The Chicken Legend's Game Becomes Reality - Chapter 26

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Chapter 26
I immediately purchased an item.
‘Low-Grade Skill Defense 2 Seconds (60C)’ — Will you proceed with purchase? Coins equivalent to the displayed amount will be deducted.
Yes
Given my opponent’s caliber, I suspected a low-grade defensive barrier might not be enough to block an attack skill, but I had no better option.
The result unfolded exactly as I’d feared.
The defensive skill shattered under tremendous pressure that sent my body reeling, and Hwang Beom-young’s fist came hurtling toward me.
Boom!
“…!”
A fist imbued with a skill felt fundamentally different from an ordinary punch.
Like an explosion of gunpowder generating immense force, I could vividly sense the energy within the skill undergoing some transformation, channeling its power through my body.
I blocked the punch cleanly, but the sharp pain crackling up my arm was unavoidable.
‘Insane.’
My bones screamed.
Even with a Hunter’s skill impact and speed reduced this drastically, the item wasn’t entirely useless.
The real problem was the limitation on item usage.
I had 60 coins remaining.
Though I fully anticipated his next attack, I chose not to purchase another item.
Instead, I blocked with my bare hands.
Hwang Beom-young’s fist drove into my abdomen, and the raw, unfiltered skill explosion detonated against my palms.
Crash!
“Ugh!”
Though I cushioned the impact with my hands, the crushing pressure that seemed to pulverize my insides struck my entire body, and my vision swam.
As my breath caught and my body convulsed, Hwang Beom-young casually swept his leg.
My arm shot up reflexively.
Despite managing to block by pressing my arm against my face at the last moment, my body was lifted and sent flying by the skill’s explosion.
Boom—crash!
“Sister!”
With one of my companions’ cry, the world fell silent for a moment.
It felt as though I’d been driven straight into a wall.
I twitched my fingertips to confirm control over my body, but the tremendous pressure from the kick had left my ears ringing so intensely that I couldn’t even hear my own breathing.
‘Damn.’
Fortunately, it was only temporary.
As my hearing gradually returned, I caught Hwang Beom-young’s irritated voice.
“You blocked that too?”
At those words, my lips involuntarily curled upward.
I’d thought he was moving leisurely out of arrogance, underestimating me, but it turned out he’d simply expected me to fail.
‘Even I didn’t know my body would react so instinctively.’
Hwang Beom-young’s voice turned toward his men.
“You lot, move this one already. Pathetic bastard getting hit by skill reflections and all.”
“Yes.”
“Take her to the Hunter Center.”
“You’re really going to verify this?”
“Yeah.”
Hwang Beom-young was ordering his subordinates to move the unconscious man beside me, and it seemed he was in the process of commanding them to move me as well.
The conversation continued.
“I just contacted the Center, and they said this woman’s name and phone number don’t exist anywhere in the Hunter Registry.”
“She’s an unregistered illegal hunter. We saw her using a defensive skill.”
“But it’s possible she used a skill item created by a crafting-class hunter. If that woman is really just an ordinary person, your reputation could be seriously—”
“Did a bullet go through your skull?! Do you have any idea how expensive skill items are?! There’s no way a convenience store clerk could afford something like that!”
A moment of silence followed.
“Um, Young Master. Sorry to interrupt, but… she’s waking up.”
At one man’s cautious report, I felt sharp gazes converge on my face all at once, piercing into me.
I also felt the concerned glances of Mackerel and the Hooligans as they watched me anxiously.
Throbbing.
My hands and arms ached as if they were broken.
My ragged breathing finally became audible to my own ears.
“Huff, huff…”
As I slowly raised my body, something fell from my head.
Patter.
The impact from moments ago had torn through blood vessels; blood streamed relentlessly from my head, throbbing dully with pain.
Seeing the blood made it all feel real.
This raw reality—my ordinary human body battered by hunter skills, bones shattered, flesh torn, blood flowing.
‘That’s right. This is reality.’
God of Fighters, the Virtual Reality combat game, had been truly entertaining.
But something that could never be filled by that alone was now surging abundantly within my chest at this very moment.
Blood. Sweat. Pain.
The sensation of my lungs being crushed, the sense of crisis, fear, anxiety, and the adrenaline coursing through my heart with a sharp, almost painful intensity.
I couldn’t remember how much I’d longed for this.
Every nerve in my body, resonating with pain, was screaming loudly that I was alive like this, asking why it had taken until now to realize it.
“Keke, kekek.”
As an oddly grotesque laugh echoed out, Hwang Beom-young and the hunters looked at me with strange expressions.
I pulled up my item window.
Physical Shield 2 seconds (30C)
Fatigue Wipe (50C)
Low-tier Skill Defense 2 seconds (60C)
These were the only three things I could afford with my remaining coins.
There was no hesitation.
I wanted to fight a bit more.
Purchase ‘Fatigue Wipe (50C)’? Coins equivalent to the displayed amount will be deducted.
Yes.
The moment I used the item, my mind cleared instantly.
It was an item I’d used once before in the Alley, and when I checked at Home later, I discovered it also healed minor wounds.
Though it probably wouldn’t knit bones back together.
Blood pooled at my lips as it trickled down my temple, and I licked it away with my tongue.
“Tastes good.”
It was salty—sweat mixed in.
Limp, limp.
Hwang Beom-young’s expression went slack watching me hobble forward, and the Hunters behind him flinched, taking a step back.
Even as I moved under their piercing gazes, I felt none of the shame and humiliation that had breathed through me like air ever since my legs became crippled.
Exhilaration surged through me.
Without hesitation, I drove my fist into Hwang Beom-young’s vacant face.
Crack!
“!”
My punch was definitely stronger than when I first met him at Hwang Beom-young’s House.
He went down hard.
My right arm seemed damaged from taking that skill earlier, so I’d thrown the punch with my left—yet it still packed this much force.
“What—what the hell?!”
“Why’s he moving so fast?!”
The Hunters positioned around Hwang Beom-young rushed at me, but the moment our eyes met, they flinched violently and retreated.
One of them even instinctively covered his groin.
I must have looked like a mess.
I’d bled quite a bit.
Since this was my first real fight in a while, I’d have preferred the small fry stay out of it.
With my weight ballooned to 120 kilograms and my strength enhanced by the item, only Hwang Beom-young could handle me.
The instant I grabbed his collar and yanked him up, his fist connected with my face.
Crack!
The moment I lost his collar, he grabbed mine instead.
I drove my head forward without hesitation.
Boom!
Hwang Beom-young staggered from the unexpected headbutt, but he didn’t release my collar.
I grabbed his collar too.
Hwang Beom-young and I, both drenched in blood, faced off while locked together.
He gripped not just my collar but my hair as well, glaring at me with savage intensity as if he’d devour me whole.
“Damn it, you really want to die? Do you know who I am?!”
“Hehehehe.”
My mind sharpened to a razor’s edge, and my body trembled instinctively from the Hunter’s lethal aura—laughter spilled from my lips.
My body held firm against his.
Surprisingly, despite being ten centimeters taller, his strength was nearly matched to mine.
The fact that Hwang Beom-young was an exceptionally strong Hunter and world-ranked fighter fed my exhausted, withered pride until it swelled fat with satisfaction.
The fact that I, a cripple with a broken leg, am grappling with a Hunter in reality itself.
Isn’t that insane?
Sensing something in my expression, Hwang Beom-young’s eyes gleamed with an eerie light as he flipped his fist upward.
“You’re laughing?!”
He immediately raised his arm.
Boom!
His skill-infused fist erupted in an explosion, sending my body flying, but my injured leg planted firmly on the ground, bringing me to a rapid halt.
‘Ah.’
My entire body trembled with exhilaration mingled with pain.
Using my left arm instead of my damaged right to block his skill-infused punch, my arm throbbed unnaturally.
It seemed to be fractured or cracked just like my right side.
Hwang Beom-young, who had nearly sent me flying with his skill attack, rushed at me with insane speed and unleashed a barrage of punches at my barely-standing form.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
“Damn! Damn! You cripple with a broken leg!”
Rather than violence, it felt refreshing—like he was pounding my stiffened body awake.
‘This is it.’
So what if I’m crippled?
I can fix it.
As I took the beating with both arms broken, protecting my body, I could feel my muscles holding firm, the solid flesh supporting me, and my two legs sustaining my weight.
‘Ah.’
My two resilient legs—the ones I thought were broken.
Whether the head wound from earlier had torn open again, blood streamed down my face.
Hwang Beom-young, who had been relentlessly pounding me as I could no longer counterattack and only defend, finally caught his breath after his barrage.
“Huff, damn. Nothing special about this.”
“Hehehehe. Hehehehe.”
“….”
Pitter-patter.
Blood or sweat—I couldn’t tell which—dripped profusely onto the Cement Floor.
I lowered the arm I’d been holding up in guard.
Hwang Beom-young froze awkwardly mid-punch, and our eyes met directly.
“…!”
His face was utterly shocked.
I was laughing from genuine amusement, though I felt quite dizzy.
‘Bastard.’
Because Hwang Beom-young had become so earnest and desperate, the sensation of holding the upper hand felt even more exhilarating and sweet.
A Ranker getting scared like this.
He probably wanted to wrap this up, but I won’t fall—and that terrifies him.
That’s right.
You may have started this on your terms, but I decide how it ends.
“This is so much fun!”
“?!”
Crack!
The moment Hwang Beom-young staggered from the impact, my foot connected squarely with his face, snapping his head back violently.
A close-range upward kick.
“Ugh?!”
“Young Master!”
“With legs that thick!”
The roar of the crowd—whether in admiration or shock—was oddly endearing to my ears.
‘How long has it been since this?’
Now that I thought about it, I wasn’t even sure how to lose.
I had no idea.
In truth, I’d never actually lost before; it seemed only my spirit had ever dwelt in that strange space of undefeated defeat.
Thud! Thud! Crack!
With both arms shattered, I had no choice in my options.
“Is he… a cripple with just his legs?”
“That’s almost like an athlete’s level…”
“It’s taekwondo.”
“Insane.”
I could only use my legs.
I didn’t miss the moment Hwang Beom-young took the direct hit and went dazed, unleashing a barrage of consecutive kicks at his face.
The leg I thought was in pain—no, the leg I’d thought was injured—moved fluidly and swiftly.
‘All this would’ve been possible if I’d just built up my strength.’
I wasn’t dead, yet I’d given up so quickly over a mere injury—doubt and exhilaration bloomed simultaneously within me.
Critical, critical, critical.
‘Yesssss—!’
The roaring heat of the Arena echoed in my ears like a phantom sound.
Boom!
After landing several devastating blows in rapid succession, I finished with a powerful kick to his abdomen, creating distance between us and Hwang Beom-young.
The moment Hwang Beom-young fell back, battered and driven down, I could almost see the letters appear.
[You Win!]
His temple split open just as mine had, and blood streamed relentlessly from Hwang Beom-young’s head.
Drip. Drip drip.
Even a nosebleed flowed freely.
Gulp.
The atmosphere among the spectators watching the match turned cold and solemn.
“…”
Hwang Beom-young, lying there in shock and dazed, cursed silently with his expression and tried to push himself up, but staggered and fell again.
Bang!
“Ugh!”
“Young Master!”
“Call an ambulance! Hurry!”
Unable to watch any longer, Sickermans’s men rushed toward Hwang Beom-young.
It was over.
‘Thank you. Thank you.’
Intoxicated by the euphoric rush of victory, I bowed repeatedly toward the men rushing past me.
My victory.
“Kekek. Kekekeke.”
I caught glimpses of the Hooligans’ vacant expressions.
Hwang Beom-young, that arrogant high-ranker barking away in frustration—I wanted to see more of it, but my head was spinning too violently.
‘Just one more round….’
Even knowing this wasn’t a game, my instincts craved the next match—that intoxicating dopamine rush of combat.
My lips trembled and my throat burned as my vision tilted.
Thud.
I must have lost a lot of blood.
But after fighting to my heart’s content for the first time in ages, I realized this cursed body I’d abandoned long ago still had plenty of use left in it.
‘More….’
I could grow far stronger here still.
Weeoo—
Listening to the siren sound like a hallucination, I grinned deliriously before losing consciousness.

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