The Chicken Legend's Game Becomes Reality - Chapter 22

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Chapter 22
He grabbed the back of my neck and hauled me up with brute force.
Sheathing his knife, he shoved me hard.
“?!”
I staggered and quickly planted my feet, but I couldn’t regain my balance and collapsed.
Damn it.
This bastard’s legs.
As I scrambled on the ground trying to push myself up, the Delinquents, claiming to be on my side, helped me to my feet.
The man’s eyes flickered with interest as he noticed the state of my legs.
“What, you’re a cripple?”
The children from over there approached and nailed down the man’s identity.
“Hwang Beom-young? Who’s that?”
The children on the first floor of the Mansion looked down at us.
The High School Boys also turned their gaze toward me.
One of them burst into tears the moment he saw me, and the atmosphere turned frigid.
“Do you know him?”
Hwang Beom-young spun the knife in his hand with practiced ease, then snapped it shut and approached slowly—his height was considerable.
If I could feel it this acutely, he had to be close to six feet three.
With a naturally large frame and thick, defined musculature, coupled with sharp, fierce eyes, the sheer pressure radiating from him when viewed head-on was overwhelming.
Like a black predator.
“….”
Instead of answering, I kept my mouth shut.
The Delinquents and High School Boys had been watching my every move this whole time.
Thanks to the emotional discipline I’d cultivated back when I was an athlete, I probably looked composed on the surface, but internally I was wound tight as a spring.
I wanted nothing more than to abandon everything and bolt, but it was already too late.
“I asked if you know him, ?!”
Crack!
The knife in Hwang Beom-young’s hand flew from his grip.
‘At least it’s not a sword.’
The moment I slashed my palm across Hwang Beom-young’s face, his entourage—who’d been watching—gasped in shock, their mouths falling open.
“Take the kids and go.”
The Delinquents, equally stunned as they looked at me, swallowed hard and moved quickly.
One of them picked up the fallen knife and shoved it into his pocket.
‘They’ve got sense.’
Though they were Back Alley Delinquents, they were still my allies, and seeing them look out for my safety stirred something like teamwork in me for the first time in a while.
We’d made a plan on the way here.
The original strategy was to quietly extract the kids depending on how things unfolded, and if a fight became unavoidable, I’d step in and buy us time.
Of course, I hadn’t known this place was a Hunter Hideout back then.
‘Winning is impossible.’
That much became clear the moment I landed that punch on Hwang Beom-young.
With my current level of strength, I couldn’t just defeat Hwang Beom-young—even facing him properly was a struggle.
He merely staggered back slightly from my punch, nothing more.
I could buy Strength Level 2 from the Coin Market as a last resort, but I desperately wanted to scrape together fifty thousand coins as quickly as possible to fix my leg.
So I would endure skillfully until the Delinquents who came with me brought the motorcycle parked nearby.
‘If those bastards betray me and leave me behind, I’m finished.’
Anxiety crept up despite the nonexistent trust, but this wasn’t the time for such thoughts.
Hwang Beom-young slowly straightened his head.
“…I didn’t expect a cripple to throw the first punch at me.”
In Hwang Beom-young’s eyes fixed on me, I sensed the madness of a werewolf driven insane by the full moon.
The ones who appeared to be Hwang Beom-young’s gang didn’t even think to catch the High School Boys fleeing with the Older Brother, instead staring at me with tense faces.
They seemed excited.
Their gazes—as if asking “Are you insane?”—only heightened the already unbearable tension.
‘Damn, damn, damn.’
The more tense I became, the more I revived the mentality from my athlete days of charging straight ahead, and I acted on it—but the killing intent of a Hunter I’d never experienced before made my legs tremble.
Yet this wasn’t my first time facing someone one-on-one.
Even as my heart raced, my mind grew sharper, my body recalled exactly what needed to be done in this situation, and I moved on pure instinct.
His eyes gleamed.
Whoosh!
His fist came down at me with brutal directness.
His movement was too fast to see clearly, but by watching where his feet planted and how his fist rose, by keeping my eyes locked on his gaze, the trajectory was entirely predictable.
Against a cripple like me, there was no reason for him to employ any elaborate technique.
I barely slipped the incoming punch, immediately seized his arm in a tight grip, planted my good leg firmly on the ground, and hurled him with all my strength.
Crash!
A strangled cry.
A sharp intake of breath came from the spectators.
As if I were in an arena, as if I’d won a match, the sensation was so nostalgic and dear that my chest swelled for a moment.
‘That’s the power of my body weight, you bastard.’
The moment I threw Hwang Beom-young, I bolted forward on my damaged leg.
Reinforcements were coming.
Vroom!
Along with the loud noise that had been growing louder, one of the Delinquents appeared riding an unnecessarily flashy motorcycle.
“Sister!”
It was thanks to them insisting on being fully prepared and bringing a truck large enough to carry multiple people, complete with the bike loaded inside.
I’d thought it was overkill, but they were right.
Of course, if they’d told me beforehand that this place was a Hunter Hideout, I wouldn’t have come at all.
“Hurry!”
I immediately jumped on the back.
Hwang Beom-young’s gang made no move to chase or block us, simply standing idly within the Mansion’s Garden.
Vroooom—!
We escaped safely.
Yet it seemed I wasn’t the only one unsettled by how easily everything had unfolded.
“….”
“….”
After the silence, the man ahead spoke.
“…Sister, what do we do now?”
I’d touched a nerve with Hwang Beom-young.
The shocked expressions on Hwang Beom-young’s gang’s faces—glimpsed in passing as I fled—had burned into my mind with ominous clarity.
“Why the hell did you raise your brother like that and drag me into this mess?”
“I apologize.”
Still, I was genuinely grateful they’d come to retrieve me instead of leaving me there.
It would have been horrific to be left alone.
Hwang Beom-young only got away with it because he underestimated me as a cripple; if I’d faced a proper combat-class Hunter with that kind of physical prowess, I wouldn’t have left a bone unbroken.
“Phone number. Exchange.”
“Yes.”
Given the situation, there was nothing for it but to exchange numbers with these guys and share information while keeping watch over Hwang Beom-young.
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Saturday morning.
The day after I’d pulled off my Shawshank escape in the early hours and collapsed into sleep.
[“You don’t think Hwang Beom-young will make a move today, do you? My brother just left for academy.”]
“You’ve been watching too many movies.”
[“I’m worried. Hwang Beom-young isn’t your average guy…”]
It turned out the delinquent gang I’d met in the back alley were surprisingly decent college students who’d even completed their military service.
The leader’s name was Park Hyung-jin, and his slightly more refined younger brother was Park Hyung-woo.
Click, click.
I sat at my computer talking with Park Hyung-jin and logged into YouTube.
Since I’d participated in God Opal’s test tournament recently, I wondered if videos had been uploaded to the internet like last time.
“Hwang Beom-young’s family guild is Hwang Hae Guild. If you’re that worried, try contacting them.”
[“What? Aren’t they in on it together?”]
“They might not be.”
Since Hwang Beom-young was a God Opal ranker, I’d seen gossip about him on related sites.
Hwang Hae Guild being a family-run enterprise meant Hwang Beom-young’s mother’s siblings were guild executives.
Apparently his aunt in particular handles him almost exclusively, and when he caused trouble at school, she came in person to apologize.
Since she seemed to be having a headache over her nephew, she might appreciate a heads-up.
“Contact the police too, just in case. But they won’t act immediately without evidence. We’re not being stalked or threatened or anything.”
[“That’s true.”]
“Contacting the parents is best. Ask them to pass word to the principal.”
[“Will that really work?”]
“Will it work? You do whatever it takes to survive, don’t you? If a fight breaks out with Hunter Mi-ja and her crew, it’s over. Once things happen and they move, it’s too late. Contact them. You understand?”
[“Yes.”]
I ended the call.
I sat down at the computer and began scrolling through YouTube in earnest, and as expected, related videos had already been uploaded.
The highlight reel featured me shredding two Japanese players to tatters, dispatching both of them in quick succession, and dying in the process.
‘An honorable death, indeed.’
Feeling secretly satisfied, I tapped into the comment section.
—Oh, Chicken Goddess
—This is the Hunter Olympics lol Where’d Baek Hee-an go lol So God Opal officially chose Chicken as Korea’s representative??
—Sister Chicken is insane lol
—Wow, seeing all the God Opal highlights compiled together really stirs the soul
—Nah lol this is hilarious lol The guys who got stomped in the highlights aren’t they famous hunters from Japan lol
—Curious what Japan’s reaction is
—Looking at the players in the Top Ten highlights, they’re basically all rankers. Seems like the tournament organizers are focusing the cameras on the rankers.
—Excited to see how a game company rolling in money will run this tournament
—https://nurtu.be/sK6LziM78o Here’s the full video recorded by our Sister Chicken herself, please subscribe and like
—The fans are doing marketing lol
—This legendary Chicken channel has already surpassed 100,000 subscribers in less than a week of being created. Come on in, come on in
Already over 100,000 subscribers?
I checked the channel, and it was true.
With only two live streams and two uploaded videos so far, it was growing like a beanstalk, explosively and without restraint.
“This is insane profit!”
It was all thanks to God Opal, who used the company’s money to promote my game character, Chicken Bulssdagu, on billboards across the entire world.
My heart raced as the channel I’d created just to earn some chicken money skyrocketed.
I was thrilled.
If I played my cards right, I could earn passive income and maybe even move out of the semi-basement into a proper home before the year was out.
‘It’s been a while since I’ve gone out. I should buy some things.’
It was time to splurge on all the items I couldn’t afford before.
I quickly got dressed.

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