Chương 7: Chapter 7: Chicken
Jaemin leaned back in his chair, spreading his arms dramatically. "Eat whatever you want." he said, grinning like he owned the place. "It's all on me!"
He turned to Dowan and me, raising his glass. "How much do you two drink? Come on, let's hear it."
Dowan fidgeted awkwardly, avoiding eye contact. "Uh… I've never been drunk before, so… I don't really know."
Jaemin slapped his thigh and laughed obnoxiously, clearly amused by Dowan. "Never been drunk before? Then you must be great at it! The first time's always the best."
I glanced at the drink he held up and turned back to my plate. Alcohol wasn't my thing, and I didn't need it to enjoy the food. I picked at the chicken and grilled fish on the table, carefully avoiding the pork dishes. My focus remained on eating, not bothering to join in their chatter.
Jaemin, still yapping away, leaned back again and smirked. "My wallet should be here soon." he said slyly, referring to someone I already knew.
Right on cue, the door opened, and Jihan Yoo stepped inside, his timid demeanor written all over his face. "I booked the room for two hours." he said softly, glancing nervously at Jaemin.
Jaemin's grin immediately disappeared, replaced by a scowl. He slammed his drink on the table and stood up. "Two hours? That's it? Are you fucking kidding me, you cheap bastard?"
Jihan flinched, taking a step back as Jaemin loomed over him.
Before Jaemin could say another word, I casually turned my head and stared at him.
Just one look.
Jaemin froze, his mouth slightly open. He blinked, his anger faltering under my steady gaze, and then, to my amusement, he hesitated and sat back down like a deflated balloon.
I patted the empty seat next to me and gestured for Jihan to sit. "Here." I said firmly, my tone leaving no room for argument.
Jihan hesitated for a moment, looking between me and Jaemin, before walking over and sitting down timidly.
I didn't waste any time. "Why are you letting Jaemin push you around?" I asked bluntly, my voice calm but direct as I tore into a piece of chicken.
Jihan fidgeted with his hands, avoiding my gaze. "I… I…"
I shook my head, pointing the chicken leg I was holding directly at his face. "You're a disappointment." I said flatly, taking another bite and chewing before continuing. "But I've decided something. You're going to teach me martial arts and sports."
Jihan's eyes widened, his shock evident. "What?" he stammered.
I gave him a look that screamed, Are you dumb? "What? Surprised?"
He nodded, still too confused to say anything meaningful.
I leaned back in my chair, smirking. "It's simple. Just by looking at someone's body, you can tell if they're trained or not. And only untrained people can't do that." I pointed the chicken leg toward Jaemin, who was gripping his glass tightly, his knuckles white from the pressure.
"See? It's obvious." I said, my smirk growing as Jaemin averted his gaze.
"I…" Jihan hesitated, his voice barely above a whisper.
Before he could finish, the door slammed open, hitting the wall with a loud bang.
All heads turned to the entrance.
A large, heavy-set man stepped inside, his clothes drenched in blood. His chest rose and fell heavily, and his face twisted in a mix of ruthlessness and pride.
It was Yook Man Chun.
The room fell into an eerie silence, the tension so thick it was suffocating.
Yook Man Chun stepped further into the room, his presence heavy and menacing. He wiped some blood from his sleeve, his expression twisting in annoyance. "Got into some small trouble on the way here." he muttered, his voice gruff. "Took a little time to take care of it."
His eyes scanned the room before landing on Dowan. A smirk curled his lips. "And who's this little bitch?" he asked, his tone dripping with disdain.
Jaemin jumped in quickly, his grin returning as he gestured toward Dowan. "Oh, that's my friend." he said eagerly. Then, turning to Dowan, he added, "Chun's the little brother of the guy who works here. Cool, huh?"
I chuckled, shaking my head as I glanced at Dowan. "So, you're just gonna let this middle-aged man disrespect you like that?" I asked, smirking.
Chun's head snapped toward me, a vein visibly throbbing on his temple. His towering figure loomed over me as I continued to eat, calmly picking apart a piece of fish.
"Who the fuck are you?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
I didn't look at him, taking another bite of fish with deliberate slowness. When I finally stopped, I looked at the fish with a mock expression of horror.
"Damn!" I said loudly, holding the plate up slightly. "Why did the food get darker? Is that blood?!" My face contorted into a ridiculous mix of disgust and disbelief as I turned to Chun. "Did you ruin my food?"
Chun's fists clenched, his patience clearly wearing thin. Meanwhile, Jaemin took the opportunity to jump in, pointing at me with an eager expression. "You see, Chun, this bastard humiliated me earlier at the entrance. I brought him here so you could teach him a lesson!"
Chun's eyes narrowed as he turned his attention back to me. He stepped closer, raising his hand to grip my head. But before his fingers could touch me, I stood up in one fluid motion and unleashed an upward kick aimed directly at his chin.
The impact snapped his head back violently, his teeth gritting as he stumbled.
I smirked, my leg still raised. "You know." I said, my tone casual, "I really love hitting people's chins. It's satisfying."
Chun's face contorted with rage, and he rushed forward, throwing a punch with all his weight behind it. I lowered my still-stretched leg, using it to deflect his attack with a precise movement.
The impact rattled my foot slightly, a dull numbness spreading through it, but I didn't let it show. My eyes sharpened as I decided it was time to use the skill properly.
'Let's see what happens with mana.' I thought.
As Chun reeled back for another punch, I focused, activating Blind Spot Strike. My leg glowed faintly with an electric blue aura that only I could see. The movement felt sharper, faster, as if the energy was guiding it.
Spending 20 MP, I aimed for Chun's temple. My kick blurred for a split second before the point of my shoe connected with devastating precision.
Chun's head snapped violently to the right, blood spraying from the point of impact as his body was sent flying into the wall. The loud *crash* echoed in the room as his massive frame crumpled to the ground, leaving a bloodstain on the wall behind him.
The room fell silent.
Jaemin's face turned pale, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Dowan looked between me and Chun, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief.
Siyeon, standing off to the side, crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes, observing me with a calculating gaze.
I smiled, rolling my shoulder as I put my leg back down. But behind the grin, I felt the lingering numbness in my foot. Deflecting Chun's punch earlier had sent a shock through me, our stats were clearly on different levels.
Still, I didn't let it show. That small numbness wasn't going to stop me.
I straightened, brushing imaginary dust from my clothes.
'It's time to earn some credits.'
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What active/passive skill should he get next?
I was also thinking of making him create his own business and organization ecc. Suggestions?
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