The Chicken Legend's Game Becomes Reality - Chapter 27

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Chapter 27
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Looking back, the pain of being abandoned cut deeper than the shock of learning my legs would never fully heal.
The moment the doctors diagnosed the permanent damage, my parents fell apart.
Their marriage had only held together by the thinnest thread of hope—my success.
Everything felt like my fault.
I’d injured my legs saving someone at the Accident Scene.
Even modern medicine’s dazzling advances, which could fix almost anything, proved useless.
My happy future with family, the dream I’d nearly grasped, the hope that everything would turn out fine—all of it scattered like bubbles, and when I came to my senses, I was in a Semi-basement One-room Apartment.
‘….’
I’m watching myself from that time.
A massive, bloated mass huddled in a moldy one-room apartment, flesh hanging loose and heavy.
‘I’m sorry.’
‘….’
‘Just because Mom and Dad abandoned you doesn’t mean I should have abandoned you too.’
The pain I couldn’t tend to back then—too young, too weak—my despair and depression.
Now I’ve come because I think I can rise again.
The grotesquely hollow eyes and the black mass weeping silently while black liquid streamed from its entire body asked me a question.
‘…Can I fight again?’
‘Of course.’
‘But my legs are like this?’
‘I can fix them. Even if I can’t, I was winning anyway.’
The blazing confidence surging through me was because of Hwang Beom-young—or rather, thanks to him.
I know my own strength.
More precisely, I’ve remembered it.
‘Want to make a bet with me? I can stake everything on the fact that I’ll achieve my dream.’
‘….’
‘What about you?’
Black liquid poured faster from the massive dark mass still huddled there, flooding the entire one-room apartment.
As the liquid drained away, the shrunken mass slowly rose to its feet.
It walks smoothly on legs that are now perfectly fine.
The mass, now taking on a normal human form, opened the one-room apartment door, and brilliant light poured in.
Waaaaaah—!
Cheers from somewhere unknown, and the mass’s face became clear.
‘Let’s go.’
With those words, the villainous face grinning at me was the one I’d customized myself.
Black hair and crimson eyes.
My radiant Game World avatar took my hand.
[【Notification】
Chicken Bulssdagu has entered.]
The moment a familiar notification message appeared before my eyes, my consciousness settled into the Virtual Reality game character’s body like a switch flipping on, and my eyes snapped open.
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“….”
What greeted me was a white ceiling.
Judging by the IV drip connected to my arm and the surroundings, this appeared to be a Hospital.
“Sister, are you awake?”
The moment I heard that familiar voice, my consciousness fully returned to reality, and the situation became immediately clear.
I’d gotten into a heated fight with Hwang Beom-young, lost too much blood in reality, and passed out.
“…Yeah.”
“Thank goodness. I was so worried you wouldn’t wake up.”
I hadn’t entertained such thoughts even while losing consciousness, but apparently those waiting for me had been consumed by them.
Since I couldn’t turn my head, I couldn’t tell how many were there, but I could hear them sniffling.
“Why are you all crying?”
“Ugh. Sister, you look….”
I understood immediately.
Not just my neck, but both arms were wrapped up tight, and my right hand couldn’t even twitch a single finger.
‘Damn it. How am I going to pay for treatment? What about my Convenience Store shift?’
I’d worked hard to get that job.
Fighting Hwang Beom-young was far more entertaining than the Virtual Reality game, but in reality, medical bills and work schedules were the chains that bound me.
Mackerel and the Delinquents, oblivious to my mood, continued their chatter.
“We survived thanks to you again, Sister. The Hwang Hae Guild and the police came rushing at the same time. You should have seen it.”
“Ugh. Without you, Sister, we’d have been beaten to death there.”
“It was so damn cool!”
Looking out the dark window of what appeared to be a private Hospital Room, it seemed I’d woken up not long after passing out.
Anyway, I had no idea who’d chosen this Hospital Room.
It looked incredibly expensive.
Creak—
The dark figures in the Hospital Room fell silent in an instant.
I tried to turn my head at the sound of the door opening, but my head wouldn’t cooperate, so I had to struggle for a while.
Entering with a group of people was the root cause of this incident—Hwang Beom-young.
“….”
I glared at him with pure venom.
Hwang Beom-young’s expression hardened before long, and he turned his head away sharply.
For some reason, it felt like he was blaming me.
‘What did I do? Didn’t we both enjoy it?’
Of course, caught up in the thrill of combat after so long, I’d thrown a preemptive strike to shred my pride every time he tried to end the fight.
But I was desperate too.
When would I ever meet another sandbag—no, another person—like Hwang Beom-young, someone I could actually fight without restraint?
‘Why did he fearlessly charge at a 0.12-ton opponent anyway? If he’d seen my kicks and that hook, he should have backed off. Tsk. He made his subordinates suffer and then got beaten down himself.’
It was all that bastard’s own doing.
Judging by how Hwang Beom-young’s face—which had been quite scarred from our fight—was now pristine, it seemed he’d received special treatment from the Hunters in the meantime.
The people who had come with Hwang Beom-young parted the way, and someone walked into the hospital room.
They smiled at me with difficulty.
“Hello. I’m truly sorry for the trouble, but I’m Beom-young’s Aunt. I was hoping we could have a private conversation—would you mind stepping out for a moment? I’ve brought some Healing-type Hunters, so we’ll proceed with treatment as well.”
Someone stepped forward at the gaze of Beom-young’s Aunt.
‘Oh!’
She was none other than a member of the Hwang Hae Guild and a female Hunter famous enough to be counted among the top Healing-type specialists in Korea.
I felt a strange sense of excitement, as if I’d just seen a celebrity in person.
Direct treatment from exceptional Healing-type specialist Hunters was essentially the exclusive privilege of Hunters belonging to the Hunter Guild.
Famous Healing-type Hunters couldn’t be met simply by paying a lot of money.
‘That expensive Healing skill… for me?!’
Normally, an ordinary person would have to pay an astronomical sum to receive treatment from a Healing specialist Hunter.
‘Of course it’ll be free, right?!’
If I received treatment right now, going to work tomorrow would be a breeze.
“….”
The guys in the hospital room looked at each other, then turned to me as if asking for my permission.
Generally, Healing skills that dramatically accelerated recovery rates were particularly excellent for treating simple fractures or deep contusions.
I opened my mouth immediately.
“Ahem. You all head home now.”
“Re, really going?”
“But still….”
They seemed to want to stay and be on my side.
Thinking about how I got dragged into this mess because of these bastards makes me furious, but honestly, they had basic decency in what they did, which was unexpected.
“Go.”
They glanced at each other worriedly, then quietly left.
As they left, one of them cast an openly suspicious gaze toward the Hwang Hae Guild and Hwang Beom-young.
Park Hyung-jin, the leader of the Hooligans standing closest to my hospital bed, made a deliberate circle with his hands clasped behind his back.
He glanced at me.
Our eyes met.
‘Oh ho.’
I was too excited about getting healed to think about that earlier.
A nod.
Park Hyung-jin, who had sent me a signal to grab my share, finally left the hospital room.
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Hwang Beom-young’s expression, sitting on the luxurious hospital room sofa and forced to watch the situation unfold, gradually rotted away.
‘She’s quite mercenary.’
Hahaha. Hohoho.
Whether Beom-young’s expression was rotting away or not, the Guild Director Aunt and the Acne Pig Woman without her glasses were busy blooming with laughter.
‘Beat someone up and pocket 100 million won?’
Though I hate to admit it, Beom-young essentially lost the fight.
I regained consciousness quickly, but I had blacked out for a moment.
Yet the woman who defeated Beom-young was limping, and according to her claims, wasn’t even a Hunter—and in fact, her name didn’t appear in any Guild registry.
Moreover, when Beom-young’s Aunt looked into it herself, she turned out to be a perfectly ordinary and upstanding citizen working at a Convenience Store.
‘Damn it. That can’t be right.’
No matter how much I denied it, that was the reality staring me in the face.
It wasn’t that woman who had provoked the wrong person—it was Hwang Beom-young himself.
Not a Hunter, not a criminal with a record.
That was already humiliating enough, but to lose to a limping ordinary woman while using even a low-tier skill—that was unbearable.
‘This makes no sense. How could I… how could I lose to a woman like that…’
My mental state was crumbling.
The real-world God of Fighters was merciless.
Hwang Beom-young’s defeat transformed into a settlement payment that became prize money, deposited straight into the woman’s account.
With a settlement of 100 million won, the woman’s mouth split into a grin, and Beom-young’s Aunt, charmed by the woman’s clean agreement and sweet words, was delighted.
“Thank you so much for being so understanding.”
“Of course, ma’am—or rather, Aunt. Raising children is really difficult, isn’t it?”
“He wasn’t like this when he was younger. Beom-young must be struggling too, but if he could just understand my heart a little…”
That was clearly meant for me to hear.
After receiving treatment, the minor wounds faded from the woman’s face, and her complexion had returned to a healthy glow.
With 100 million won promised to her, she was now cheerfully offering the Aunt emotional counseling—it was hard to tell if we were in a Hospital Room or a parent-teacher conference room.
Beom-young’s insides were boiling.
‘Damn it. She’s got some nerve. Fighting me and getting 100 million won as compensation—she must think she hit the jackpot. Damn it.’
Hwang Beom-young felt utterly wronged.
I had only meant to set the mood and wrap things up appropriately, but somehow I’d gotten completely swept up in it.
By the time I came to my senses, I realized that the control of the game I had orchestrated had completely slipped into that woman’s hands.
That expression.
The eyes of someone who had already won before the fight even ended.
No matter how hard I threw my fists, I could never reach her—she possessed a pure joy and deep catharsis that belonged only to her.
That woman had been playing.
She had turned Hwang Beom-young, who should have been the master of the game, into a mere game piece to toy with.
“…Crazy bitch.”
As Beom-young muttered under his breath, chewing over his complicated emotions, Beom-young’s Aunt, who had been cheerfully conversing with Joo Hyun-soo, shot him a sharp glare.
“What?! Aren’t you going to apologize?! Didn’t I tell you to stop with that so-called ‘tough love’ nonsense?!”
Beom-young flinched involuntarily and clamped his mouth shut.
‘Why should I apologize!’
I got beaten, lost, had my heels stepped on, and got robbed of money—I had no idea why I should apologize on top of all that.
He wasn’t afraid of his uncles or cousins no matter what they said, but being disliked by Beom-young’s Aunt, who had been unusually close to him when his mother was alive, was something he couldn’t bear.
She was always hitting him on the back, saying how she could now face his mother—a violent aunt through and through.
“Haha, apologize? I’m sure Beom-young is already reflecting deeply. It’s fine.”
With a face flushed from the treatment and beaming brightly, the woman laughed coolly—she was like some kind of righteous warrior.
Hwang Beom-young, barely holding onto his composure, felt it crumble.
‘What is that?’
I cursed inwardly and opened my eyes, only to see sparks ignite in the eyes of the woman watching over me.
“You disrespectful brat! Can’t even say thank you, and now you’re glaring like that?!”
Hwang Beom-young felt like he was going to lose his mind from the injustice of it all.
Yet the reason he didn’t speak the truth was because he couldn’t bring himself to say that he’d actually taken more hits than she had—it would be too humiliating.
Beom-young’s Aunt seemed to have had enough, rising from her seat.
“I’ve kept you here far too long, Joo Hyun-soo. You must be exhausted. Please get some rest tonight, and we’ll just confirm the X-rays tomorrow before removing the cast.”
Joo Hyun-soo’s eyes widened.
“That quickly?”
“Of course. We brought in such a talented Hunter with great care. The medical fees are something we should naturally provide, but I’m truly grateful you accepted them so graciously.”
The medical fees she’d given amounted to a hundred million won.
Beom-young’s Aunt believed she’d gotten off far too cheaply even at that price.
She’d started negotiations at a hundred million, but the moment this woman accepted so readily, Beom-young’s Aunt’s favorability toward her had skyrocketed beyond measure.
Moreover, such conduct proved the other party was an upright ordinary citizen, making Hwang Beom-young’s guilt all the more egregious.
Beom-young’s Aunt was now completely on this woman’s side.
‘Money given, healing given, bowing given.’
The other party was a civilian, and since Hwang Beom-young wasn’t even a minor, there were reasons his aunt was bending over backward.
‘Should I even help him get a Guild job while I’m at it?’
Unable to contain his seething irritation any longer, Hwang Beom-young shot up from his seat and left the hospital room before his aunt could follow.
‘Just wait until you’re not a civilian. Illegal Hunter bastard—I’ll report you someday.’
Beom-young ground his teeth.

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