelet earlier? Ah! It’s heavy! Move aside!”
“We took it off long ago! It’s been gone since before we started hanging on!”
“What? Then what on earth sustained him until now…, uh, umm?”
“[…Partial Murderous Intent.]”
[Partial Murderous Intent]
World Spirit Unit Classification System: A—
It manifests only a portion of the combat power possessed by [Complete Murderous Intent].
The more exposed parts there are, the harder it is to control, and the controllability is greatly influenced by the owner’s mental strength.
Exposed parts reproduce movements from when it was [Complete Murderous Intent], regardless of the owner’s will.
Current part: Right hand (subject to change)
Overall combat ability: A—
Flap flap flap!
Among the coldly cooling body of Park Jinsung, only his right hand received a hot supply of blood.
Already pushed to the limit, Park Jinsung was easily exposed to even a slight murderous intent.
The desire to kill everything rushed to his temples in an instant.
“Ugh.”
Blood vessels in his eyes burst from the heat, turning red.
Tears of blood ran down, becoming like crocodile tears.
“Pa, Park Jinsung is acting strange!”
“He’s moving?!”
The weight pressing down on Park Jinsung was still formidable.
With just one right hand, it was impossible to clear away all these people.
“Changing exposed part… Current part… Entire right arm…!”
[Partial Murderous Intent]
Current part: Right arm (Right hand→Right arm)
The heat that had been confined to the right hand spread throughout the entire right arm.
Throb throb throb!
The movement changed from flapping to throbbing, instantly collapsing the trainees’ cover.
“Wha, What?”
“It’s Park Jinsung! Park Jinsung is moving!!”
“Ah, it’s so heavy. Really terrible people.”
Park Jinsung crawled out from the collapsed hamburger pile.
The sight of him relying solely on one right arm was quite bizarre. It was as if all his vital organs had shifted to his right arm.
“Uh-huh.”
Even as he barely stood up, there was no life in him except for his right arm. He perfectly fit the title of a zombie leader.
Park Jinsung tilted his posture awkwardly.
From any angle, he seemed close to a wreck. However,
“Smirk.”
Chilling!
When Park Jinsung deliberately uttered onomatopoeia, the atmosphere completely reversed from before. The slowly rising corners of his mouth predicted the end for the mice caught by a cat.
“Uh, uh.”
The trainee at the front unconsciously stepped back. A threat they had never felt before stimulated their survival instincts to the fullest.
Not only the trainees were overwhelmed by Park Jinsung.
“Ba, Battalion commander! What in the world is that kid!”
“What is the rating of that kid!”
The director’s camera shook heavily and rapidly.
His ‘connections’ had encountered countless promising individuals from various regions over the years. They prided themselves on their discernment, seeing Park Jinsung as a standout talent.
“Yo, You all, he, hehe… That trash, no, that soldier is….”
Therefore, his ‘connections’ found it all the more difficult to believe the final words whispered by the principal.
“[Dagger.]”
[Dagger.]
World Spirit Unit Classification System: F
Overall combat ability: F(?)
“Ah…!”
One of his ‘connections’ let out a subtle sigh.
The summoned dagger was unmistakably F-class, yet the aura emanating from him far exceeded common sense.
“No, this right arm again.”
Park Jinsung’s right arm touched his elbow with his left hand. It looked as if the body was being parasitized by the entity known as the right arm.
Squish!
A much larger “Poof!”
“Anyway, smirk…!”
Park Jinsung lifted the corners of his mouth very stylishly. Despite only his right arm being alive, he had an enormous amount of leisure.
Even just opening the murderous intent in his right hand had brought on nauseating urges.
Not to mention the entire right arm.
“Hehehehehehe.”
The murderous intent practically buzzed in Park Jinsung’s ears like an auditory hallucination. There was even a slight feeling of his head being foggy.
The already tense trainees reassured each other without meaning.
“Bu, but he’s practically a half-corpse! Let’s jump him!”
“Yeah! Let’s go! Hurry!”
“Heheh… How many times are you going to repeat that thing about jumping on me.”
Creak!
Park Jinsung’s head tilted 90 degrees awkwardly.
It felt as if he was about to embrace his inner middle school syndrome. Entrusting himself to the middle school syndrome seemed like it would make the world appear beautiful.
He wanted to relax.
Stupid thoughts battered Park Jinsung’s cochlea like obsessions.
‘Heheh. Strangely feeling good?’
His muscles screamed and his bones creaked, yet he felt strangely good.
The signals to kill anyone and everyone started to dissipate, buried under the pleasant waves.
The thumping that had deeply resonated in his head also stopped cleanly as if it never happened.
Swoosh!
Park Jinsung slowly lifted his right arm.
There was a black hole in the palm of his hand, but it did not hinder his movement. After unleashing the big “Poof,” his right arm fell silent cleanly.
[Partial Murderous Intent]
World Spirit Unit Classification System: A—
Current expressed part: Right arm (subject to change)
*Acquired part: Entire right arm
Overall combat ability: A(A—↑)
“Ha ha, hahaha.”
Park Jinsung let out a hollow laugh.
‘Could it really be because of the burger earlier? Have I surpassed my limits just by enduring all this while, is it me?’
He had successfully gained complete control over his right arm.
Naturally, his body was a complete mess. It raised the question of whether the spirit really becomes stronger by pushing the body to such extremes.
Throughout, Park Jinsung was constantly pushed to his physical limits. His body had been broken for a long time, so mental strength played a crucial role.
How long had he endured in terms of perception?
Park Jinsung’s mental strength moved on to the next stage as soon as the murderous intent surged.
‘Not living in this world alone, nor being the protagonist of some successful fiction.’
To obtain a chance only after being pushed to the brink of a life-or-death situation.
A tiny bit of enlightenment.
‘So, enduring does bring blessings after all?!’
A small chance earned through relentless effort.
Even an enlightenment too small to grasp is still an enlightenment.
Whisk, whisk, whirrr!
Park Jinsung’s dagger performed tricks not of tricks above his right hand. The thrice increased momentum of his right hand made the wind whistle from the dagger.
“Heheh. The Black Dragon has awakened.”
“Ugh, ugh! Uuuuaaaaaaah!”
“Aaaaaaaah!”
The trainees, who had been blankly watching the dagger dance, each grabbed their Edeya and ran towards Park Jinsung.
From all directions, tightly packed.
A dilemma (進退兩難).
Caught in a predicament with no way forward or back.
Fifteen souls pounced from all around to prevent Park Jinsung from escaping.
“Attackkkkk!”
“If not now…!”
The proverb was obviously most applicable to Park Jinsung’s situation. However, the faces of the trainees, dripping with cold sweat, indicated that they themselves were the ones caught in the dilemma.
Whiskwhisk, zzzzzzzzzt!
The spinning dagger transferred its speed to the entire right arm.
As the right arm started spinning vigorously, the blade drew white trails in the air.
“Can you handle this?”
Crackcrack, crashhhhh!
All fifteen people were flung back in the direction they came from.
In that short interval, Park Jinsung shattered all the Edeyas, and the trainees, left with nothing but their bodies, were battered by the flat side of the blade.
“Krhaak!”
“Ugh.”
“……”
The vanguard, face-planted on the ground, silenced the remaining 180 or so members of the reserve force.
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