I Alone Am an EX-Class Summoner - Chapter 99

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I Am Alone EX-Grade Summoner Episode 099

One Week Before the World League (3)

Jinugod.

A legend of “Battle of Summoners” and a genius called Ilcheon (One Sky).

The conqueror of the 99th floor of the Tower of Trials and ranked 1st in player versus player rankings!

And that’s not all?

He broke all weekly dungeon time attack records and showed the incredible feat of taking down that extremely difficult Chaos Dragon raid in under 1 minute – he was a complete monster.

He was even free-to-play at the time!

However, contrary to that prestige, Jinugod’s influence in reality was minimal.

“Jinugod? That legend the Five Emperors praise? Is he even a real person?”

“South Korea, that tiny country had such a person? Stop joking around.”

“Even if he existed, so what. Reality is what matters, right? So who’s the current world ranking 1st? Isn’t it Rachel?”

“Sorry, but games and reality are different. At best, it’s probably just nostalgia for an old game.”

“Honestly, isn’t it most likely he died somewhere?”

There had been no news for a whole 4 years.

Naturally, the name ‘Jinugod’ mentioned in the very early days could only remain as something elusive.

He was gradually forgotten.

Interest gradually dulled.

Now no one even cared.

Even if he appeared?

The current legend Rachel’s status was much greater.

However, one country.

South Korea was not like that.

As a summoning backward country, they desperately needed hope, and a kind of national pride began to set in.

‘Even if we’re a backward country now, we once had such a player!’

‘Wow, a player that all Five Emperors respect without end!’

‘We were originally a gaming nation! Our potential can’t be ignored by the five major powers, right?’

Jinugod.

To be honest, that nickname was only famous in South Korea.

In foreign countries, it was just “Who the fuck!”

The Five Emperors only mentioned him briefly at first, and Jinugod was a nickname that never appeared even once in official settings afterward.

Click-click-click-click!

The journalists busily pressing their shutters now couldn’t understand it either.

Why is the British Prime Minister

shaking hands like that with that country’s national team?

Could it be because of that being called Jinugod that South Korea still believes in and claims exists?

Videos of Baek Jin-woo had been circulating.

They said he showed tremendous performance in the preliminaries.

‘But so what?’

‘Isn’t that just like being selected for playing ball well in an early morning soccer club?’

‘Bullying South Korean kids isn’t that impressive. It’s just being a frog in a well.’

‘Even if he’s strong, it hasn’t been proven yet…’

Journalists from all countries stared intently at that scene and delivered the news to their home countries.

Whether he’s a real legend.

Or whether he’s fake.

It was one of the events to watch in this tournament.

“Ughhhh.”

“Haaa!”

Baek Jin-woo and the guild members, completely exhausted, collapsed onto their beds.

It was a super luxurious hotel room provided by the British side.

Yu Ji-a, who was watching them, shook her head.

“Is everyone okay?”

“Ugh, do we look okay?”

The hangover was too severe.

This was the first time in his life drinking so much so quickly.

‘But.’

It was fun.

The time spent laughing together and enjoying good food was nice, and it was good to let go of all stress and just enjoy without thinking about anything for the first time in a while.

He just wished he could get rid of the hangover quickly.

Wouldn’t that be possible if the performance of his mental cultivation technique improved?

“By the way.”

Hwang Ju-won, lying on the next bed, chuckled.

“That British Prime Minister was completely kind, honestly that was the first time I saw such behavior. It was like he became a completely different person?”

“Really. He shook hands with everyone and even took pictures.”

The guild members nearby nodded and agreed enthusiastically.

“Our country receiving such treatment overseas! I’m completely moved.”

“Do people around the world believe in Jinugod’s existence too?”

Baek Jin-woo shook his head.

“That’s probably not it.”

Even while drunk, he felt the surrounding gazes.

Doubt, and a trace of suspicion.

Then why was the British Prime Minister being so kind to him?

‘There’s only one answer.’

Thud!

Baek Jin-woo collapsed again and closed his eyes.

‘Rachel.’

The alliance formed this time and the treatment he’s receiving now must all be Rachel’s influence.

Yet she still hasn’t come to see him.

Is she being cautious?

Well, they’ll inevitably face each other during the matches anyway, so it doesn’t matter.

Then, Gi Jae-hyeok said with a smile.

“But hyung! If you’re really Jinugod, you must have had a lot of friendship with Rachel too?”

“Friendship…”

Baek Jin-woo muttered.

“If having conversations counts as friendship, then I guess so?”

“How is she, Rachel? There’s a huge fuss overseas too. They say she’s a peerless beauty.”

When selecting the most beautiful person in the world, various factors like inclusiveness, charm, elegance, etc. are considered.

Among them, Rachel was selected as the woman with the most beautiful proportions, consistently ranking 1st in fashion magazine surveys conducted every year.

“I don’t know how she is or anything. We really just exchanged a few words in the game, that’s all.”

Though those few words were over 5 years…

Anyway, that’s not what’s important right now.

“In any case, everyone get plenty of rest.”

Baek Jin-woo said to all the guild members.

“We have to start training seriously again from tomorrow.”

World League, D-6 days.

It was time to adjust to the time difference and fine-tune their control one last time.

“Hmm.”

London, Red Rose Headquarters.

A blonde woman who had been sweating profusely in the training room there wiped her hair with a towel.

Rachel, boasting an incredible figure and proportions.

A player who had been watching her approached.

“Sis, aren’t you training a bit too hard?”

The woman calling Rachel “sis” was also an incredible ranker.

World ranking 6th place, Olivia!

“Hard training, my foot.”

Rachel’s sullen expression was filled with worry.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

“Just.”

“Don’t tell me… it’s not because of that South Korean man Baek Jin-woo, is it?”

“…”

Rachel didn’t bother to answer.

Olivia let out a deep sigh.

“Ugh, I’m right. Just go see him. Why are you suffering like this over something you could just talk about face to face?”

“That person doesn’t really like sudden approaches.”

This was the assessment of Jinugod during the Battle of Summoners days.

Sensitive.

Holds grudges.

A difficult person in some way.

No current ranker knows what efforts Rachel put in to keep him in the group chat.

“Come on, who would dislike it when you visit them, sis?”

“Why would I?”

“Because you’re pretty.”

“…”

Rachel’s face contorted.

‘It’s not such a simple problem.’

Having felt Jinugod’s talent up close from before, she instinctively knew.

‘He’s not the type of genius that people like us can approach.’

He was something beyond what people call a genius.

Otherwise, he couldn’t have broken through to the 99th floor of Battle of Summoners, known as hell difficulty among hells, without spending money.

‘I absolutely must not get on his bad side.’

Don’t make an enemy of Baek Jin-woo!

She knew this instinctively and made this resolution.

Like divine words carved into the mind of a fanatic.

‘For now, I won’t approach until he comes to me.’

And.

“Olivia.”

“Yeah?”

“Maybe winning this World League might be difficult.”

“Huh? Does that make sense?”

Olivia was dumbfounded.

She knew Rachel’s strength better than anyone.

“Don’t tell me it’s because of Jinugod? That doesn’t make sense. I saw that video floating around too, you know? Setting you aside, he’s at a level I could handle myself…”

“…”

Right.

That could be true.

If she actually fought against the Baek Jin-woo from that video?

She was over 99% confident she would win.

‘But.’

You can’t approach a match against Baek Jin-woo with probability concepts.

He’s always a player who creates upsets.

“Come on, sis.”

Olivia chuckled.

“You must be pretty stressed from climbing the tower lately. Take it easy.”

“…Well.”

Rachel nodded.

What’s the point of talking endlessly in front of someone who hasn’t properly experienced him yet?

They’ll find out during this World League.

His greatness.

It won’t be too late to explain after that.

“Everyone, gather around for a moment.”

Hwang Ju-won gathered the guild members with his characteristic smile.

“Guild master over there, and Representative Yu Ji-a, please come this way too.”

After finishing training and calling everyone together, he rubbed his palms together with an expectant expression.

“Now, I have something I’d like to propose.”

What is it.

What exactly is making him make such a scheming expression?

Baek Jin-woo also sat on a nearby sofa out of curiosity.

“First, guild master.”

“Yes?”

“Can we really make it to the semifinals or higher with our actual skills?”

“Hmm.”

Baek Jin-woo, who had been thinking, nodded.

Until the round of 16, it’s a multi-player tournament, but from the round of 16 onwards, it’s a tournament by country.

As long as Baek Jin-woo is there?

It’s a game they can’t lose.

Unless there’s the variable of meeting Rachel in the round of 16.

But, well.

Baek Jin-woo has never actually considered defeat in his dictionary.

“I don’t know about semifinals, but I’m only looking at victory.”

Rachel or whatever.

Approaching a game with the mindset of losing?

That’s not Baek Jin-woo’s style.

“Wow!”

“As expected, guild master!”

“Of course, if it’s our guild master, it’s worth hoping for.”

“Ugh, I’m already getting excited? Our country winning the World League… Does that even make sense?”

Anyone listening might call it crazy talk, but the national team didn’t think so.

To them, Baek Jin-woo was a sacred territory beyond belief.

The more they trained, the more they couldn’t picture Baek Jin-woo losing.

Even against that incredible Rachel.

“Then, you see.”

Again, Hwang Ju-won continued speaking.

“How about we try some betting?”

“Betting?”

Yu Ji-a’s eyes sparkled as she listened.

Betting means wagering money to predict wins and losses and earning money according to the odds!

It’s an opportunity to dramatically increase Yubaek’s assets.

“No one in the world is predicting our country’s victory. That means we have incredibly high odds, right? Can we just let this slide?”

“We can’t let it slide!”

“Absolutely can’t let it slide! Where do we need to go?”

“Should we bet our entire fortune on making it to the round of 16?”

“No, no, wait a minute.”

Hwang Ju-won calmed down the excited guild members.

Then he looked at Yu Ji-a.

“Representative.”

“Yes?”

“First of all, there’s exactly one casino recognized by the British Players Association, right? The betting limit there is exactly 1 billion per person. They manage it extremely thoroughly, so there’s no way to cheat.”

“Hehe, are you asking for support?”

“No, no.”

Hwang Ju-won waved his hands dismissively, then looked at Yu Ji-a.

“How about we properly multiply our available 11 billion? We can use the money we earn for SKY’s operating funds or whatever.”

Oho.

Baek Jin-woo, who had been listening, nodded his head.

Hwang Ju-won.

He definitely has experience.

Also, he’s someone who pursues collective interests over personal greed.

If Hong Ari becomes a sub-guild master, maybe an advisor position would be good too?

“Okay, sounds good.”

The one who answered wasn’t Yu Ji-a, but Baek Jin-woo.

“Where is that casino? Training is over, so shall we go have some fun?”

At his declaration, “Wow!” another cheer erupted.

Lately, the guild members were truly blessed in many ways.

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