The Regressed SSS-Rank Supporter Who Turned Dark - Chapter 34

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#Episode 34
“Your durability is pathetic. Are you a ranged attacker?”
My muttered observation left a vivid impression on the trainee Hunters in the Restaurant.
‘He’s… he’s insane.’
‘If I mess with him, I’ll end up like that too. Ugh.’
‘That bastard is definitely a psychopath. I won’t even make eye contact with him from now on.’
Most of the trainee Hunters who harbored competitive spirit in their hearts abandoned any notion of challenging me entirely.
To think I’d mercilessly crush Park Ki-baek, who’d built his fame on social media and short-form platforms.
What chilled the trainees’ blood even more was how I showed no anger, said nothing, simply tossed the ladle aside, and began filling my tray with food as though nothing had happened.
An ordinary person couldn’t have committed such violence and then acted so casually afterward.
Meanwhile, Ra Si-hyun was also deeply shaken by witnessing Park Ki-baek’s destruction.
She’d already witnessed bloodshed hours earlier—Oh Tae-kwon’s Spirit Blade destroyed, his neck nearly severed by an axe blade—but this was different.
With Oh Tae-kwon, it had at least resembled a proper fistfight, but this time there was none of that.
Cha Eun-sung was mechanical.
He was beating a person, yet he showed less hesitation than crushing an insect beneath his foot.
Beyond coldness and cruelty, he didn’t seem to recognize his opponent as a human being at all.
Ra Si-hyun understood.
To Cha Eun-sung, enemies were merely obstacles to be disposed of.
The realization sent shivers down her spine.
If he’d shown even a single ounce of emotion, she wouldn’t have been so terrified, but instead he calmly prepared to eat lunch.
Even Instructor Kim Sang-eung appeared somewhat startled as he glanced at me.
‘Why did I do that? Sigh.’
Ra Si-hyun deeply regretted her actions from this morning.
She’d openly disrespected such a terrifying person and even glared at him repeatedly—the thought of facing the consequences made her vision darken.
Moreover, the Defense Strategy Department valued me more highly than her, a mage.
Ra Si-hyun recalled an article she’d found too late, where the minister had referred to me as “the person I’m most hopeful about,” and she shuddered involuntarily.
To have become uncomfortable with someone who even pushed mages into the background—every second felt like sitting on needles.
‘I need to get close to him. At least I need to make sure he doesn’t hate me.’
Ra Si-hyun hastily filled her tray and headed toward the table where I was sitting.
It required some courage, but she had what she considered well-founded confidence.
‘If I approach him first and act friendly, he’ll definitely welcome me. I’m a mage, after all.’
Clack.
Ra Si-hyun set her tray down across from me.
“…?”
I looked up at her blankly.
“Let’s… eat together.”
“No.”
“Why?”
Ra Si-hyun’s voice rose slightly—just a little.
“Because I don’t want to.”
“Is it because I was rude this morning?”
“No.”
Cha Eun-sung’s gaze shifted to the food on his tray.
“Hmm. Even the sushi tastes good here. Buffet sushi could never achieve this flavor.”
“….”
Ra Si-hyun’s hands trembled with indignation.
Here she was, trying to get closer to him, and all he did was critique the food in front of her….
“You’re acting like this because I was rude this morning, aren’t you?”
“I already said no.”
“Then what is it?”
“Even if I told you, you wouldn’t understand. It’s a reason you’d never grasp, no matter how hard you tried.”
A peculiar smile played at the corners of Cha Eun-sung’s mouth.
“What on earth do you mean by that?”
“Just accept it. Sometimes people dislike others without needing any particular reason.”
“Honestly, it’s because of what happened this morning.”
“If that makes you feel better, then think of it that way.”
“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? I’m getting stressed….”
As Ra Si-hyun was about to argue, Jung Ho-bin approached the table with his teammates.
“Oh… we’ll eat somewhere else. Haha.”
Jung Ho-bin glanced around awkwardly before speaking.
“Sit down.”
“Huh?”
“There’s nothing serious going on, so sit there.”
Cha Eun-sung gestured toward the table with his chin.
“Ah, then….”
Jung Ho-bin and his teammates hesitantly took their seats.
“What about me?”
“Why are you asking me that? Sit wherever you want. Just don’t sit in front of me.”
Cha Eun-sung spoke curtly and turned his attention back to his tray.
Tremor, tremor, tremor….
Ra Si-hyun’s body shook violently, yet she didn’t dare open her mouth to Cha Eun-sung.
She had no desire to end up like those who had challenged him before.
* * *
After lunch, we headed to the Outdoor Shooting Range for firearms training.
It was an educational session covering the usage of conventional human weapons—rifles, shotguns, pistols, grenades, smoke grenades, claymores, and more.
“Once you reach 5-Star rank, you won’t need weapons like these anymore. But as you all know, becoming a 5-Star Hunter or higher is extremely difficult. Only two or three people per class achieve it. So it’s worth learning.”
Instructor Kim Sang-eung swept his gaze across the weapons laid out before him as he spoke.
Conventional human weapons are ineffective against 5-Star monsters and above.
Only through Ether can we inflict damage upon them.
The same applies to Hunters—5-Star Hunters can deflect bullets with ease and withstand barrages of artillery fire.
A 7-Star Hunter might as well be unkillable by conventional means—only another Hunter or monster of equal caliber could pose a genuine threat.
Yet as Instructor Kim Sang-eung had said, reaching 5-Star or higher was extraordinarily difficult, making proficiency with conventional weapons absolutely essential.
Even I, who had been a 10-Star Hunter in my past life, found myself gravitating toward firearms the moment I returned to this era.
“This training will proceed entirely on an evaluation basis. By the way, is there anyone here who doesn’t need instruction?”
I raised my hand immediately at Instructor Kim Sang-eung’s question.
“Trainee Cha Eun-sung doesn’t need instruction?”
“That’s correct.”
“Then prove it.”
Before the instructor’s words had even finished echoing, I disassembled the rifle, reassembled it, loaded three rounds into the magazine, and squeezed the trigger toward the target twenty-five meters away.
Beep!
When Instructor Kim Sang-eung pressed the button, the target sheet returned.
Dead center of the chest.
Three bullet holes clustered within a circle the size of a five-hundred-won coin.
“Your marksmanship is excellent.”
“I appreciate the compliment, but I must respectfully disagree.”
I meant it sincerely.
While I was competent with firearms, I could hardly compare to Instructor Kim Sang-eung or my Father, both of whom had spent lifetimes mastering weapons.
“Continue, Trainee Cha Eun-sung.”
“Yes, Instructor.”
I proceeded to demonstrate proficiency with shotguns, pistols, anti-tank weapons, grenades, and various other firearms in succession.
“You really don’t need instruction at all. Haha…”
“You can do everything?”
“When did you learn all of this?”
“Eun-sung, you’re truly amazing.”
My teammates watched my demonstration with undisguised admiration.
I noticed Ra Si-hyun biting her lower lip tightly, though I deliberately avoided meeting her gaze.
“A fine demonstration from our skilled assistant instructor. Let’s give him a hand.”
Clap clap clap clap clap!
“Well done, Trainee Cha Eun-sung. You clearly don’t need instruction.”
“You’re too kind. Thank you for your time, Instructor.”
“Where are you going, Trainee Cha Eun-sung?”
“Didn’t you ask if anyone didn’t need instruction?”
“I asked if there was anyone who didn’t need instruction. I never said you could leave.”
Instructor Kim Sang-eung smiled wickedly as he spoke.
‘Damn. I’ve been caught.’
I realized it too late.
I’d been careless.
How could I have forgotten the eternal truth: always listen to the end when someone speaks Korean.
“So, Trainee Cha Eun-sung, as our skilled assistant instructor, you’ll help your teammates through this training.”
“Ha… haha…”
“Then, let’s begin the training.”
Kim Sang-eung flashed me a victorious smile before explaining each weapon to the team members.
In the end, once the practical training started, I had no choice but to assist Kim Sang-eung in teaching the rookies.
Ah, what a fate I’m cursed with….
* * *
Still, teaching was far preferable to sitting through pointless lectures.
Bang bang! Bang bang bang!
Jung Ho-bin, true to his role as a ranged dealer, shot quite competently—there was hardly anything I needed to correct.
Oh Tae-kwon was mediocre with rifles and pistols, but he showed aptitude for heavy weapons like shotguns, machine guns, and anti-tank rifles.
The one who looked like an Assassin-type Trainee went by Park Seok-ho, and while his precision shots were solid, his accuracy during mobile fire was abysmal.
‘So they really do fall into ranged dealer, warrior, and assassin archetypes.’
What fascinated me about Hunters was how their personalities and talents typically aligned perfectly with their roles.
Of course, not everyone fit the mold….
“I, I can’t hit anything at all.”
Kim Seung-hye, true to her role as a Support-type, was terrible at shooting.
All it took was pulling a trigger, yet she flinched from fear before her body even tensed—there was no way she’d hit anything like that.
“You won’t hit anything shooting like that. Calm down. Keep the stock contact minimal like this, and grip the rifle like you’re embracing it. If the recoil is too much, you can lean your body forward a bit.”
“L, like this?”
“Yes, that’s right. From there, hold your breath, and pull the trigger so slowly you don’t even realize you’re doing it… don’t think about it.”
Bang!
The bullet pierced the center of the target’s chest.
“Huh? I hit it!”
“Excellent work. Just remember that feeling as much as possible while you practice.”
“Yes! I’ll keep it in mind!”
“Oh, and even as a Support-type, you can handle monsters below 5-star rank just fine, so don’t neglect your shooting training. You’ll provide backup to allies while adding firepower, and depending on the situation… anyway, train hard.”
Realizing I was rambling, I hurried to wrap up.
As a former 10-star Support-type, teaching another Support-type had apparently gotten me a bit excited.
“Why aren’t you teaching me?”
Ra Si-hyun approached and confronted me.
“Did I assign you to me?”
“Huh?”
“Did I put you under my instruction?”
“You’re an assistant instructor. Doesn’t that mean you should teach me too?”
“Learn from the instructor.”
“I don’t want to. I want to learn from you.”
“I don’t want to either.”
I said it flatly.
There’s no reason to raise a tiger cub.
I’ve already killed her, and I might kill her again.
“Besides, you’re already a good shot.”
“Who said I was good at shooting?”
“Don’t play dumb. I know you can shoot well.”
It wasn’t mere flattery—Ra Si-hyun was a sharpshooter among sharpshooters, despite being a mage.
I’d witnessed her draw her gun and fire whenever her ether ran dry more than once.
Even I had to acknowledge Ra Si-hyun’s marksmanship.
“Well, actually….”
Kim Seung-hye interjected hesitantly.
“I’m not a support class….”
“What? You’re not support?”
“I’m a guardian….”
What was she talking about?
So she was saying she was a tank?
“You were a tank, Kim Seung-hye?”
“Yes.”
“No way.”
“I-I’m serious!”
Kim Seung-hye spoke as if exasperated, then suddenly drew a pistol and aimed it at the side of her own head.
“Let me show you.”
Bang!
Before I could stop her, Kim Seung-hye pulled the trigger toward her own skull.

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