Chapter 42 – Episode 42- Class Battle (6)

“Hey, it’s finally here.”

Kim Soo-bin, one of the few S-class hunters in Korea and the main hunter of the Origin Guild, looked at the display board with her eyes sparkling.

1st year class 5 vs 1st year class 10.

Kim Soo-bin exclaims while watching the handwriting teaching the next match-up with twinkling lights.

“Are you expecting that?”

Behind her, an old man with his white beard hanging down scolds Kim Soo-bin, who is squirming.

“Okay~! Look at that, the guild leader too. They’re going to make a fuss to recruit that kid.”

“Clap~”

The old man just smiled and stroked his beard.

Glance.

The old man saw a student standing at the forefront of the ranks of the 1st grade class 5 that appeared on the screen.

The one and only swordsman with a sword at his waist, and the class president of Class 5 in Year 1.

He has been given all kinds of unusual titles, but the information given is very small compared to the titles.

Although he is certainly an interesting student.

“No, I’m not going to watch it leisurely, but I really have to prepare for recruitment somehow?”

Seeing Kim Soo-bin stomping her feet and scolding him, the old man just chuckled and laughed.

No matter how great it is, how great it will be.

The pinnacle of genius she had already seen was right in front of her eyes.

The old man looked at Kim Soo-bin happily and soothed him by saying ‘I understand’.

“No, it’s real?! Look over there!”

Subin Kim raised her finger and taught her to sit next to her.

Kim Soo-bin said while teaching Tam-Rang Guild leader and its signboard hunter Kim Jin.

“Look! Can’t you see I’m looking at 1st grade class 5 over there?! Are you sure our Jo-jun is trying to recruit?”

“Hoo~”

Certainly, that idioty guild leader, Tamrang, is keeping an eye on the 1st grade class 5 and is exchanging conversations with Kim Jin.

If that’s the case, that Jeong Jo-joon definitely has a ‘possibility’.

“Yes, yes. Let’s see.”

The old man grunted and looked with interest at the billboard that was showing the class competition that was about to begin.

Paying attention to Jeong Jo-jun, who smiles as he fixes his black armband.

* *

“Guys, fighting!”

Standing in the lead, I threw a fist at our class behind and cheered.

“”Ohhh!!!””

My classmates usually didn’t listen to me, but this time everyone shouts to my beat.

Great! This is unity!

“Do well.”

Violet standing in the middle row looked at me and cheered me on.

“Yes! Our clerk works hard and conducts well!”

I was a little bit annoyed at the word my clerk, but now I’m used to it, so I said nothing else and said ‘Huh!’ I turn my head awkwardly.

“Aim Joon-ah, fighting!”

Aris is waving at me and cheering me on.

“Yes, Aris, you conduct well too.”

Usually, it is common for the class president and vice-captain to take command of each class, but our class is a bit unusual.

I, the class president, was left out, and Aris, the vice-president, and Violet, the clerk, took command.

Because I have front, middle, and back heat.

Because it does not belong to any of these three.

My role is a guerrilla midfielder.

The name is grandiose, but to put it simply, it’s just a legion that stirs up enemy lines at will.

And it is in charge of the core of the anti-war strategy that will unfold in the future.

Beep-!

The sound of the machine announcing the sign of the match filled the hall.

“Guys, it’s starting soon, so let’s all work hard!”

Before the start of the game, this mechanical sound is the time to align and maintain the ranks.

At this time, I’m going to break out of our ranks and dig into the flanks of our opponents, 1st grade class 10.

“I’m coming!”

The earth covered with dry sand was pushed back with the spirit cloth wrapped in the properties of earth.

Squeak.

As you slide forward, your vision flies past you.

And around the time when I was separated from my class to some extent.

Beep-!

Again, a heavy mechanical sound sounded, announcing that the match had begun.

Coo-! Coo-!

As the match started, the sound of battle lines erecting shields resounded loudly from both sides of the line.

It is natural to raise the shield as soon as the confrontation begins.

Since shooters holding sniper rifles on both sides are desperate to cut down the core dealers in the middle row, it is common sense for the front line to do their best to raise their shields to protect the dealers from the start.

As soon as I moved forward using the spirit cloth, the appearance of class 10 came into view.

“Hey, that’s an albaek.”

The appearance of the front row of the 1st year class 10 coming in front of my eyes.

Seeing the battle line holding large shields that were difficult to even lift and fixing them to the ground, the strategy of that class was immediately revealed.

Considering that the class president and vice president of class 10 in year 1 are shooters who use sniper rifles as their main weapon and buffers that give buffs.

That class boldly gave up shotgun battles in the front row, used the ‘you come’ strategy with only the firepower of the middle and back rows, and would not move one step.

“It’s terrible.”

This is my least favorite strategy.

When I was young, I hated Terran the most, even in the strategy game stars that all Koreans play, laying a Siege tank in the center and gnawing away metallurgy.

It’s definitely a good strategy for the 10th class of the 1st year, where the strength is in the back row.

The downside of that strategy is obvious.

Those heavy-duty battle lines are so heavy that their shields take quite a while to change, and they are weak against mobile attacks like mine.

So from now on, I’m going to flank the ranks of those 1st year class 10 and disrupt them.

Literally guerrilla.

Sseuseuk.

I was slowly taking a detour to the side using the spirit information.

Cheer.

My body trembled with a chilling feeling.

‘Come’

He quickly pulled out the sword hanging from his waist and scooped up the soil on the ground, scratching the Spirit Charm into the air.

Fuck!

Immediately, a shock came with the sound of something hitting the vomit I had created.

“Ew.”

Despite my obvious blockage, a long, large-caliber bullet broke through the vomit and ricocheted to the side of me, crashing into the ground.

If I hadn’t used the spirit scepter by mixing the magic of rotation while scooping up the soil just now, it would have stuck in my chest.

“It’s pretty dangerous.”

I knew that the combination of the buffer and the sniper would be devastating, but seeing it fit like this makes it feel more real.

OK.

I have set my top priority.

Up on the hill right there.

Those ‘shooters’ and ‘buffers’.

* *

“That crazy bastard.”

Bae Won-hee, the class president of 1st grade class 10, shuddered as she watched the scene just before.

I had heard rumors that I had received a sniper rifle from the front of the 1st grade class 3, but I knew it.

I couldn’t understand it when I saw him hit a lot of his mana and block that large-caliber bullet wrapped in a buffer.

To deflect bullets by creating a whirlwind of dust sucking them in.

What the hell is that crazy bastard?

“Did you succeed?”

“No.”

Bae Won-hee gave a terrifying reply to the vice-captain who was putting a buff on him from the side.

“I guessed roughly. How to do it.”

“Let’s just shoot one more time.”

As he just consumed a lot of mana, he must have consumed her mana as well.

It might work now.

Kirik.

Maneuvering the scope, I looked at the red crosshair overlaid with the correct aim.

“Whoa.”

Breathe in and listen to your heartbeat.

Her eyes turn bright red, and the noises passing by her ears are gradually erased.

Two muscles. Two muscles. Two muscles.

When calculating the wind speed at the bottom of the scope and carefully calculating the trajectory to go to aim with the crosshairs.

Whiik.

Jeong Jo-jun looked ‘this way’.

No, to be precise, he turned his gaze toward the trajectory he was trying to shoot.

In the white space in the middle of the crosshairs.

Jung Jo-jun grinned and looked at ‘himself’.

With that laugh, Bae Won-hee pulled the trigger without realizing it.

The feel of the iron on his fingers deepened, and the vibrations of his body trembled.

Quaang!

With a tremendous sound, a large-caliber bullet loaded with mana and buffs flew toward the target.

Bae Won-hee prayed while watching the large-caliber bullet heading for the target in the slow time with Bullet Time turned on.

‘Please be right!’

However, despite his own prayers, Jeong Jo-jun pulled out the sword from his waist.

Hwareuk.

Splicing the thread of his flame, he tore his own large-caliber bullet in two.

Yes.

Cut off

It was not blocked like before, but cut from the front.

“Mmm.. Crazy!”

Bae Won-hee involuntarily spat out abusive language.

It was the first swear word he spat out on the battlefield to him, who always maintained his level heart and read the war situation.

Tuk-tuk Bae Won-hee said while watching Jeong-joon twirling his knife as if nothing was wrong while shaking his wrist.

“Fuck. Except for me, everyone else in the back row tells them to mark only that guy.”

In the end, Bae Won-hee made a decision.

He decided to block the entry by pouring all his firepower into that monster except for himself and his vice-captain.

It would be a huge loss to continue to consume mana bullets on that guy.

“Okay. All the back row team…!”

Hearing the voice of her vice-president dispensing her own orders, Bae Won-hee regained her level of composure and turned the scope from her straight aim to the 1st grade 5th class.

The power of Class 5 of the first year is concentrated only on the middle heat.

The tankers and snipers deployed in the front and back rows are very weak, so I’ll gnaw them from now on.

“Whoop.”

Swallowing his breath again, Bae Won-hee moved the red crosshairs to find the target.

And soon.

Cooong!

A large-caliber bullet, which spewed fire with a tremendous sound, pierced the sniper in the back row.

“Yes. This is it.”

Bae Won-hee exclaimed with delight as he saw the helplessly incapacitated rear row.

Yeah that makes no sense

These bullets, which were buffed by a mana bullet with plenty of mana and a buffer with high rarity.

It means that the first graders are not at a level that can be stopped.

“Whoa.”

Bae Won-hee held out a red scope and looked for the next target.

First of all, retire all the snipers located in the back row of Class 5 of 1st year.

That way you can run even more.

Cooong!

A large-caliber bullet pierced the sniper again.

“Right.”

Bae Won-hee predicted victory with a faint smile.

Yes.

That monster alone can’t turn the tide of the war.

Even before the class competition started, I had already figured out and analyzed the strength of the 5th class of the 1st year.

Conscious of the firepower of Violet and Aris in the middle row, this strategy led to a war of attrition by erecting a shield with enormous weight and volume.

This is a very advantageous plan for the 1st grade class 5, who has a weak back fever.

“Great.”

Teeing-!

Bae Won-hee caught his breath as he heard the clear sound of the paperclip bouncing after the bullets had been used up.

I saw the ranks of the 1st grade class 5 advancing far away while slowly pushing the burnt clip back in.

“Yes?”

Once again, Bae Won-hee’s ratings were broken.

That’s something

Bae Won-hee rubbed his eyes to see if he was seeing it wrong and looked ahead again.

What was really happening was right.

Now, the front row of the 1st year class 5 threw away their shields and rushed toward this place with the middle and back ranks.

“Me… Me!”

A blatant rush that ignores the middle and rear heat of class 10 in the first year.

At that ignorant and shameless rush, Bae Won-hee growled and quickly pushed the burnt clip in and loaded it.

Yeah, I don’t know what kind of doggie you’re doing.

You should get paid for it

Bae Won-hee caught the mid-heat dealers who were defenselessly exposed to the sniper rifle with bright red eyes.

Aris, the core dealer of Class 1, Class 5, runs towards this place with bright red pigtails.

If you retire from that vice-captain and cut off the core dealers in the middle heat step by step.

Surely this confrontation will end with our victory.

“Whoa.”

That time when you take a deep breath and focus slowly.

“Uh… Huh?!”

I heard the trembling voice of the vice-captain in my hearing, which slowly faded due to bullet time.

I don’t know what it is, but it doesn’t matter now.

Hurry up and get rid of that Aris…

Too-wook! Too-wook!

He felt the vice-captain’s hand hurriedly tap his shoulder.

Bae Won-hee turned his head to the vice-captain annoyed, wanting to know what the hell could have called him even while interfering with a sniping that required extreme concentration.

When he turned his head, the vice-captain was looking up, not at himself.

Let’s naturally follow that line of sight and see the empty space.

“Uh… Huh?!”

Unknowingly, he let out a trembling voice like the vice-captain earlier.

Above that sky.

It was because he could see Jung Joon dragging the tail of a blue current that he did not know where it was coming from.

Even at a glance, the tip of the sword dragging down the lightning was condensed with tremendous electricity.

“Fucked…!”

I hurriedly tried to avoid my body, but soon a blue lightning hit the ground.

Support position-!

The current gradually swelled up.

Quaang!

Streams of electricity stretched out in all directions.