Far away. In the city of Gyeonggi at the G.N.U academy's back. A person sitting atop of empty wooden crates looked down at the student Sae Jaehyun had knocked out.
"You say you were knocked out huh? By.. A kid with a pony tail?"
The student looked up at the person whose face and body were entirely covered by darkness, his whole body shaking from fear—it looked like he was going to pass out any moment.
"Yes- Yes Sir..."
The person jumped down, the shadows moving with him—shrouding his features in a void like darkness. But now. His eyes were glowing a mismatched yet bright golden and purple that stared deep into the students soul.
"Train more. You're not worth fighting Baek Yoosung again. Especially since I already have a bit of a plan."
The student immediately nodded—a sense of relief washing over him as he turned away before running. Leaving the person alone in the dark alley as their eyes stopped glowing.
"I suppose that the Sae Jaehyun person.. He's the son of the ex-Japanese assassin. He could be an ally in the future."
Back in SBAH they group stood in silence, all staring at each other—giving looks both of distrust and annoyance but the hooded student was silent and stoic, not having spoken even a word.
Before anyone could stop him. The hooded student lunged forward. Hand near Ji Won's face—an attack that could not be blocked by normal means.
Ji Won was struck in the nose by the hooded student—head whipped backwards as he felt his nose crunch up beneath the students fist.
"Copying? Yeah right."
The student's voice was deep and devoid of any human emotions—but despite all of that it was like he was mocking Ji Won.
Ji Won held his face in his hands—the stinging pain hitting him. But just when he was about to reply, his head suddenly swung backwards like he was punched again by the hooded student.
Jo Jung-hwa held Sae Jaehyun back—putting him in an arm-bar a frown on his face as he spoke in a low, discreet voice.
"You see that guy over there? That's the Dueling Club's leader Hae Kwan. Once he attacks you, he'll leave a bit of mana and then—his mana will replicate that attack's pain again and again until it runs out."
Sae Jaehyun tried desperately to push Jo Jung-hwa off but the smaller club leader's grip was far too strong from him to do that—immense anger and a bit of guilt washed over him. Watching his friend get thrashed again and again.
But something was off.
Ji Won wasn't knocked out—nor was he even showing that he was hurt, his expression was calm and collected, taking every barrage of pain while staring at Hae Kwan.
Hae Kwan was gazing back at him. Not shying away—face hidden behind the hood but it was evident through his body that he was impressed by Ji Won's resilience.
The mana slowly wasted away. The pain stopping as Hae Kwan put his hands inside his pockets looking at Ji Won with curiosity.
Ji Won's back was arched forward—breathing heavy and labored. Coming in short gasps but he was still standing, a small smirk on his face that earned a small scoff from Jo Jung-hwa.
"Is that all? You aren't even worth copying."
Hae Kwan didn't reply—instead. He remained silent, the sound of footsteps coming towards the group were heard as they looked up to see none other than Baek Yoosung standing there with a small frown on his face.
"You touched my club members?"
He said as his presence alone weighed down the whole of the courtyard—but Hae Kwan remained calm. Walking up towards Baek Yoosung and getting right up into his face, hands still inside his pocket.
"Your eyes are even grayer than before. Your gas tank will run out soon—what, ten months left before you gotta get a walking stick-"
He was cut off—getting kicked in the face as his hand moved just in time to block it, steam rising from his shaky palm.
Hae Kwan dusted his hand off, taking a step back letting out a unfazed chuckl as he spoke.
"Hit a rather intimate spot there huh?"
Ji Won ignored them both. His whole body was sore—stinging pain all across his body but he didn't care for that. He felt the urge to roll for one of the new classes now.
'I think I might become an actual gambler at this point. And cursed as well—a glow up indeed.'
He opened his system screen—the mission rewards already given to him. His level increasing as well as his stats but there was just one thing that pissed him off.
Instead of his stats being decreased by one due to the Blood Elf's curse—they were now decreased by 2.
'Thankfully I wen't up two levels... So I'm still a bit stronger than before and now, I can roll for a class.'
He reached out a shaky hand towards his system screen. His head suddenly feeling lighter and like it was getting carried away to the sky. And just when he pressed roll—he passed out but just before his eyes closed—he heard music in his ears.
Baek Yoosung caught his falling self with the back of his foot—completely nonchalant and unfazed that Ji Won just fell to the ground.
"Jaehyun, get him to the dorm. I'm gonna need to teach these club leaders a small lesson on respect."
Sae Jaehyun was immediately unhanded by Jo Jung-hwa who started approaching Baek Yoosung along with Hae Kwan, the Mage Club's leader also stood up from her bench.
"Well. I think its been too long since we've tested each other. Why not do it now?"
Dan Daesung spoke up—gripping his broadsword's handle tightly, his muscles rippling and growing with every second that passed.
Sae Jaehyun carried away the knocked out Ji Won—an almost imperceptible smirk still present on the latter despite his state of unconsciousness seemed to be enjoying something.
'I'm stuck with this wierdo now.."
The club leaders—except the Mage, surrounded Baek Yoosung who was standing without a care in the world. His hands over his head. His expression one of boredom.
"You all wanna 'test' me huh? Well let me tell you something. You guys aren't a lot of trouble for me, Unless you want this to end up like you did last time I suggest you shut up."
Jo Jung-hwa clicked his tongue in frustration—remembering the scenery that Baek Yoosung had painted the last time they all fought him.
Bloody faces, broken bones and most importantly.
Baek Yoosung standing over them all like a god, eyes gleaming red—not even a scratch on on his body.