The Chicken Legend's Game Becomes Reality - Chapter 36

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Chapter 36
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The day the God Opal Preliminary Tournament began—a Friday.
Being Friday, I opened my eyes and headed straight to the Convenience Store for my shift, as I always did.
“Damn it! I must be out of my mind!”
The regret only deepened as time passed.
I still couldn’t fathom how Heaven Station had swept me off my feet so easily.
Even with monthly rent, finding a room would take at least a week, which meant I’d be stuck in an awkward cohabitation at Baek Hee-an’s House until then.
Baek Hee-an had called a moving company right there on the spot yesterday.
Since I’d given him the passcode to my home’s door lock, my belongings were probably being transported to Baek Hee-an’s House as we spoke.
“Sigh… Heaven Station…”
The thought of participating in the God Opal Preliminary Tournament through it was certainly blissful.
But the fact that I’d agreed to live with Baek Hee-an, even temporarily, just for that made me question my sanity.
I’d unblocked his number just to occasionally mooch meals off him when I got broadcast sponsorships.
‘Why did he suddenly show up and tempt me with Heaven Station? And what the hell is his problem with me anyway? If he’s so sorry for driving me crazy, why doesn’t he just wire 10 billion won into my account? Ugh.’
Sure, I’d been kicked out with nowhere to go, but that didn’t mean I had to leech off someone else’s place.
‘Do I have no pride at all?’
I was spiraling in endless self-recrimination when—
Ding—
“Welcome in.”
I forced myself up with an energetic greeting and glanced toward the entrance, only to see a customer I was equally unhappy to see.
A quick check of the clock showed it was still morning, nowhere near lunch hour.
“Skipping school?”
“It’s a discretionary holiday. Besides, whether I go to school or not is none of your business.”
Fair point.
Hwang Beom-young’s words convinced me to sit back down.
I had plenty of other worries anyway.
Going to Baek Hee-an’s House was one thing, but I needed to find a new place quickly.
While 100 million won was substantial, it wouldn’t be enough for a decent place with a full deposit—I’d have to go with a deposit plus monthly rent, and I had no idea how long I could sustain that arrangement.
‘A full deposit would’ve been easier.’
Until now, I could at least live off what I earned at the Convenience Store, but now my salary would be eaten up by monthly rent.
I glanced at Hwang Beom-young, who was browsing items.
Still, I owed my life to him.
The 100 million won to find a new room came entirely from him—or more precisely, from his aunt, that beast’s aunt.
She was such a refined woman with such elegant speech.
“How is your aunt doing? She seemed quite stressed because of you—try to be good to her.”
“A beggar worrying about a chaebol.”
Look at his attitude.
Though it’s factually accurate.
“Hey, you’re a God Opal Player, right?”
Hwang Beom-young paused mid-selection along the shelves and turned to look at me at my question.
“Why do you ask?”
“What VR device are you using?”
“Heaven 2.0.”
“Damn it.”
Only I don’t have Heaven Station.
Hwang Beom-young glared at me at my unfiltered curse.
“You’re just a part-timer swearing at customers left and right. If I were the Store Owner, I’d fire someone like you on the spot.”
“You use formal speech too, you bastard.”
Hwang Beom-young glared at me fiercely, his dark brows twitching, but I wasn’t intimidated in the slightest.
A hundred million won bounty on my head? Bring it on.
“Damn. Calling that a woman.”
“?”
There’s been an odd undertone to what he’s been saying lately that’s hard to understand, and I had no idea how he was perceiving me.
Truth is, I’ve barely ever been treated as a woman my entire life.
I was over 170 centimeters tall in elementary school, kept growing through middle school to 175, and while most girls stopped growing by high school, I continued to reach 178.
Though I got rejected every time I confessed, normally one punch from me and the boys would grovel.
By college, even guys who were 180, 190 centimeters called me “older sister.”
I became genuinely curious.
“Beom-young.”
“….”
He’s ignoring me.
“Do I look like a woman to you?”
“Then are you a man?”
“Of course not. But let me be clear—you’re not my type.”
“Damn it, shut up!”
Hwang Beom-young suddenly exploded in anger while selecting items, and I burst out laughing.
Hehehehe.
His reaction was so volatile that teasing him was incredibly fun.
Hwang Beom-young dumped a bunch of random snacks onto the Sales Counter and glared at me like he wanted to kill me.
I didn’t bat an eye and switched the subject.
“The God Opal Preliminary Tournament starts today. When are you planning to participate?”
This God Opal Preliminary Tournament runs for a week, with different global servers taking turns hosting it.
Monday is the Asia Server, Tuesday is the North America Server, and so on.
But since the Game allows players to access overseas servers anytime, practically all Players could participate in the tournament whenever they wanted during the week.
Hwang Beom-young looked at me with a twisted expression and spoke in a warped voice.
“Why? Did Baek Hee-an tell you to ask?”
I was dumbfounded.
“Why is Baek Hee-an even coming up here? Do you have a crush on him or something?”
“…I’m seriously dying here.”
Hwang Beom-young nearly growled, but I wasn’t frightened in the slightest.
“Why are you so interested in Baek Hee-an anyway? You were like this last time too—Baek Hee-an this, Baek Hee-an that. Don’t mention that name in front of me. I’m already pissed off enough.”
My mood plummeted instantly.
I’d been caught by Baek Hee-an and was about to crawl back home with no way out.
Since the God Opal Preliminary Tournament starts today, I need to rush to Heaven Station, experience paradise, find a room, and escape.
“Baek Hee-an really does make people’s lives miserable.”
After scanning the barcodes of the snacks Hwang Beom-young had picked out and finishing the card payment, I was rustling them into a bag when I paused.
Glancing at his face, he didn’t seem to be picking a fight.
Hwang Beom-young spoke again.
“That bastard’s famous among Hunters.”
“…For his looks?”
“No! For having no manners!”
It was something he’d been saying diligently since college.
I remembered how the tall, handsome guy kept getting called the most desirable man in our department while remaining aloof, and the male seniors hated him intensely because he wasn’t particularly sociable.
The girls in our department treated Baek Hee-an’s family background like a pretty but worthless fruit.
“He doesn’t ignore people when they talk to him. Fine, Hunters are like that. But he does it to ordinary people too. Blood dripping from an injured person, and if their limbs are intact, he won’t even look at them. So he only helps after people die? Damn. That psychopath with no character. When you enter a Gate with him, he’s absolutely useless.”
As Hwang Beom-young tore into Baek Hee-an in front of me, his face was bristling with anger yet paradoxically brimming with vitality.
‘This guy has a love-hate thing with Baek Hee-an.’
“Just because his face is decent and the world sucks up to him, he looks down on people. Arrogant bastard.”
‘He’s deliberately trashing Baek Hee-an in front of me.’
I’d witnessed Baek Hee-an fighting with Hwang Beom-young at a hotel not long ago, and it didn’t sound like a lie.
That guy already had a temperament, and now that he’d become a top-ranked Hunter, what would he have to fear?
I asked Hwang Beom-young.
“Does Baek Hee-an hit ordinary people too?”
“I’ve never seen him do it. Usually ordinary people don’t pick fights with him. But if they did, I think he’d hit an injured person too.”
The aftermath stories of real-life encounters scattered across the internet were similar.
Contrary to his appearance like a white prince, people said that seeing Baek Hee-an in person revealed someone quite cold and detached.
They said Baek Hee-an only became warm right before an injured person died in a Gate.
‘Right. Of course he’d be nice to me now. He’s at maximum guilt. But how long will that last?’
Whenever I saw that guy, my words wouldn’t come out nicely.
A fight would happen eventually.
When it did, that rude bastard would definitely switch tactics and kick me out.
‘This is exactly why I never wanted to go to Baek Hee-an’s house in the first place, but that guy’s Heaven Station!’
Baek Hee-an.
A star of the Hunter community, an idol, a hero—beloved by not only the people of this country but fans around the world.
His residence: a famous luxury penthouse in Gangnam’s high-rise district.
‘Ah, that bastard destroyed my legs while saving me, and it torments me every time I see him!’
Hwang Beom-young suddenly asked me.
“Did you fight with Baek Hee-an?”
“…Not yet.”
“Still?”
“Yeah, that happens.”
I absolutely couldn’t tell him I’d be crashing at Baek Hee-an’s House starting today.
And starting right now, no less.
Hwang Beom-young pondered my vague answer for a moment before offering a strange suggestion.
“Why? Why don’t you stick with Baek Hee-an? I heard he doesn’t hit women. I mean, even when his ex-girlfriend pulled all sorts of crazy stunts, he never laid a hand on her—that’s gotta be true.”
“What? She’s incredibly tiny and pretty. You have to compare apples to apples.”
Baek Hee-an’s Ex-girlfriend was an idol.
Even as a woman, I could feel the protective instinct and loyalty her appearance inspired.
Hwang Beom-young looked at me with a complicated expression, as if he had plenty to say, then muttered quietly.
“You sure know how to be objective about yourself.”
This bastard?
I was already stressed, and my mood just tanked.
“If you’re done shopping, get out.”
At my irritated dismissal, Hwang Beom-young’s expression crumpled.
He glared daggers at me before spinning around and leaving.
“Don’t come back here anymore, got it?”
I shouted after him as he opened the door and left, but all I heard were vicious curses—no promise that he wouldn’t return.
Damn it.
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【Where are you logging in from? Your access point changed.】
“A friend’s place.”
【You don’t have friends.】
“I said a friend’s place.”
【That’s strange.】
Kkolkkalpi narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
The performance of Heaven Station, which I was using for the first time, was truly impressive—the graphics quality of Kkolkkalpi and the Waiting Room that I saw every day were completely different.
I was even more excited about the actual battles.
Once I got used to this quality, the basic equipment connected to my crappy computer would feel like garbage.
When I arrived at Baek Hee-an’s House, he’d already left due to some urgent matter.
Thanks to that, I could comfortably explore the place, but Baek Hee-an’s House was far more incredible than I’d imagined, and it put me in a terrible mood.
“I need coins. A massive amount of them.”
I’m going to buy one too.
Heaven Station, the life dream of God of Fighters players, and a spacious, comfortable home equipped with every piece of exercise equipment imaginable.
【Right, human. If I’d opened the Coin Market directly for you, your eyes should be spinning with greed. Usually I worry people will be consumed by avarice, but why are you so level-headed?】
“That was only because I didn’t know when the main tournament would start.”
1,000 coins meant a 10kg weight loss.
5,000 coins meant a billion won.
50,000 coins meant I could completely heal my legs.
I wanted to lose weight with coins, earn a lot of money, try out Strength level 3, clear up my skin, and even purchase the 20,000 coin Hunter Awakening.
‘It even has a search function.’
It’s not quite a magic wand, but it does require coins instead.
“Damn it. I need to fix my legs too, but why is this miracle cure so expensive? Is there any groundbreaking way to squeeze coins out of the Constellations?”
【Of course there is.】

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