The Chicken Legend's Game Becomes Reality - Chapter 43

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Chapter 43
I finally removed the glasses I hadn’t been able to take off earlier.
As I slipped them off, my fingertips brushed against the search bar of the Coin Market, and I muttered softly to myself.
Intermediate skills.
Even without the prescription lenses, the world came into perfect focus.
“You guys got punished for touching a civilian, didn’t you? Does Hwang Beom-young know you’re doing this here?”
Their expressions darkened.
“So what if he does?”
“I’m just saying—if you mess with me, Hwang Beom-young won’t like it. You sure you’re okay with that?”
To be precise, his aunt—the woman who’d forced those five in front of me to transfer schools—would definitely despise this.
Hwang Beom-young seemed to be somewhat under her thumb.
“…What?”
The five of them showed signs of wavering.
For boys their age, the thing they feared most wasn’t teachers or parents.
The strongest one in the group.
Hwang Beom-young—tall, built, foul-tempered, and backed by absolute power—was the last person they’d want as an enemy.
The problem was they didn’t seem to believe me.
“That’s bullshit.”
“Is he insane?”
These idiots had no idea I’d fought Hwang Beom-young fiercely in the warehouse, nor that I’d spent time in the hospital afterward.
Not that it mattered much.
As I stalled for time and finished preparing the intermediate skills.
Ding—
Thud, thud.
Hwang Beom-young, radiating a weighty presence, pushed through the door in his school uniform, a black school bag slung across his shoulder.
Fury blazed from his sharp eyes and rigid face.
The five of them brightened considerably.
“How did you—”
One of them’s question about how he’d found this place never reached its end.
Crack!
Hwang Beom-young threw a punch, and the already chaotic convenience store instantly descended into pandemonium.
He hurled his bag.
‘…Is he insane?’
He was fighting with genuine intent.
I had no idea why, but Hwang Beom-young looked practically feral.
One of them cast a skill.
The skill, which resembled mana bolt, missed Hwang Beom-young and flew past, striking the shop’s glass window instead.
Crash!
Shatter—
The glass window shattered instantly, collapsing almost like it was melting.
“….”
A dizzying sight unfolded before me.
Kyaaah!
At the commotion of the Hunter Students, passersby who had been peeking into the shop from outside screamed and scattered in all directions.
‘My neck….’
I was definitely going to get fired.
Hwang Beom-young began fighting the five creatures in earnest.
I couldn’t believe it.
That this was actually happening live in my workplace—not in the Game World or a Warehouse, but here.
As the Hunter Students in front of the Sales Counter moved deeper inside, the High School Boys who had been holding their breath in a corner of the shop burst out and called to me.
“Sister!”
The phone in their hands.
It seemed those brats had called Hwang Beom-young.
I’d heard recently that Hwang Beom-young had called someone from school, but I didn’t even know they’d exchanged numbers back then.
The moment I stepped out from behind the Sales Counter, one of them appeared right in front of me.
Teleportation.
And from the raised fist came the tingling sensation of an attack skill’s energy.
I touched the Coin Market window.
Intermediate Defense Skill 2 seconds (210C)
A yellow honeycomb-shaped shield unfurled in a perfect circle around me.
Kwang!
“?!”
The one who’d rushed at me struck again with a skill attack, his face bewildered, but the shield didn’t shatter.
‘…That’s it.’
The High School Boys who had been rushing toward me stopped short and retreated.
I shouted at them.
“Get out of here!”
I wanted to run away too, but this was the one who’d been relentlessly targeting me ever since I first came into the Convenience Store.
With my legs, I wouldn’t be able to escape quickly anyway, so I had to settle this.
The 2-second shield disappeared.
I drove my bare fist hard into the Hunter Student’s solar plexus.
Thwack!
“Kuh-heurgh?!”
Even without a skill imbued in it, the raw strength I’d built up through items boasted incredible destructive power.
The one who’d collapsed under the Sales Counter curled into a ball and wheezed.
I grunted and grabbed the Hunter Student who was writhing on the floor like a caterpillar by the collar with one hand, forcing him to look me straight in the eyes.
“…Huh-ack?!”
He realized he’d been lifted with a single hand and went pale.
My hand was still on the Coin Market window.
‘He’s not using a skill?’
I couldn’t tell if they simply realized their attacks wouldn’t land and stopped trying, or if fear had gripped them.
These ordinary high school boys with their rigid rhythm of strong-weak-strong-weak drilled into their skulls were better off continuing to mistake me for a Hunter.
I raised my other fist and drove it down into the thug’s face.
Crack!
Crash, tumble—
The product display collapsed, snacks cascading everywhere, leaving the floor in complete disarray.
My strong work ethic regarding the Convenience Store’s organization and cleanliness stirred up powerful guilt, but I deliberately ignored it.
‘It’s already ruined anyway, so what.’
I tossed my apologies to the Convenience Store owner into the mental trash and lifted my head.
My eyes locked directly with Hwang Beom-young’s, who stood across the shop he’d turned into a war zone, watching me intently.
He seemed to be waiting patiently for me to handle things, unfazed.
That’s when one of them got up.
“Behind you!”
I shouted urgently, but Hwang Beom-young was already aware, spinning with unhurried yet swift precision into a back kick.
Smack, crash!
The high school boy slammed directly into the large refrigerator stocked with premium ice cream, leaving bloody streaks on the glass door as he slid down.
‘Wow. That back kick was an art form.’
An objective assessment from a former national taekwondo representative.
Hwang Beom-young stepped down hard on the fallen thug’s chest, then loaded a skill into his hand—whether as a threat or not.
Purple energy rippled across his palm.
Hummmmm—
The vibrating sound of the skill’s energy resonated all the way to where I stood.
He didn’t actually use the skill, whether it was just a threat.
‘What the hell is that.’
I’d never seen anything like that when we fought in the Warehouse.
Looking back now, insisting until the very end that I was an ordinary person when fighting Hwang Beom-young was the smartest thing I’d ever done.
‘If I hadn’t, things would’ve gotten really bad.’
As the situation wound down, heavy silence settled over the Convenience Store.
Despite being students, these five thugs—true to their nature as Hunters—remained conscious even as they groaned from the beating.
The police who should’ve rushed over were taking far too long.
“I called the police.”
At my words, Hwang Beom-young answered immediately without taking his eyes off them.
“The police aren’t coming.”
“What?”
That’s when I heard a car screech to a halt beyond the Convenience Store’s shattered glass window.
Screeeech—!
I’d only seen it in profile photos before, but the blue sports car looked familiar even in person.
‘…Baek Hee-an?’
The moment Baek Hee-an—whom I’d suspected—leaped from the driver’s seat, other vehicles appeared and screeched to a halt, and men in black poured out in succession.
I stood frozen in the Convenience Store, my gaze fixed on the scene outside, my mouth hanging open.
“What the—”
The scene unfolded like something straight out of a movie, clear enough that I could instantly understand what those high school boys had been chattering about over there.
I glanced at Hwang Beom-young in bewilderment, but he wore an expression of complete indifference.
I’d heard that police typically defer Hunter-related incidents to Guilds or the Hunter Association, but I never expected them to come rushing over like this.
‘Guild power is absolutely insane.’
It hit me with overwhelming force—the massive Guild backing Hwang Beom-young possessed, and how the top-tier Hunters of this small nation were intricately interconnected.
“Whoa! B-Baek Hee-an? What’s he doing here?”
“Baek Hee-an?”
The crowd outside the Convenience Store erupted with sharp gasps and commotion.
Ding—
Even the Hunter Students who’d taken a beating from me and Hwang Beom-young stared at Baek Hee-an with slack-jawed stupidity.
“Joo Hyun-soo!”
My name rang out across the incident scene with crystalline clarity.
‘Are you serious?’
Sure enough, I immediately heard whispers asking who Joo Hyun-soo was.
Baek Hee-an grabbed my shoulder.
“Are you hurt anywhere—”
“Hey, can’t you make an entrance quietly for once? Everyone’s staring at us.”
I pushed his hand away and spoke up, causing Baek Hee-an to pause before his expression hardened as he became aware of the piercing gazes fixed on him.
I caught a glimpse of Hwang Beom-young staring intently at Baek Hee-an.
“….”
“….”
A sharp tension flowed between Baek Hee-an and Hwang Beom-young.
The high school Hunter boys started babbling.
“B-Baek Hee-an the Hunter? You know him?”
“That girl?”
“That’s insane, no way….”
Some of the people watching through the gaping hole in the Convenience Store snapped photos with their phones.
Following Baek Hee-an, people in black suits streamed in one after another.
Behind them, Kim Jung-yeon, the yellow-haired Part-time Worker who’d just arrived at the Convenience Store, stood gawking at me with his mouth hanging open.
His expression posed a silent question.
‘Sister, what on earth is happening?!’
I wanted to ask the same thing.
Working part-time at a Convenience Store, I’d experienced all sorts of incidents, but today took it to another level entirely.
‘Why has my life become like this lately?’
It wasn’t exactly ordinary to begin with, but ever since getting entangled with these Hunters, my life had become increasingly turbulent and unpredictable.
“Young Master, are you alright?”
The men in black suits were indeed Hwang Beom-young’s people.
I’d been planning to testify that those reckless Hunter bastards had used their Skills first when the police arrived at the scene, but it seemed that wouldn’t be necessary.
‘Getting close to him was the right call.’
One of the women in black suits approached me.
“Joo Hyun-soo, the Director asked me to convey his sincere apologies once more. We will handle the cleanup. Please leave it to us.”
“Yes, well. Thank you for your hard work. Please tell the Director I appreciate it.”
After hesitating, I grabbed the woman’s arm.
“More importantly, how can I make sure I don’t get fired from here….”
The woman nodded with a reassuring expression.
“We will absolutely take care of it.”
This was incredibly reassuring.
‘Thank goodness I negotiated well with the Director back then. I have no idea how much it’ll cost to restore the shop, but they’ll handle it.’
I put my glasses back on.
Then, unlike the Convenience Store window that had been smashed to pieces by the Hunter’s skill, I opened the door that remained completely intact and stepped outside.
Everyone outside the Convenience Store turned to look at me.
“Jung Yeon.”
Jung Yeon, who had been staring blankly at Baek Hee-an following behind me, suddenly snapped back to attention and looked at me.
“Yes? Yes, yes!”
“I’m counting on you to watch the place.”
“…What?!”
“Those people will handle everything anyway, so you just need to stay here.”
“Oh, well… yes.”
I left Jung Yeon behind, who nodded with slightly anxious eyes, and escaped from the chaotic Convenience Store.

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