S-Classes That I Raised to Devour - Chapter 9

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Episode 9. Runaway Kim Yeoul (1)
Chae Mujin stared intently at the man before him.
If not for the Germanium Bracelet on his wrist, he wouldn’t have recognized him as Kim Yeoul.
Her curly hair had straightened and splayed wildly, and her eyes held the predatory gaze of a beast stalking prey.
‘Her build has changed completely.’
The frame that had resembled an ordinary woman’s had transformed into a tall, lean form rippling with battle-honed muscle.
This wasn’t the kind of disguise where Superman couldn’t be recognized because of his glasses.
It was as though she’d become an entirely different person.
‘Some Skills include transformation, but Kim Yeoul doesn’t have one.’
And it wasn’t just her appearance that had changed.
Thump.
The moment her feet kicked off the ground, her massive frame vanished from sight.
She arched backward like doing the limbo. A crimson fist streaked past my face.
Dignity be damned—I rolled clear and dodged the follow-up kick.
To block would be suicide. Even a graze meant fatal damage.
When I evaded, Kim Yeoul’s expression shifted to mock surprise.
In that opening, I cried out with all my strength.
“Attack now, while I have her attention!”
Nothing. Heart pounding, I turned to look—and cursed myself.
“These clever bastards.”
The ones who’d ambushed us had already fled. They’d abandoned their Healer ally in the process.
“How’d you dodge that? You look weak.”
Kim Yeoul spoke in a voice like scraping metal.
Collection Target: Kim Yeoul
Favor Debt: 192
[Collection List]
Trait:
‣Heavenly Dragon Eight-Part Yaksha (S)―1,000,000 [Collection Impossible]
Skill:
‣Crimson Gauntlet (S)―1,000,000 [Collection Impossible]
Item:
None
「Trait—Heavenly Dragon Eight-Part Yaksha (S)」
•Reduces all ranged and environmental damage by 90%
•Reduces all status abnormality effects and duration by 90%
•Recovers 10% of the damage dealt as health
•Gains a shield equal to 10% of damage taken
•Resurrection upon death. Cooldown: 30 days
「Skill—Crimson Gauntlet (S)」
•Upon activation, a crimson aura manifests around the fists.
•Physical attack power increases by 100%, and deals additional magical damage equal to 200% of physical attack power.
(This effect is amplified by 2% per level)
•Upon hit, the target’s recovery effects for 60 seconds are redirected to the caster instead.
•Upon hit, steals 10% of the target’s maximum health and mana. This effect triggers only once and persists until combat ends.
•If the target dies, 10% of their health and mana are stolen permanently.
“This is driving me crazy.”
I’d expected Kim Yeoul, the ultimate villain, to possess an S-rank Skill.
But not two of them.
What was truly infuriating was how perfectly the Trait and Skill complemented each other.
‘My Collection Skill can’t reveal her class, but just looking at these abilities tells me everything. Kim Yeoul right now isn’t a mage. She’s a fighter.’
From the perspective of someone meant to nurture and steal these powers, two S-rank Skills was a fortune to behold.
The problem was that the monster wielding those S-rank Skills was trying to kill me right now.
“I am not your enemy,” I said evenly.
Combat wasn’t my specialty. If dialogue was possible, couldn’t persuasion work?
“I don’t care. Just die.”
She spoke once and vanished from sight. This time without a sound.
‘That earlier speed wasn’t her true limit?’
I couldn’t predict where Kim Yeoul would strike. But I could sense where the attack was coming from.
The moment I felt a slight tremor in my right hair, I snapped my head away.
Each time the crimson afterimage grazed past, my skin crawled.
The Healer who’d been hit first—I’d kept him alive by casting a defensive buff, but I couldn’t buff myself.
“You’re slow, yet you dodge everything I throw at you.”
After dodging seven consecutive strikes, Kim Yeoul spoke again.
I had no breath left to respond.
My entire body thundered like a single heartbeat, and breathing itself felt impossible.
Because I was weak, I’d trained harder than anyone else. I’d learned the ways to survive, and perfected them.
Others questioned why a Supporter would bother conditioning. Weren’t others supposed to protect him anyway?
As if real Hunters would always shield me.
‘If others won’t protect me, am I just supposed to accept death quietly?’
Like now.
A Supporter isn’t a priority target like a Healer. Which means I had to learn to survive alone.
Supporters who can’t do that always die first.
Having survived this long, my mind stayed cold even as my body burned.
‘At least I’m grateful for one thing—meeting Yaksha before she’d fully grown. If I’d faced a mature version, predictive dodging wouldn’t work at all.’
But I couldn’t evade forever, and my pathetic damage output couldn’t bring Yaksha down.
I needed a variable.
That variable lay right before me: the unconscious Kim Jiwoo.
‘Sooner than expected, but this is goodbye, Kim Jiwoo.’
I activated my EX-rank Skill—Collection—on him.
[Collected Trait: Sword Ghost Soul (A) and Skill: Taishan Bo Dao (C) from target Kim Jiwoo.]
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The one Trait and Skill stolen from Kim Jiwoo possessed straightforward utility.
「Trait—Sword Ghost Soul (A)」
Activation Condition: Blade equipped
•Swordsmanship Proficiency +100
•Swordsmanship Talent +1
•For each level, the equipped blade’s attack power and durability increase by 1%.
「Skill—Taishan Bo Dao (C)」
Activation Condition: Blade equipped
A quick dash over short distance, striking downward with the blade.
•Deals damage equal to 150% of weapon attack power. (This increases by 1% per level.)
The moment I acquired Sword Ghost Soul, I became a master swordsman.
‘Kim Jiwoo, you crazy bastard. You had this gift and still stopped at A-rank Hunter?’
Memories flashed of him fumbling against goblins.
If that clumsy display was the enhanced version, then originally he must have been hopelessly uncoordinated with negative sword talent.
“Now we’re cooking.”
I recovered the dagger the goblins had been using. Crude, but sufficient to benefit from Sword Ghost Soul.
Even when I took up the dagger, Kim Yeoul laughed.
Like a child who’d found an entertaining toy. But without any affection for it.
Instead, I felt pure malice—a determination to break it.
Silence descended. The wind stilled. The world seemed to pause.
One second stretched like a minute, and simply standing there drained stamina from tension alone.
The pressure threatened madness, but I refused to panic.
When it came to endurance in combat, I yielded to no one.
Scrape.
The sound of Yaksha dragging her foot thundered in my ears.
In an instant, it felt like my body shifted right.
Was it coming from the right? Or perhaps the left instead?
Neither.
I mustn’t be deceived.
Not that Yaksha was deceiving me—I was deceiving myself.
She’d tried a direct frontal assault twice and failed, so surely she wouldn’t try a third time from the front. That psychological resistance.
But Yaksha’s third attack came straight ahead too. Because she was underestimating me.
In a single exchange, I grasped her nature.
A tyrant type: she loved overwhelming opponents through sheer speed and strength. She’d never change her approach, only accelerate and intensify.
When Yaksha vanished, I’d already activated my Skill the moment I heard her feet drag.
Whoosh, crack!
Taishan Bo Dao.
I rushed in before her attack completed, bringing the blade down on her shoulder.
The blade bit deep into flesh, but her muscle contracted and clamped down on the steel.
The force was such that even pulling with both hands yielded nothing.
‘I knew she was a monster, but this is something else.’
I’d anticipated it anyway. I released the blade and bolted.
Yaksha’s expression turned incredulous—she hadn’t expected me to abandon the weapon.
“No pride? You coward!”
“Pride’s a luxury only the living can afford.”
“You won’t be living much longer.”
Yaksha bent her knees deeply.
Seeing this, Chae Mujin stopped fleeing as if he’d been waiting, and equipped an item.
[Supply-Grade Mana Storage Bracelet equipped.]
Equipped Items: 1/6
Stored Mana: 10/10
“Running is strategy too. Didn’t you know?”
I cast a buff on Yaksha, trying to kill me. A movement speed buff.
Spending 9.9 mana, I increased her movement speed by a staggering 990—equivalent to a KTX train’s 300 km/h velocity.
Yaksha understood that Chae Mujin had done something to her, but chose to ignore it.
The Trait “Heavenly Dragon Eight-Part Yaksha” reduced all status abnormality effects and duration by 90%, so whatever debuff or curse he’d placed would be meaningless.
Of course, what Chae Mujin had given her wasn’t a curse—it was a buff.
Boom!
With a sound like a cannon firing, Yaksha rocketed skyward.
Only then did Yaksha realize something had gone terribly wrong, but it was too late.
Her target, Chae Mujin, was far behind her. The tremendous velocity and wind pressure made it nearly impossible to open her eyes.
But in that chaos, she could see something.
A massive cliff looming ahead.
Chae Mujin hadn’t been running. He’d been leading her toward the cliff face.
‘I need to stop.’
Yaksha thrashed her body, trying to slow down, but it was useless.
Her speed barely diminished, nowhere near enough to prevent collision.
The cliff, which had been impossibly distant, now filled her vision completely.
An instant before impact, Yaksha—Kim Yeoul’s second self—suddenly recalled a single name.
Until now, she had remembered no one. She’d killed everyone she saw. But in this moment, for the first time in her existence, she held someone’s name in her mind.
“Chae Mujin.”
Crash!
Yaksha, slamming into the cliff at 252 km/h, wore not a fierce snarl but a satisfied smile as consciousness fled.
“You’re fun.”
Rumble-rumble-rumble!
Her words were buried beneath the collapse of rock and stone.

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